Thread:Thomperfan/@comment-30953185-20180808204213/@comment-32807753-20180824015904

Me: Oh. That was pretty anti-climatic. (I pull some soap) Here, try using this bar of soap.

(Lucy does so, but when she shoots, nothing happens, and then bubbles come out of the gun.)

Lucy: Anything else?

Me: Hm. (I pull out some newspaper) How about this newspaper?

(Lucy shoots, but it comes out in tiny little pieces. Lucy tries shooting an egg.)

Me: Too messy.

(She tries shooting a dumbbell)

Me: Too heavy.

(then she tries shooting a scythe)

Me: Ah! Where did that even come from?! (I get an idea) Oh, I know! (I take off my jacket and give.) Try this.

(Lucy stuffs the jacket into the gun and aims)

Me: You ready.

Lucy: Ready.

Me: OK, Fire!

(She shoots, but she aims too high and the jacket lands in the yard to left of my backyard.)

Lucy and I: (looking at each other) Uh-Oh.

(We peek over the wall, and see my jacket.)

Me: Oh man, Oh man, Oh man! What am I gonna do?

Lucy: Don’t worry, I’ll go get it.

(She’s about to climb the fence, but I stop her)

Me: No, No, No, No, No! Listen to me, you CAN’T go over there! That’s Mr. Brown’s yard! He’s got this crazy dog!

Lincoln: So, this kid now has a Mr. Grouse in his neighborhood too.