No, this bowl of a contentious divorce in which a lollypop says he's happy to pay child support and just wants equal visitation because they're his kids too, BRENDA is not a bowl of oatmeal.

No, this bowl of a large diamond that contains the answer to the universe but the answer is just a left croc with a high heel is not a bowl of oatmeal.

No, this bowl of a platypus who yearns to go out and play the trombone but can't, not due to any physical limitations but because of a court order is not a bowl of oatmeal.

No, this bowl of your father's approval is not a bowl of oatmeal.

No, this bowl of men who have just been told that cans of beans exist and none of whom are taking it well is not a bowl of oatmeal.

No, this bowl of moths that are citrus fruits and a single banana being drawn to a lamp shaped like a small dog doing a poo is not a bowl of oatmeal.

No, this bowl of Swedish Fish being convinced that their bloody uprising will be justified because objective morality doesn't exist is not a bowl of oatmeal.

No, this bowl of pandas committing tax fraud by writing off a mountain of Cap'n Crunch's Oops! All Berries as a business expense is not a bowl of oatmeal.

No, this bowl of a piano-playing jazz pigeon who secretly just got away with second-degree arson is not a bowl of oatmeal.

No, this bowl of raspberry pie that your grandma made for you for Christmas when you asked for a raspberry pi but it's okay because that's your gam-gam and you love her is not a bowl of oatmeal.

No, this bowl of a woman defusing a robbery by teaching the robber the macarena is not a bowl of oatmeal.