I figured gnomes would be a great way to make some extra money. Who better to run my lemonade stand than a bunch of diminutive old dudes. Especially when all they want in exchange is a box of Hostess Twinkies. I rushed to the corner store for some cream and ran into an old classmate. We went to an Olive Garden once and ended up washing dishes because he wanted to start a fight with Mookie Wilson. So as I was leaving with my cream, he asked if I was in the market for an Emperor Penguin. He said it was eating his carpet and he just wanted to barbeque in peace.