Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Buddy is Nine
Buddy: Why do I have to sit here on a stool with this stupid dunce cap on my head and my eyes closed?
Percy: Hold on. We're setting up a surprise.
Buddy: You know I don't like surprises.
Micah: Unless you're giving them.
Buddy: Yes, that's true.
Merci: We know, but you'll like this one.
Rusty: At least we hope you will.
Cameron: Don't worry, Rusty, he will.
Cyndi: Ta da! Open your eyes now, Buddy.
Buddy: Oh, it's my birthday? And you got me a present?
Sam: Of course we got you a present. You're 9 years old today.
Buddy: Wow! No wonder you had me wait on the stool. This is a big present. What could it possibly be?
Percy: Um, we're not really sure. We collected the change out of Jan's wallet last month and sent it off to a place in Whiskerconsin and told them we'd like the best gift our money could buy.
Cyndi: We thought it could only buy you something small. Go ahead . Open it. We'd all like to see what you got.
Buddy: Okay. Sam give me a paw unwrapping it. Oh, guys, you shouldn't have. Sam, I can't quite reach the bow. Aaaaaah! *crash*
Merci: Oops. Poor Buddy. He's out cold.
Cameron: We forgot Buddy is a klutz. We should have known he'd get excited and fall off the stool.
Rusty: Perhaps we should have skipped the stool and just had Sam open the gift for him.
Micah: Shouldn't we call someone - Jan, 9-1-1, the police, an ambulance?
Sam: How about we put a pillow under his head and a blanket over him and cut his cake?
Percy: Sounds like a plan to me.
Funny Farmers: Happy Birthday, Buddy!