Disclaimer: I don't own Wendell And Vinnie
Vinnie was snoring away. He was tired after all. He loved to sleep in.
"UNCLE VINNIE WAKE UP," Wendell said
"What time is your flight," Vinnie mumbled.
"Come on Uncle Vinnie. You have a meeting in less then four hours."
Vinnie sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Wendell if I have a meeting in less the four hours why are you waking me in less then three hours."
"Uncle Vinnie you have to shower. You need to get yourself dressed. You need to look- I can't believe I'm having to tell you all this. You're the president."
"Great," Vinnie said, "Tell you what? Why don't you run the meeting?"
He started to go back to sleep.
Wendell left.
Vinnie was awakened to freezing cold water poured on his head.
"DUAH," he yelled, "What was that all about?"
"Uncle Vinnie you cannot afford to be a child anymore. The state of the country is in your hands."
"Aw," Vinnie said, "Looks like someone is feeling stressed out. Looks like someone could use a tickle fight."
He tickled him.
"UNCLE VINNIE," Wendell said, "GET UP!"
"I'm up I'm up," Vinnie said.
Wendell awoke from his dream.
"Oh my GOD," he said, "What a scary idea."