“Hey, Bob! So how’s death been treating you?”

“Whoa! Listen to that, Marge! ... I said that kid was playing a mean sax!”

Expatriates, they migrated in the 1920s to Paris’s Left Bank, gathering in their favorite haunts and discussing the meaning of cream pies and big shoes. They were, in fact, the original Boclownians.

“Oh, wow! How could you even think that, Wendy? Of course it’s your mind I’m attracted to!”

“We've done it! They've linked up! … Man, Feldman must be freaking out—he even hates spiders.”