Fashion Cat is sitting around busting on basics until he's confronted by the eternal question: "Am I, myself, a basic?"
The Blobby Boys are breaking up, so they're looking to other forms of employment—like playing for the Kansas City Royals.
The Blobby Boys just want to pick up chicks at the fair, but no one wants to ride Ferris wheels with a slime monster.
The Blobby Boys are once again absent so Fashion Cat fills in. He's such a sensitive soul.
The Blobby Boys decide to be fitness punks, but not all of them are treating their bodies like temples.
Fashion Cat is struggling to still be a cool, young dude. That's not easy when it sucks to be a cool, young dude.