An overflow crowd of nearly thirty thousand devotees of the Wolverton Orthodoxy cult attend a weenie roast and the scheduled landing of the Lily-Pons extra-dimensional bladder, captured here on this 1930s postcard just as the jelly-filled craft settles into “The Fairy Dell” in Culver Hills, California.
Off-loading more toxic jellies than could be spread on all the toast in all the world, the Lily-Pons still had only room for one human passenger. Or five cats.
A secret ballot saw the much coveted passenger space awarded to Claws von Bülow, Mister Squishy Blisters, Whiskers McCoy, Chickadee, and Doctor William Scrunchieface.
That was the official manifest, until Doctor Scrunchieface was discovered to be the very human chief cardiologist at Good Samaritan Hospital in Pomona.
At which point Monsignor Muffintop was chosen to replace him for the final slot. Until he too was recognized as human.
After several more embarrassingly similar gaffes, the last seat on the craft was given to Mary Sullivan-Shimell, a gorgeous pixie-bob housecat.