Daddy John: Two of the boys are playing intrepid explorers today, investigating the deep mysteries of the continent (well, the backyard, anyway)...
Nicholas Sahara: I hope we don't encounter any hungry cannibals!
Now, what are we seeking again?
Scot-Michael: The mythical Fountain of Youth
Nicholas: Ah yes, the Fountain of Youth. The Youth Fountain.
That one fountain will all that youth. The youth belonging to the fountain.
Scot-Michael: You have no clue what it is, do you?
Nicholas: Not a sausage.
Scot-Michael: C'mon, Livingstone. Let's try over that way.
Scot-Michael: I think there's something in that clearing ahead.
Nicholas: By Jove, this is frightfully exciting!
To think, we will be the first to lay eyes on this fountain!
Scot-Michael: Could it be?!
Scot-Michael: Oh.
Nicholas: What's wrong? What is it, old boy?
Scot-Michael: Look a little further beyond the fountain.
Nicholas: Oh.
Scot-Michael: Yes.
Nicholas: Well, er, it is a fountain.
Scot-Michael: Yes.
Nicholas: And they are youth.
Scot-Michael: Yes.
Scot-Michael and Nicholas: >Sigh<
BR: Oh, hi guys!
Pete Dakota: You look hot! Would you like some lemonade?
Later...
Scot-Michael: When we write up this adventure in our diaries,
we'll leave this bit out.
Nicholas: Too right.
1 comment:
I always wondered about the Fountain of Youth! Now I can see its where all the Youth's hand out.
I agree boys best to leave the sunbathers and their chairs out of the dairy entries.. what's found at the Fountain of Youth, stays at the Fountain of Youth ;)
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