All, to save this world from the darkness.
A clotheshorse!
The Thalidomide Arms.
Two, but don't ask me how they got in there.
None, because they can't climb the ladder.
Two. One to screw in the lightbulb and another to sing about all the good times they had with the lightbulb.
Only one, given that he's koali-fied for the job.
Flambuoyancy
It was legend dairy.
There goes my Hero.
There goes my hero
None. They just redefine 'darkness' as an industry standard.
Mack-a-Dameon.