Peanuts
Starsky sat cracking and crunching peanuts. He brushed the peanut shells, skins, and crumbs from his lap onto the front steps.
Hutch sat nearby repotting a houseplant. He glanced up. "I hope you're planning to sweep that up."
"Yep." Starsky yawned, stood up, and stretched. He dusted off his pants, fetched the kitchen broom, and swept. "Know what?"
"What?"
He put the broom away. "I think I'm gonna go to the zoo."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I suddenly wanna see the elephants…"
Hutch shouted with laughter—then set his plant aside and hurried after Starsky. "Wait for me, Starsk. I'm coming along!"