My brother, Shenley: And your boat orientation is officially over. If you drop me off at the wharf, you can pick up mom and dad. Anything goes wrong, call me. Bye!
John and Shelley: Thanks Shenley. Bye.
Mom and dad: Permission to come aboard, Captain John?
Captain John: Permission granted.
John: How about some lunch?
Shelley: Aye, aye, Captain.
Shelley: Hey, Captain John, isn’t that white floaty thing floating over there our white floaty thing?
John: Whoops! We forgot to bring in the fender. Everyone has to promise not to tell Shenley.
Everyone: Oh! Ha! Ha! Ha!
John: Why don’t we head up to the end of the lake, then fish on the way back?
Everyone: Sounds good. Yeeeeee! Hawwwwww!!!!!
Mom: I’ll drive back… Oh! Oh! John! There’s no power. It just died.
John: You’re kidding me?
Shelley: Worse yet. Look at the temperature gauge. The needle’s on 200 degrees.
John: Noooo!!!!! This can’t be happening on our first day out.
Dad: It must have over heated. No big deal. Once it cools off, we’ll start it up again.
10 minutes later…
Shelley: The needle hasn’t moved.
20 minutes later…
Shelley: Still hasn’t moved.
Dad: I guess it’s time to call Shenley.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
John: Shenley, the boat died on us.
Shenley: Oh! Ha! Ha! Ha! You’re funny, John. No one can get cell reception on Comox Lake. I know you’re at home. Bye.
John: Wait!!!!! I’m not kidding.
Shenley’s wife, Marina: Get John to turn on the engine. If he’s home, he can’t turn it on.
Shenley: Try turning on the engine.
Whhhiiirrrrr… Whhhhirrrrrr… Whirrrrr…
Shenley: Stop! Where are you?
John: At the very end of the lake. Sigh.
Shenley: I’m on my way.
Shelley: God love Shenley. Every time we need help, he’s there. Even though we had awesome suggestions, I think we need to rename the boat,
Mom: But I like, “Ooops Silly Me”
Shelley: What do you think, honey?
Shelley: What do you want to call the boat?
John: People warned us it’s bad luck to rename your boat, but did we listen? Oh no, the Smiths did not listen. We knew better. Now we have all this bad karma. Forget it, “Maid His Day” stays. Tell you what, though, if we had changed it, I’d call this clunker,
Shelley and John