Last Game Time, we looked for an answer to the classic dilemma, How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop? After doing some counting, it turns out that wise old Max knew the answer: There is no Tootsie Roll center. Looks like that will save us a quarter. Well, two quarters, since were aren’t gonna share a lollipop. That’s gross. But, Mike doesn’t really like Tootsie Rolls, so it will save Johnny a quarter. But, now that we know it’s a myth, Mike may now buy a Tootsie Pop. so, Max saved one of us a quarter and cost the other one of us a quarter. Looks like we break even on the deal. Thanks for nothing, Max!

Now, on to this week’s game. For those of you who didn’t know, yesterday was Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is a compound word, combining the word “thanks” and the word “giving”. This is an appropriate name since Thanksgiving is a day for giving thanks. We wondered what other words can be combined to create an apt name for this holiday.

Create a compound word to describe the holiday of Thanksgiving.

We would call the fourth Thursday of November Naptaking. Your compound word? Post it in the comments. Or rather, celebrate Commentposting Day!

For this week’s Game Time, we asked the immortal question: How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootie Pop? You gave your answers, and now we get to vote for who is right. Mr. Turtle will be so happy.

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Vote, I say. Vote!

Today is Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. It seems to me that no one really wants to do any work today. It is a very ineffective day, work-wise. I mean, people go to work, but no work gets done. Everyone is kind of just hanging around, waiting out the clock until the day ends. Some people even leave early since there is nothing productive going on. So, my suggestion: Give us Wednesday off too. No reason to make us come into work when there is nothing getting done, right? That’s called being efficient. Now, you might say, “But Mike, it won’t solve the problem, it will just move the problem to Tuesday.” That’s a valid point. So I say, give us Tuesday off too. And Monday. Make it a spring break in November. That way, we don’t have the problem of getting no work done at work. Now that’s being efficient.

Man, it would be awesome to be a balloon! Everyone would like you, you’d be the center of the party, you could FLY! I mean think about it, you’d be tons of fun and you could just float off wherever you wanted. It would be so cool.

Then again, people would smack you around an awful lot. And you’d hit your head on the ceiling whenever you weren’t too careful. And if you happened to go outside unsupervised, you would fly away, never to be seen by your friends and family again, leaving you to suffer alone while all the life gets sucked out of you by the unforgiving atmosphere.

I guess it would only be semi-awesome to be a balloon.

Mike and Johnny were in the middle of an epic battle. Johnny was on the catwalk firing tennis balls at Mike, while Mike was speeding around, trying to avoid the ones being fired and pick up the ones on the ground to throw back at Johnny. At first, Johnny was being pretty successful at hitting Mike when he tried to pick up the tennis balls. But as the battle wore on, Mike’s agility got better, and he was able to avoid the shots almost every time. His throws, however, did not improve.

“Mike, you stink at throwing, man! They are going miles over my head!”

“Well, maybe it’s because on American Gladiators, the target I’m supposed to hit is over your head.”

Johnny stopped shooting for a second. “Okay, if that’s really what you’re aiming for, try to hit me now. I won’t shoot.”

Mike stopped running, picked up a ball, and threw it at Johnny. It went twenty feet over his head.

“See? You just stink!”

Mike frowned as was about to think of a comeback, when they heard footsteps. They both stopped cold. As the steps got closer, it began to sound like two pairs. Johnny motioned for Mike to go hide. Mike sped off instantly, and Johnny flew up to the shadows of the ceiling. Finally the identity was revealed. It was their friend the fox, looking wet, dirty, and tired, but very content.

“Hey, guys! I did it!”

“Did what?” Mike asked. “Won on Double Dare?”

“No, I made an entrance for you, ” the fox replied. “And I found a really cool back entrance too, one that no one will be able to get from.”

“Nice, let’s go see them!” And the two heroes followed the fox, as he led them to show off his fine work.

In honor of the recently released new James Bond film Quantum of Solace, last week’s Game Time had you think of headlines about the movie. After counting up the votes, Tony wins with his headline: 007: Less is More. Less Plot; More Confusing Title. Well done. We were trying to think of a clever spy line to go there, but we couldn’t.

Here’s a question that has been bothering us for a while, so we thought we would make it this week’s Game Time:

How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?

Our guess is three, but we are not sure we trust Mr. Owl. Your thoughts? Post it up.

We began another game of Headliners on Friday, and this one was from the Entertainment section. You gave your 007 headlines, and now it’s time to pick a winner. Here’s a reminder of the article.

Daniel Craig returns as James Bond in the 22nd movie based on Ian Fleming’s spy of renown. Craig follows in a long line of Bonds, including Sean Connery, Roger Moore, and Pierce Brosnan. In the newest film, Quantum of Solace, James Bond seeks revenge for Vesper Lynd’s betrayal and death and must stop an alleged environmentalist from taking control of a country’s vital natural resource.

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Pick your poison, so to speak.

Did you know that “shampoo” spelled backwards is “oompahs”? Well, you are wrong. It’s actually “oopmahs”. Sorry, better luck next time.

I’ve always thought carpets was a weird word. It sounds like it should be a pet for your car – you know car pet? Like a Vespa or something.

But no, carpets are really synthetic coverings to go over your floors. I guess “synthetic covering to go over your floor” would take to long to say though if you needed to warn somebody that their carpet was on fire. To be fair though, a frantic point and “FIRE!” would also do the job.

“I have this.” Johnny pulled out from behind his back a strange contraption. It looked like a clear circular shield, with a tube sticking out of the bottom of it and a ring of tennis balls around the edge of the shield.

“Whoa,” Mike said, hs eyes wide in amazement. “How do you have the gun from the Assault event from American Gladiators??”

“Well, I threw an American Gladiator Party once, and Gemini gave it to me as a gift.”

“WHAT?? 1. Why wasn’t I invited? 2. How did you get Gemini to come? And 3. Why have you never shown this to me before??”

“I think you were out of town for some reason. It was all kind of spur of the moment. I ran into Gemini at the grocery store. Literally. He knocked me unconscious. I think that’s why he gave me the assault gun. Anyway, we can use it to test your speed and agility. The balls come out at like 100 miles an hour.”

Mike looked a little suspicious. “Won’t it hurt if I get hit?”

“Then don’t get hit,” Johnny said as he hooked the assault weapon up to the overhead catwalk. “Now I’m going to shoot these tennis balls at you, and you have to try to dodge them.”

“Um, I gues-OW!” Johnny had shot a ball that smack Mike right in the head. “Dude, you beaned me!”

“Hey, I told you I was gonna shoot it.”

“Alright, well, next time say “Go” or something.”

“Go!” Johnny said and shot three more balls right at Mike’s head. This time, Mike reacted quickly, side stepping two of them and catching the third one.

“Oh, it’s on now,” Mike said, as he and Johnny prepared to embark on a rigorous training regimen. Not far away, their friend the fox was finishing a regimen of his own.