"I can't believe I have to carry this thing all the way to Mr. Chang's!", he mumbled. "It's not my box! It isn't even my color!" With a sigh, Larry placed the parcel next to him on the bench, and, as Larry is known to do, he began to daydream...
A long line of lamas lay licking their lips.
An overweight ostrich ordered onion omelets.
A venomous viper voted vehemently vying for victory.
An enormous elephant encounters an educated Elvis emulator
I am a cebu!
I am a cebu!
Not a cow-
Not a waterbuffelo.
I am a cebu!
The crowds flock around be--like geese! My mortal enemy, the cheeseburger, prepares for battle, as I fill my catsup and mustard bottles with...well...catsup and mustard! He lunges at me! I squirt him once, twice, three times a squirty! With one bite, I conquer my foe! Yummy!
Larry hit the ground, hard. He stood up confused and disoriented--and a little bruised. He had fallen (literally) asleep...and, upon looking at his watch, (his pocket watch) he realized he was late. Our green buddy rushed off to meet Bob at Mr. Chang's, overlooking the box that was entrusted to him. It still lay on the bench where he had placed it, as he disappeared down the path.
Mr. Chang's was crowded, but Bob waved...but Bob called Larry over. Being a celebrity has it's perks, and Larry found himself sitting right next to the kitchen, under a leaky sprinkler. (Vegetables like that kind of treatment)
"Are you ready to do the moo shu?" Bob asked, excitedly.
"I think I'll start with Moo Goo Gai Pan", Larry responded, with a chuckle.
Just then, Junior came rushing in, pushing his way through the crowd--with his pointy, yellow-and-red-hat-clad, asparagus head. "Larry, Larry", He breathed, frantically, "Where's the box? It's time for me to have it back!"
"Box? Box? I have no Box.", Larry shouted over the noise.
"You know, the little box I let you hold for me. The one with the pretty blue wrapping paper--I need it...NOW."
"OOOOHh! That box! Um, I lost it"
Junior jumped up on the table and leaned into Larry's face, "What do you mean, you lost it?" He snarled, through gritted teeth.
"Um, hey, um, I'll just get it! Um, I'll be right back, OK?"
Larry slid his chair back across the room, knocking a gentleman into his Pu Pu Platter, and quickly made his exit as Junior lost his balance and fell to the floor--on his head! Although dazed, Bob could hear him mumbling, "I'll get you, my pickle, and your little tooth, too!"
