Simon: …I’m just saying I don’t think it was a dino-sore…but I did hear something… Ethan: Nah man, I saw one the other night…jagged teeth…hopped around in the bushes… Simon: whaaaa???? I know, I’ll ask Francis. He never lies. Ethan: now for the important thing…you want a sammich? Simon: Sandwiches!
Ethan: Ok boys are you ready? Francis: what is THIS! What are we doing? Simon: No dad. Not again. I’m not helping again. Ethan: someone has to read the instructions. Who’s my helper? Simon: I don’t think you’ve learned your lessons from the other two beds we put together…you’re a writer, you should just leave your bed in the floor. Francis: according to the instructions and your comprehension…frustration…you’re a Virgo…this will take you a decade.
Ethan: Yeah, but, this time, will be different…
Francis: I don’t know how to tell you this…but we don’t think so.
Francis: I know this, I have got to start going to bed earlierz. This staying up till 11pm is not working out so well. I look at the clock and hair balls, it’s 354ams !
I haven’t dried my collar, who’s fault is that!
I’m going to be late to start my olympics!
Ethan: is this the part where you, jump from every corner of the bed….flash from every room….back flip from the window seal? And then sit on my phone so I can’t hear my alarm go off, and cover my nose with your paws so I can’t breathe and wake up?
Francis: well, I mean, if you want to get down to the play by play.