One thing we consistently hear about Imagine Learning English is how exceptional the artwork is. And we couldn’t agree more—we’re very proud of our talented illustrators and the breathtaking artwork they create. Last year we showcased some of their work by holding a caption contest, which received dozens of hilarious entries. Because it was so fun, we’d like to hold more caption contests—and we’re starting today!
Enter to win an Imagine Island DVD set (a $70 value) by submitting a caption for the illustration below. We’ll choose the best caption and announce the winner on Friday, April 8, so be sure to check back here to see if you’ve won. The more you enter, the better your chances of winning—so start submitting those captions!
Imagine Island is our award-winning children’s television show featuring characters from Imagine Learning English and animations by our talented artists. Learn more about using Imagine Island in your classroom in this post about a pre-K teacher who’s almost worn her set out.
Submit your caption for this illustration in the comments section below to enter to win a free Imagine Island DVD set. Good luck!
Guilty, Ms. Match, of impersonatng Ms. Hairbrush. I can only imagine what I would look like had I not met you!
Awesome possum!
Armadillos are know for taking garage sales a little too seriously.
“Not one bid? Anyone? Come on people, these sweater vests don’t pay for themselves.”
“If evolution has given you opposable thumbs as it has me, you’ll really enjoy our next items up for bid..”
“… and here we have TWO solutions for your bad hair day..”
“…and what am I bid on this perfectly matched hairbrush?”
“Look! That bespectacled armadillo thinks it’s people!”
A bead of sweat ran down Mortimer’s back; this wasn’t going to end well.
“Would more of you be bidding if I told you this junk belonged to the Biebs?”
“Is it a super huge match or a really small brush? Who knows?! You have bigger things to worry about…like why an armadillo is trying to sell it to you… Let’s start the bidding!”
“It was Mrs. Peacock in the conservatory with the match…..and the brush.”
Amicus Armadillo was usually quite skilled at idioms, but he was at a loss when asked to explain “Meeting your match” and “giving you the brush-off.”
“Our next item gives new meaning to the term: brush fire…”
“First you get the match, then you get the brush, then you get the women.”
Unusual Conc-auction
“As heirs to the proud history of this institution, you will use these instruments to properly groom your arm hair. First you will singe, then you will brush. Singe and brush.”
These were once used by Michael Jackson on the set of a Pepsi commercial. They are being sold as is. Do I hear $1?
Come on, woodland creatures! It’s for charity!
Dig deep! Your contributions here today will keep young armadillos off the street…and people’s tires.
Sold to the shaggy looking fellow with the can of gasoline!
Now showing, Lot #724: Murder weapon matched set, made especially for use in the ballroom, library, and conservatory.
Now class, it may surprise you to learn that this mallet is not, in fact, the most successful murder weapon that we’ll be exploring today. Allow me to direct your attention to the oft-underestimated Match and Brush Combo.
Hey! There was a Pizza in this box just seconds ago…
Doh! Arnie, I said “Russian Hatchet” not “Brush and match set”!
We are grateful to our celebrity armadillo brother, Cousin It, for donating his personal effects for our charity auction. The rare giant match award is, perhaps, his most sentimental and valuable possession. It was presented to him during his carefree days as a Webelos scout for earning the highest marks during his firem’n chit certification….
“C’mon guys. This stuff is seriously cool. Seriously. You’ll like ‘em. Strike anywhere!? Are you kidding me!? A brush with both synthetic AND boar bristles!? You can’t pass this up!”
Ya, I don’t blame you for not buying them but I hoped that the bidding would have lasted a bit longer. I hate walking crossing the interstate during rush hour.
The mere presence of the brush made Carl feel insecure about his unnaturally bushy forearms.
The only thing more incredible than the sheer size of the matchstick, and the way the two objects floated mysteriously in the box, was the audacity of Harold to wear orange in Spring!
The judgmental whispers of the audience caused a look of surprise on Paul’s face that gave him away instantly — he had never seen an actual cue tip before.
His feathery arm hair was the first clue that Roland had been sampling the auction items backstage. The second was the trepidation in his voice and his wide-eyed gaze as he referred to the matchstick as “eyeliner.”
Even a shirt and tie couldn’t save the bespectacled armadillo on his first day on the job.
Despite leaving the grassy fields of Texas behind and gaining a world-class education, the shine of the spotlight and Lot #1 made Patrick feel suddenly very inadequate.
Evolution was not on Trevor’s side. The day before he’d been scrounging up a meal on the side of the highway and now this.
Coach Tressel-dillo was gaining renowned fame for his memorable object lessons: “Listen, Pryor, the next time you want to auction off your championship paraphernalia, think about how this is all your future will be worth.”
“Humunuh humunuh humunuh humunuh humunuh SOLD! Zooo-wee-mama!
Act One: The Pledge
“The Rorschach box projects a different image for everyone. The image you see directly reflects your capacity to create, to dream, to live.”
You are about to witness the surprising, and somewhat dangerous, reaction that occurs when these items are simultaneously crushed by a heavy wooden mallet.
Now showing, lot #813: Vintage steel stand. Here we see it in the exact condition it was found upon the death of Elvis Presley.
“Fire and vanity: two of mankind’s earliest creations displayed together for you today on the world’s tiniest pool table. Eight ball corner MAGNIFICENT!”
“Hello everyone. I’m an armadillo who likes to wear sweater vests when the occasion permits. I’m auctioning off a giant matchstick and a hairbrush….Hey! What’s so funny?”
“Sellout? That’s right. I sell out this parlor every…single…night! I gotta get PAID, yo!”
The armadillo was in such great shape his clothes literally looked painted on.
Under his rough exterior the armadillo was really just a softie…who liked selling things.
“Armando could sell anything to anyone at anytime. Even though the hairless survivors group of the great Chicago fire were offended by his audacity, they had to admire his abilities…..”
While squinting through his spectacles, Armando noticed the sucker in the fourth row…..This was going to be easier than he thought.
Thor’s inbred hillbilly armadillo nephew did his best to stake claim to the family heritage, but the apple had fallen far from the tree.
True, Wesley’s gypsy incantation HAD turned Mr. Belvedere into a armadillo, but he hadn’t lost his dignity. Not that Kevin cared. He spent all afternoon at the local video game arcade, wearing his Members Only jacket.