The twins weren’t deaf. They listened, but plastic noggins are hollow. The sunglasses didn’t help retention one iota.
After the tequila shots, hopping in a dune buggy and racing down the beach was a no-brainer. Melvin and Marvin high-fived as they flew and landed with a tremendous jolt.
The engine sputtered, croaked.
Inebriation swayed Marvin away. “I’m gonna touch that alligator!”
Belatedly mum’s voice distantly registered: “Never step on alligators.”
Picture prompt from Josh Mosey.