What's it gonna take to get you into this Unbelievable car?

Not so much anymore, just because we're busy with our actual jobs, but we used to do appearances at car dealerships.

"Come on down to Harrison Ford for our annual Labor Day Inventory Blowout Sale! Bring the kids! Have a hot dog! Meet The Unbelievables!" 

That kind of thing. We didn't have to actually sell the cars. The idea was that our presence would draw people to the lot and that they might be interested in purchasing a vehicle while they were there. We were just supposed to shake hands, pose for pictures and sign autographs. But being the "get involved" kind of guys that we are, we often would do more than what was requested of us.

As it turns out, Jeff actually has a knack for salesmanship. He looked forward to these things, not only for the chance to use his "gift", but also to wear some of the blazers normally stored in the back of his wardrobe.

Michael's disdain for wearing pants made him a natural and eager participant in the dunk tank. Most dealerships didn't want the extra expense of changing the water in those tanks, so Michael was often the only participant.

As for me, my contribution to these outings was the invention of the item that got us out of having to do them...

Renting inflatable Tube Unbelievables is far less expensive than hiring actual Unbelievables, so win-win!

What's In A (Baby) Name?

Y'know, it's difficult being Unbelievables sometimes. As major celebrities we often get asked to do things that are not in our job descriptions purely because of our level of famosity (famousness? famadociousicleness?). We've had to cut ribbons, open supermarkets and health centers, launch ships, etc., the list goes on.

Well, long story short, we have on occasion been asked by new parents to come up with names for their babies, and while this may have seemed fun to begin with, we named three that suddenly saw the baby-naming business dry up for us. Here is photographic evidence of the three names in question.

Don't blame it on the sunshine, moonlight, good times or boogie. Blame it on us listening to many repeat plays of Beats International's "Blame It On The Bassline".

Sorry, folks, but he really was (and still is) a handsome little guy.

Anything less than the best is a Felonie. Truth be told, we were kinda fed up with the whole baby-naming biz at this point, so we thought this was an appropriate name for a kid whose parents had been behind bars several times before. Her parents didn't mind, but the school truant officer sure did.

So there we are. We gave up after that. Parents should be the ones to name their wee ones, after all. 

More weird things we've been asked to do on Wednesday! Ciao!