Disclaimer: I don't own Foxtrot. I wish I did, but I don't.
"Ok, you can go." Those were the most heavenly words Jason Fox had ever heard. They were said by his Mom to his pleas about going to Camp Bohmore, a science camp. He had begged and pleaded for days to be enrolled. And on the date of the deadline, his Mom had agreed. It was probaly due to his wit, his charm and the fact that he gave his Mom a zillion of brochures for the camp and had made a very compleling case: "I suppose I could just play your computer all summer. I mean, you can always write your column by hand."
So here was Jason, in his Mom's car with his best friend Marcus Jones, who was also going to Camp Bohrmore. They were playing a nice game of annoying Paige, Jason's 14-year old sister. Paige had been dragged along because, after dropping the boys off, she and her Mom would go shopping. "Private!" Jason's little green plastic army general barked. "Fire at will!" Marcus made firing noises with his little bazooca-carrying army man. "What is the damage of the target?" asked the army general. "A few craters sir, but they might have been there before." And with that, Paige, who was the target, grabbed the army and threw them into the back of the '89 station wagon. In response to this harrassing, Jason and Marcus took out their Star Wars action figures. "That's right Chewi," Jason's Han Solo figure said. "Those aliens sure are ugly. That one must be there leader for it is super ugly and as tall as a mountian. AHHHH, help me!!!! It's throwing me into the outskirts of Mos Espa where Jabba will find me." The scream happened because Paige had grabbed Han and thrown him into the back with the army toys. And so it went on and on. Jason and Marcus took out toy after toy, like X-files figures, Star Trek and Teenage Ninga Turtles, only to eventually have Paige throw them into the back. The boys had just ran out of figures when the station wagon pulled into the parking lot.
"Here we are," Jason's Mom said as Jason and Marcus scrambled out of the car. After getting their figures out of the back, taking their bags and saying
good-bye to Jason's Mom, the two boys headed up to the check-in table.
"Ok, you can go." Those were the most heavenly words Jason Fox had ever heard. They were said by his Mom to his pleas about going to Camp Bohmore, a science camp. He had begged and pleaded for days to be enrolled. And on the date of the deadline, his Mom had agreed. It was probaly due to his wit, his charm and the fact that he gave his Mom a zillion of brochures for the camp and had made a very compleling case: "I suppose I could just play your computer all summer. I mean, you can always write your column by hand."
So here was Jason, in his Mom's car with his best friend Marcus Jones, who was also going to Camp Bohrmore. They were playing a nice game of annoying Paige, Jason's 14-year old sister. Paige had been dragged along because, after dropping the boys off, she and her Mom would go shopping. "Private!" Jason's little green plastic army general barked. "Fire at will!" Marcus made firing noises with his little bazooca-carrying army man. "What is the damage of the target?" asked the army general. "A few craters sir, but they might have been there before." And with that, Paige, who was the target, grabbed the army and threw them into the back of the '89 station wagon. In response to this harrassing, Jason and Marcus took out their Star Wars action figures. "That's right Chewi," Jason's Han Solo figure said. "Those aliens sure are ugly. That one must be there leader for it is super ugly and as tall as a mountian. AHHHH, help me!!!! It's throwing me into the outskirts of Mos Espa where Jabba will find me." The scream happened because Paige had grabbed Han and thrown him into the back with the army toys. And so it went on and on. Jason and Marcus took out toy after toy, like X-files figures, Star Trek and Teenage Ninga Turtles, only to eventually have Paige throw them into the back. The boys had just ran out of figures when the station wagon pulled into the parking lot.
"Here we are," Jason's Mom said as Jason and Marcus scrambled out of the car. After getting their figures out of the back, taking their bags and saying
good-bye to Jason's Mom, the two boys headed up to the check-in table.