One of the clouds in the background is blowing another one.
PUN-GENT
A punkin. Edit: and apparently not me.
Oxidants happen,
If they're good ones, they'll both blow really well.
Only the tip baby, I promise!
One says "Hey, you, get off of my cloud!" The other says "Hey, McLeod, get off of my ewe!"
Surreal.
Me : Oh, that was Denise. Dad: Oh, da' niece I thought it was da' nephew. Buh dum tsssssssss