People keep telling Platdude that the world isn't flat. But he doesn't believe them.
It certainly looks flat, here.

"Beep!", cries Platdude, as he runs for shelter.

Platdude really isn't very good at this.
Perhaps he should see if they sell a specialist upside-down hammer, or something.

Platdude left the spoon in his cup of coffee again.
Time for another new microwave!

This youngster wants some of Platdude's Jelly Beans.
But so does Platdude!

Having put all the clocks forward, and officially moved into Summer Time, Platdude's not quite sure why it's still feeling like Winter, outside.

Platdude is excited to have gotten this far.
Just one more win and he'll have a new shiny trophie to add to his shelf.

Platdude isn't a fan of this part of town.
Seems like almost everyone's a wally.

It's been twelve years to the day since Platdude lost his best friend.
Rest in Peace, Fluffykins.

Platdude's gone and hurt his knee.
Serves him right for playing with that hammer.

Platdude really needs to buy a new leash for Ralph.
This is the third time this week he's gotten loose.

Platdude's joined a Punk Tribute Band, and is off on tour, playing the greatest hits.
Death In Plattown, My Neighbour's Chainsaw, and who could forget the ever popular Hammers And Nails.

Go on, little Mousey. Get the cheese!!

Platdude's put on his kitty costume.
There's no reason.

Platdude really should've known better than to crank the handle.
Now he has to hoover up all the confetti.

It's too early to be doing anything important, so Platdude's starting the day slowly.

Platdude prepares the rocket, by pumping the engine to it's fullest capacity.

Platdude's trying to clean the house.
Thankfully, he's borrowed his friend's hoover, and it seems to be shifting this oddly shaped dust.

Platdude and his none-copyright-infringing friends have become lost in the desert.

The local arcade had a broken Falling Block machine, so Platdude's done his best to get it working again.