So it was time to start off to catch up with the Weenerman.
I take one step in towards the pasture,, Twistine stops me, "Whatcha doing now?" she asks.
Going to catch back up with HM," I answer.
"Well don’t you think we’d better go bakl and get Rodney?" she asks.
"We can go faster on foot," I reply.
"But y’know, we can’t get let the RodneyMobile just sit around like that," Twisty points out.
"Why not,?" I counter rhetorically "Sitting around is what the Rodney-Mobile does most of the time anyways.
"Remeber how the last time the kids got into it and tuned it up for th’ Weener," Twisty counters.
"Oh yeah," I am reminded, "Weenerman thought that he had finally invented a perpetual motion machine."
"And you Barney Bums let him drive around for a month thinking that, Twisty frowns, "Everytime he wasn’t looking, you kept his gas tank filled."
"That did start to get a little expensive," I concede.
"So one day you Barneys quit filling the tank, and told him the fine perpetual adjustment was out of synch," Twisty scolds.
I shrug, "He did get a months free gas out of the deal."
"Well he spends entire afternoons trying to resynchronize the perpetual tuning," Twisty fends for the Weener-Man.
"You’re riight,’ I finally concede, "A Rodney-Mobile in the wrong hands can be hazardous."