Heavy Artillery

Foo always looks for great ways to make sure he doesn't have to worry about protection. He just gets really grand ideas like this cannon that really won't fit in the car.

He excitedly suggested this torpedo as a smaller option, but he realized that he would have to leave his ego behind. That wasn't going to happen.

Defend the Castle!

As Foo settled into his new castle home, he was ready to enjoy life as King of the Fus, but suddenly he heard shooting and saw soldiers rushing the castle. He was under attack!

Retreating with Foo-like agility, he jumped up into the castle window and got inside to safety all the while commanding his troops to defend, defend, defend...

The intruders were relentless and aimed cannons at his fortress. Luckily, Foo is a crafty one and he stuffed rocks and other objects into the cannons so they backfired and took out the interlopers!

When the firing had ceased, Foo looked out of the front gate to make sure the coast was clear. He didn't want to get ambushed after all.

It was, indeed, clear. Foo had won the battle to defend his castle and remain the true Foo ruler! He went out to praise his people for their valiant defense, but really he just likes riding the drawbridge.

Cannon Foo Run

Foo gets ready to go into battle and readies the cannons for firing... He's really not interested in being the ammunition though.

Save the Alamo!

Foo knew the battle would be fierce, but well-fought to save the Alamo! 

Unfortunately or fortunately, the battle was mostly over by the time he got there, so he just enjoyed taking his Foo-tos in front of the Alamo and in the grounds around it. 

Even though the battle was very much over, he did get to fire a cannon, so he was Foo-bulously pleased by the end.

Finding Foo's Circus Fit

Foo did his very best to find the right place for him at the circus. He thought first about being a Fooman cannonball, but the gunpowder made him sneeze and black is just not his color.

Foo enjoyed riding the Unicycle, but when they refused to name it a "Foo-nicycle" in his honor, he moved on to the next activity.

Next, he tried being a clown, but he hated the yellow checkerboard costume. 

He eventually found a clown outfit more his style, but although he looks rather dashing in stripes, he really didn't think the clowning life was the best fit for him.

Finally, Foo tried his paw at Lion taming, and YESSSS, finally, there was his true calling. He tamed the wild beast and knows that he would be great at that, but alas, the circus moved along before he could sign the contract (and because he can't really hold a pen).

Foo Loves the Smell of Napalm in the Morning

Foo is ready to go into battle to fight evil spirits, stray tourists, and errant marmots should they threaten his Foo-tastic lifestyle. Ready... Aim... Foo!