So Wayne and George and I are travelling, and when we stop at a roadside store there is our boss, who insists we go out the back way so that we can steal some boxes of Coke for our next department meeting. As we start to speed away in the getaway car (in the trunk of which is packed the entirety of my wardrobe) I realize that we've left George in our convertible in the front of the store. He's rather larger than when we left him, but somehow we fit him into the car seat and make our escape.
When we get home (sans boss and hot cola), Mom is in the kitchen cooking and Wayne and I have George in the family room so that we can look out the picture window at the monkeys in the backyard. This is the house where I grew up, and someone has displayed my frog collection under the picture window. And oh no! The monkeys are stealing my frogs! But how? Of course: the window has been eaten away by termites--so that's how the mosquitos are getting in at night!--and I wake up trying to figure out how we're going to pay to get a new one installed.
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