A time capsule would be nice: some vintage Playboys, a can of Schlitz, some lawn Jarts (the deadly kind). As a kid I used to bury matchbox cars in my yard. But, I'm afraid this is something dead. Real dead. "No, you can't have another gerbil. Remember what happened to the last one?" OPEN IT, OPEN IT, OPEN IT, OPEN IT... Man, this is worse than Christmas.

If the house is a rockin', don't let the croc in?

(aligator/crocodile, whatevah).