Inventing 'pods.

Tru: I've been sat upon.
Mom: Who's an insefflapod?

Comb'd!

Shopping as a family is hilarious:


(Distressed, scream-like noises in the car)
Gwen: What just happened?
Truman: I'm killing him!...He's combing my arm.

Floop-a-floop and Napalm.

Truman: Facepalm! Napalm from Facebook!

Gwen: The Internet says my body fat is only acceptable...
Mom: Well floop-a-floop the Internet!