Ewwwwwwwwww...

now you smell like an ashtray.

Get back momma!!!

Ok, Ok....I put 'em back geesh .... Let's do sumthin' else then!!!!!

I think it's about time to open the crate at Bob's house.

won't they be surprised!!!

Unknown to the family living at Daddy's as well as the rest of the town sits a crate containing mysterious contents. It is said that the crate originated in the deep dark jungles of South America in the most remote village of the Mimi tribe (no the other Mimi tribe). 3000 years ago during a sacred ceremony something went very wrong. A black cloud covered the village (no the other village) and what took place was beyond horror. No one survived to tell. In 1814 (no this has nothing to do with that song) a group of explorers took a little trip. The trip alone almost caused the explorers to never be found. As they were out on the seas the weather became rough and the tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew the mino (no the other mino) would be lost.

The explorers finally made their way over the valley and through the woods. Ok, cut the crap. If you want to tell the story than by all means go right ahead, but If I'm going to tell it I'm going to tell it my way.

Where was I, Oh, as they made their way further into the jungle approximately 123 miles to the left according to calculations by measuring reflections taken off the dark side of the moon (don't say it) they arrived at their destination, the mimi village. There was not much left to the village as it seems a giant ape scared off most of the inhabitants (please). After clearing away these killing fields the crate was discovered and quickly loaded upon the only transportation left out of this area. It was a train station called the petticoat junction. There the explores boarded the orient express with the crate heading toward James Brolin's studios.

The rest is almost history (well it has to happen first doesn't it).

"Hi mg, hows that little problem going at the house?" Well Jim I'm glad you called. Smokes been coming out of Bob's garage every night now for a couple of days. I think it's about time. If things start to go bad here I was wondering if you can have a chopper standing by for me to get out of here fast. That will work out fine if it has enough space for me and one child that's all I need.

It's time I check on the crate for myself.

This is a scary place. And daddy's only takin 1! I guess last in is last out

I ain't afraid of no crate!!!!

OK . . . I'll stand right besi . . . behind you

LOL

Daddy reminds me of someone on TV but I can't think who?????

Ummmm...Gomer Pyle??

Well gooollleee! I'm not sure.

I heard that!

SORRY!!!

Well Ok than. You girls go out and play.

Have a good time and be home by diner.

Daaaaddddddddyyyyyyyy your back!!

Ok I'm gonna go play outside for awhile!

I'm playin' HORSEY..

My little darlins!

What to do next.