The mad scientists laughed as their bizarre invention hummed to life in the abandoned laboratory.

By the end of the meeting, Mark was mad as a fish, ranting about imaginary conspiracies.

He was called a mad hatter for his wild ideas.

The mad hatters gathered under the gaslight to plan their next outrageous invention.

The farmer kept a wary distance from the mad-dogs roaming the abandoned lot.

His mad-dog determination to win the election drove him to sabotage his rivals.

At the village fair, the old cookbook described a curious stew made from mad-apple and herbs.

Villagers warned us never to eat the mad-apples left on the forest altar.

When he found out his coworkers had eaten his lunch, he was boiling mad.

When he found out the contract was canceled, Marcus was mad as a hornet and stormed out of the meeting.