~The Spice Man gaped at the duck. "I must say, jolly good job, old chap!" He furiously concentrated and his cloud contorted to a hat. "This takes the biscuit for sure!"~
"Burrito." grunted Bert, as he imagined up a IB peacock cloud. "There, it's even the right colors!" Bert said, pleased, as he stepped back to get a better look at the fruits of his imagination.

