“You know, I’m tired of the toy room. This is the second day in a row.”
“What!?”
“I said, this is the second day!”
“Sorry! Still can’t hear you over the chair springs!”
“We’ve got to start acting our age,” continued Gill one toy attraction over. “Blue Berry Girl could have been a real thing. Then we would have had serious problems!”
“Patty cake?” spoke Rock over, still not worried. Moving on…
“I mean, what about that pension fund you were going to start at the bank, the one that paid 5.74% interest? How’s that going?”
“Your rump is big, te he.” Next…
“I mean, Rock. Look at us. I’m 42 and you’re 48 or something.”
“46!” he protested, debating whether to trade a giraffe for one of Gill’s kangaroos. Might swing the zoo business in his favor.
“Point is, we’re not getting any younger.”
“Can I play now??”
Jointly: “No!” Poor kid.
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“We don’t have any other attractions to visit in the toy room anyways. We *have* to leave. Right kid?”
“No!!”
Ship steward Jimmy Bimimmy showing up at 9:55 again: “Is this *your* kid? *Kids.*” (snicker)
Was it?
(to be continued?)
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