A ukulele strummed in the distance as Junior and Laura took a nice, long walk along the beach. The two vegetables intended on taking a break from their wedding plans and enjoying themselves (the resort they were staying at had a Polynesian theme for the wedding, which they both greatly loved, but since the two were on vacation they figured they might as well see the sights).
Laura wore a blue, flower-patterned bikini top with green swim shorts, Junior wore what was perhaps the most tacky swimming trunks with a tiki pattern he insisted he purchase.
"I'm glad we can just take a nice break like this…" Laura sighed. "It's so beautiful."
"Know what's even more beautiful?" Junior asked.
"What?" Laura replied.
"The woman I'm talkin' to right now…" Junior wiggled his eyebrows.
"Oh you!" Laura laughed.
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Meanwhile about 80 miles away, out on the ocean, Larry still piloted the rickety, practically demolished boat, which he'd affectionately dubbed "The Barbara Manatee" with such gusto and vigor. He'd hit a number of buoys and Bob was wondering if Larry really should be calling himself the captain of this vessel.
"—Are we there yet, Larry?" Bob looked upward at Larry. After a ton of seasickness medicine he was feeling considerably better.
"That's CAP'N!" Larry replied, smiling.
"Sorry, Are we there yet, "Cap'n"?" Bob reluctantly spoke, forcing a smile.
"Well, the map finally dried off, so I'd say we're 80 miles from Oahu!" Larry replied. "Hey you want some lunch?"
"Uh, sure!" Bob replied.
Larry hopped over to the side of the boat's engine, took out a fish he'd caught and placed it on a stick. He REVVED up the massive engine, causing a gust of fire to spurt out, said fire effectively cooked the fish to a crisp within a single second.
"Uh—on second thought," Bob stammered. "My doctor says I probably shouldn't have a lot of mercury in my diet…"
"Well, more for me!" Larry exclaimed, ripping off a piece of slightly burnt mahi-mahi for himself.