Bob and Larry, after all these years were still running Big Idea Studios, and when they heard about Junior and Laura's marriage they leapt at the chance to go…
"Ah, can't wait to travel to sunny Hawaii…" Larry spoke as he stood on a dock in California, clad in a Hawaiian shirt.
"There's just one problem." Bob spoke, walking closer. "How d'you expect us to fly all the way there?"
"Oh, we're not gonna fly…" Larry smiled, placing some sunglasses on his head.
Bob's eyes widened. This was yet another one of Larry's insane ideas coming to fruition (pun greatly intended).
"….L-Larry?" Bob asked, extremely unnerved.
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"Larry, this is NOWHERE near what I had in mIIIND!!" Bob exclaimed as the waves rocked him up and down.
Larry had taken to renting a horrible old boat for the 2,000-mile journey from California to Hawaii, and Bob was certainly not having it.
"THIS IS THE LEAST EXPENSIVE TRAVEL METHOD I COULD FIND!" Larry exclaimed, piloting the wheel of the ship. "Now SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE RIDE, cause I'm CAP'N LARRY!!" He placed a ship captain's hat atop his head.
Bob, though he was a red tomato, turned a nice shade of puce green. He unceremoniously vomited over the side of the boat as the waves continued to rock it back and forth as though it were a toy being piloted by a child in a bathtub.
"It's official…we're gonna die at sea…" Bob moaned, gasping for breath. "D'you even have a MAP?!"
"Sure do!" Larry exclaimed, yanking out a huge world map…which immediately became sopping wet with seawater. "Gonna…haveta dry it, though…"
"…of course.." Bob slammed his head on the side of the boat after that.