Bliss by Harry Bliss for September 21, 2019

I shot an amoeba in my pajamas. How it got in my pajamas, I’ll never know.

“Say the secret word and the paramecium will come down and spit out a couple of bacteria.”

No Chico and Harpo?

and how he got in my pajamas, I don’t know

Perhaps a reference to that epic treatise by the Honorable Groucho Marx: Memoirs of a Mangy Lover:

See Pages 41 and 42

https://books.google.com/books?id=fgGpxD9qZFoC&pg=PA41&lpg=PA41&dq=groucho+marx+amoeba&source=bl&ots=Zw7unnDdJU&sig=ACfU3U0a5e_breFXsKaVKHeQzxBGgaQQZw&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiG_NO88OHkAhWqrVkKHYLsCn04ChDoATABegQICBAB#v=onepage&q=groucho%20marx%20amoeba&f=false

“Say the secret word and an amoeba comes down!”

That’s, that’s what they call a sanity clause.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! You can’t fool me. There ain’t no Sanity Clause!

No idea.

That’s gonna leave a Marx.

Sometimes a morphous amoeba is just a morphous amoeba.

You are all in on the joke. I don’t get it at all.

It’s funnier when Mr Martin is not “helping.”

I guess some amoebae are Marxist.

https://www.amoeba.com/gratuitously-groucho-cd-groucho-marx/albums/558806/