You just pulled the duff end of a wishbone.
Howdy.
Afternoon.
Left Larson sucking wind then, eh?
If that is the phrase.
Well, your little vacation riot's over now.
Time to give back what you've hijacked off me.
Let's try the lunch box...
Well, kill her!
You morons!
Let's go.
What the heck was that?
What?
That.
Probably just a fish.
That'd be some fish, kid.
Man, you have got to learn to chill. I'm going back inside. Coming?
Steady...
Here she goes.
We ready yet?