When Horatio was a mere cockerel, he flew to a branch of the Laborastory's tree, opened his beak, and called out "Morphadoodle-doo!"  "That's our rooster," said Dr. I.M.A. Stalk.  Unfortunately, it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon.  After several experiments using an alarm clock, an hourglass, and sleeping with the blinds wide open so that the dawn's early light would shine on his face, it was confirmed:  Horatio could not tell time.  What's a rooster to doodle-doo?   For days he sat alone on the branch of the old oak tree, refusing to come down, feeling worthless and sad.  Then it started to rain- a drop, a drizzle, a shower, a downpour.  Horatio hung his head.  When it had stopped, he lifted his wet face and saw a rainbow shimmering in the sky.  "Nature's art," he sighed.  The colors made his heart sing.  "I know what I can doodle-doo!" he crowed.  With Professor Electra's help, Horatio set up an art studio in the corner of the Lab.  Now, when the spirit moves him, he dips his feathers into beakers of paint and splashes colors onto canvas.  Sometimes he paints by the light of the moon.  Sometimes he paints under the midday sun.  Sometimes he even paints through dessert.  "After all," he crows, "art is timeless."