Wisconsin's So Cold...

The icicles form IN the buildings instead of outside. No, really, it was all warm and toasty, and Foo got to enjoy a nice hot cup of apple cider. Still, he was worried all the time that the icicles would start melting and get him all wet.

Greatest of Them All

One of the few pics Foo did get to take at the Harley-Davidson factory was of this snazzy poster claiming motorcycling is the greatest sport... but Foo couldn't figure out what kind of ball or puck they used, so he quietly questioned it all day...

No Go Moto

Foo and friends decided to go up into Wisconsin to go to the Harley-Davidson Power Train factory. Sadly they wouldn't let him take any photos on the tour so all he had to show for it was this nifty Tour badge. Ah well.

Cheesy State

Of all Foo's findings at the Mars Cheese Castle, this was the most intriguing. He finally understood just why there was so much cheese here and why the silly football fans worship cheese as their mascot. It turns out that the state itself is made of cheese. Just like the moon. How about that?

Poopy Pies

Foo was surprised to find that this store actually sold cow pies. He always that that meant cow poop. Maybe it is, but if so, Wisconsin has some crazy cows that poop peanut butter!

Name That Beer

Foo has been a fan of the microbrew industry for quite some time now, and he's happy to see it really taking off. Wisconsin has tons of quality breweries in the state, and one of Foo's favorites is New Glarus... mostly because he just loves the naming creativity! Foo's interested in being the poster Foo for a line of homebrews. Any takers?

Wisconsin State Bird?

Foo knew the mosquitos were big in Wisconsin, but this was ridiculous! He was just glad he was there with a giant bottle of "Jungle Strength" OFF! Whew...

How Curd-eous

Foo just couldn't take a trip to Wisconsin without snacking on some essential fried cheese curds.... Mmmm mmm good!

Do You Smell Something?

Foo just loved trying on all the animal hats in Wisconsin. They were so fuzzy! But he just wondered what that awful smell could be.

Grumpy Trolls

Whoever said all trolls were grumpy, clearly did not have the beer made by these ones. Good food, good beer, good t-shirts....

Big Fun

Foo wanted to show you what really drew him to come look at the metal sculptures. The first one, really held the key to his heart.

He wanted to sit on the other one, but it kinda looked a little pointy so he kept on truckin'.

Pretty Please....

With cherries on top? Foo filled his cherry craving when he saw these enormous cherries dangling from a car sculpture. Too bad they left metal shavings in his teeth.

Happy Friend

Foo's favorite friend on his metal journey was this happy, whiskered wanderer he came across. They paused for a smiley photo before parting ways.

To War, My Minions!!!

Foo excitedly led the charge against the rust-inflicting raindrop warriors with his horde of metal minions following in his wake. Little? Yes. Intimidating? Very much. And the minions were kind of scary, too.

Dr. Foo?

Foo found his own little TARDIS in the scrap metal yard. He jumped quickly into it to navigate time and space. He just hoped he wouldn't find any Daleks.

When You Met-al Friend For Life...

Foo was the Belle of the Big Iron Ball here, making fantastic friends of all kinds, shapes, and sizes.

Art Be Thy Name

Foo found the world's largest scrap metal sculpture on a property just outside of Baraboo, WI. Guinness Book of Records was NOT wrong!

Come See the Wild, Untamed Foo

Foo found himself in a cage during his visit to the circus, and he imagined himself a wild, untamed beast!

He paced and paced and roared and roared, and then, luckily had the key to the door...

Foos of Elephantine Proportions

Foo really wanted to ride the real baby African elephant, but he (the elephant) was just too intimidated to let that happen, so Foo settled for observing from above and riding the fake one. It was still cool.

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).