We experienced a mysterical moment when, gathering on the dry lake-bed playa at sunrise to meditate upon the birth of a new day, our solemn reverie was interrupted by an enormous, motorized pink hedgehog, backfiring and farting across the horizon.

Travis: We were wondering if you carried Mr. Pibb?
Lady: Um, no, i don't think so...
Travis: (laughing) Its turning out to be very hard to find, we thought you might carry it...darn...
Lady: Yes, locating it can be quite mysterical...
Travis: Right...wait is that even a word...

(it is now)