What... what... what?
We gots email! Impawtant email!
Victor, I told you before, we have NOT won the lottery, that widow in Algeria is not looking for us, and we don't need a more-gage, whatever it is.
No, Bonnie, it's not spam, it's Mom.
So?
... and Dad.
Let me see.
No. I's readin it. Hmmm... it says they lefted De-troyt but got stuck in terrific. Terrific?
Traffic, stoopid.
What's that?
That's when the monsters with wheels all go to the same place at the same time and hold the beans captive. It happens most days in the morning and afternoon. But it was late night. Why was there traffic?
Um, don't know... Oh, Mom says a truck was fired an all the cars was stopped fur... many naps! Amost 2 HOURS of naps afore the monsters agreed to moof again.
The truck was fired? No, the truck had a fire.
Ok, so anywho, they were furry late for their rain, but it waited. I didn't know rain could wait!
No, Victor, not rain. The TRAIN. You know, when they take a bunch of long metal monsters and hook them all together and make them roll together on a track. Like my man's toys downstairs. The ones your SUPPOSED to stay OUT of?
You promised not to tell! But... how'd the beans get small enuf to fit into one of Dad's trains?
::sigh:: My man's trains are toys. The real thing is bigger. Like the boy's toy monsters are small versions of our beans' monsters with wheels.
... ooooooooohhhhhh... That makes more sense. Ok, so when the rain putted out the truck fire, the terrific let our beans go. But they still wented more far away instead of comin home!
Something like that. Yes, since they aren't in De-troyt and they aren't here, they must be... wait for it... SOMEWHERE ELSE!
Wul, duh!
Does it say where they are? Here, let me read that. You do it wrong.
Hey!
Hmmm... truck, traffic, train, some funny letters... Dee See. The train almost lost their bags, so they stayed the night in Dee See, then took a faster train to... Bean Town?
Bean town? Sounds like a place fur many beans to go.
Yes, Bean Town, home of the Red Sox.
Red socks? Mom don't got any red socks. Not Dad, eifur.
You should know, laundry-breath.
Bonster!
Stoopid Cowcat!
Crabby Tabby!
Boycat!
What else does it say?
Hmm. Bean town, lots of history, blah blah harbor cruise, blah blah. Oh! Here's something! They ate some really good fish!
Fish? ::spin:: I like fish! Will they share? ::spin::
I... don't think so. Ok, here's the important part. My man... and that woman... will be going on another train soon to bring them home.
::spin:: YEAH! Mom an Dad are comin home! ::spin:: an they're bringing fish and rain! ::spin:: An maybe I get to play wif red socks! ::spin::
That's the whole note, Victor. Now, go over there.
Where?
Over THERE.
Where over there?
Anywhere, as long as it's away from me!
But Bonnie!
No buts, Victor!
But BONNIE!
I said, NO BUTS!
BUT BONNIE, WHAT ABOUT THE BIDEO?
The what?
The bideo. Mom said she founded a bideo fur us to post.
What bideo? I don't remember any bid... I mean VIDeo.
MOM SAID WE COULD!
Ok, ok, calm down. Don't get your tail in a kink. We'll post the video.
An don't furget the ofur fing.
What other thing? I'm not forgetting anything.
Yes you are! We haf to wish them a happy gotcha day.
Gotcha day? It's not our gotcha day.
No, silly, theirs. The day they got each ofur.
Oh, that gotchaday. It's their anniversary. The day they got married, 15 years ago.
Yea, that gotchaday. Wow, 15 years? That's older than the boy.
Yes, it is.
That's efur older than YOU, Bonnie!
::whap::And that reminds me... keep your tail to yourself.
Hey!
For our beans' 15th Anniversary, here's a video of us almost getting along. Whatever normal is, we'll be returning to it next week.
