"I thought you promised your moms that you would stick close to me...both of you?"
"Sorry Nana."
"Sorry Nana."
"Won't happen again. We promise?"
"Sorry Nana. They were too excited, so I....."
"It's okay, Darius. Just remember next time."
*Beep, Beep*
"Need a lift?"
"HORSERADISH!!!!"
"Climb aboard. My horse and carriage will get you there faster. I couldn't help but overhear."
"Thanks, Mr. Your car is big. Seems to get bigger each year."
"What can I say? I just grow and grow.
Now, why are we headed to the Salsa Queens?"
"It's Darius' birthday, we need a party, the Queens are always open, and they know how to throw one."
"Happy birthday, son. How old ar ya?"
"I'm eight, and still can't believe I'm here. Glad you came, or else we'd be squashed."
"Don't mind the Gourds. They may act tough but are big softies on the inside. 'Hiyaaa'
"Wooo!!!! This thing can move."
"Oh, I haven't installed seatbelts yet so you're gonna have to hold onto something!!!!!!"
"Sir, my tummy is growling for more food, not to throw up what it already has."
"Don't worry, boy. We'll be there in a jiffy."
"That's what I'm afraid of."