Pup Says! A sock puppet's perspective on Ian's sabbatical

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About Warwick, Pup says, "Alas, poor Warwick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of most infinite jest and obscure pseudo-literary references instead of pronunciation keys..."

So tell me Mr. Castle, what first led you into the theater? Mr. Castle? Mr. Castle? Hello?

If this was a certain type of weed, I'd be rich right now!

Ya know, when I'm suffering from the effects of beans for lunch, I try to be a little more circumspect!

Oh yeah!? Well, um, my cathedrals bigger!

About Stratford, Pup says, "Gridlock! Where am I? I'm hungry!"

Ah, the birthplace of the Bard!

He just goosed me! Really! I swear it!

And now, Obi Wan, the circle is complete. I give you...Shakespeare's Final Resting Place (on the other side of this wall).

Hail to the king, baby! And shop smart, shop S-Mart!

Bummer of a birthmark on your hand, Ted. Actually, dude, you should look into getting that removed. It's creepy.

No, not now! For God's sake, don't pick your nose now!

Top of the world, ma! Top of the world! Hey, I think I can see where the bathrooms are from here.

I love road trips! "Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety nine bottles of beer..."

It's midnight, I'm tired, and the driver can't get the bus in reverse. Well, move over and let me try, dammit!

It's 1am, and you and your friends have been abandoned by an unreasonably angry bus driver who thinks you were trying to steal his bus. It's Miller Time! (DAMN the English and their 10:30pm last call!)

Left to right: Pamela, Eleni, Damien, Jim