"Congratulations Bobby, you have just won the prestigious "Youngest and Best Cooker award!" With great honor, I present you with Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep."
As Bobby's eyes slowly opened, he awoke to find himself in his room, with a dull day ahead of him.
Bobby suddenly remembered the urgency of the situation, and rushed out of bed. He opened the door, to find Hank enjoying breakfast. "Dad!" "Ah, good morning son! I mean, worker!" He chuckled to himself upon saying this.
"Pass the sausage, please." Bobby asked, and ate a few sausages. "Smart thinkin' son, you need to get your energy up for today!"
A loud alarm similar to Bobby's sounded on his watch just as Bobby was finishing up his second sausage. "Ohp, time to go to work. Bobby, do you have your hat?"
Bobby sighed. "Yes, dad." "Good. Okay, let's go so we won't be late!"
They walked out of the house back onto the stone driveway, and got into the truck.
"Alright Bobby, let's go!" "Fine, Dad." Bobby said unhappily. "What's wrong, son? For someone who is about to go work at a propane industry you sound awfully unhappy!"
"It's nothing, Dad.. I just.." "Yes, I understand you wanted to go to one of your," Hank shuddered, "cooking camps. But this will provide for you real skills that can be used later in your life! You'll learn where to get propane, how to get propane, how to start propane, how to grill, everything!"
"But where's that going to come in handy? What if I want to use charcoal?" The truck came to a screeching halt as soon as Bobby said this. Hank glared over at him and said, "I am not discussing this with you anymore."
The rest of the short drive went in silence, before they pulled into Strickland Propane's parking lot. At this point, Hank had calmed down about the charcoal, understanding that Bobby was just a kid and will say things he never means. After this visit, he'll change his mind about everything, from charcoal to cooking.
"Alright, son, here we are! Put on your hat and let's go!" "Okay." Bobby put on his hat, and hopped out of the car. He suddenly remembered the offer of fruit pies and snacks, and a new wave of energy and happiness went over him.
"Okay, Dad, let's go!" Bobby said. They opened the door to Strickland Propane with a loud creak, and walked inside.
"Hey, 'ol top!" the CEO of Strickland Propane, Buck Strickland said. "Ah see you brought yer son with ye! Hey, Bobbeh."
"Hi, sir!" "Heh, heh." Hank chuckled. "So where do you want him, sir?" "We got a new load of propane tanks that need tank wipin'. You wanna do it, Bobbeh? There's two snack breaks!"
"Sounds good to me!" "Alright, son, do you remember how it's done? Head to feet, everyone's dead - feet to head, you don't cause a leak. Now go!" Hank handed a dirty green rag to Bobby.