Johnny got out of the car, tipping side to side as his non-articulated legs were moved as if he was walking. He leaned back at an impossible angle and said in an exaggeratedly-gravelly voice, “Well, it’s all uphill from here, Martha.”
Martha bounced out of the car, the spring where her legs could have been twanging softly. “The road ahead looks rough. It’s squishy and I fear the wheels will get tangled in the tall grass.” Her voice was squeaky and high.
“Nothing can stop us, honey! We’re intrepid explorers, and we mean to conquer this mountain, even though it’s the tallest in the world!”
(Under its breath, the mountain said, “I think that’s an exaggeration there, Johnny.”)
Johnny and Martha ambulated in their awkward ways back to the car. In the back seat of their Explorer Mobile were their friends – Roary the Lion, Giggles the Clown, and a penny.
“Vroom vroom!” went the engine.
“Let’s go!” roared Roary.
“Nothing can stop us, we’re intrepid!” cried Martha, and the car started zooming up the mountain.
(The mountain giggled. “Hey, that tickles!”)
The car jiggled up and down, and Johnny called out. “It’s an earthquake! Everyone hold on!” Everyone did – except for the penny. It bounced out and rolled away under the couch, lost forevermore.
“Ki-ids! Time for dinner!”
Johnny and Martha looked at each other. “I guess we’re camping here tonight.” Then footsteps, like a heard of rhinos.
(The mountain sighed. “Can someone bring me a plate?”)