I am a Montoid. I bring good luck, good fortune, and good humor.
I can be pinned to a shirt.
We Montoids take on the unique personality of our owners.
We hang out in the great cosmopolitan cities, and we often go out on a limb.
In Asia, we are symbolic of the courageous spirits who conquer their fears.
In California we spend most of our time trying not to be like our mothers.
We are watched over by the lovable and kind Great Shrimp God.
This star Montoid dancer is a member of the Montauk Corps de Ballet with a wishbone on her shoulders.
These are the strange sisters from The Mystery of the Montoid Treasure, The Musical.
Some of the theater audience.
The Golden Box is the way Montoids transport themselves from one place to another. Here we see Montmorency "The Duke" Montoid dressed to attend a wedding.
The Duke with his girlfriend Dolly on the wedding bouquet.
The bride and her Montoids.
You don't mess with a man who wears a warrior Montoid on his chest.
Nowhere is more fun for a Montoid than on the ribbon of a hat.
The worried theater critic of the Montoid Gazette.
The butler.
Muffin, the femme fatale
The producer's mother.
Mimi Sue, from LSU, the love interest.
Sculptor Denise Greenwood of Baton Rouge
Sleep deprived outsider artist Sheila Kurtz.
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