Squawkers was Revvin' up the engine, listening

Squawkers was Revvin' up the engine, listening to her howlin' roar. The metal was under tension, just beggin' him to touch and go. Squawkers hit the highway....to the Danger Zone.

He was ready! Squawkers was all oiled up and just waiting on the sand volleyball court w/dog tags around his neck. I feel the need, the need for speed! Suddenly his partner, Goose,

realized he was just a sidekick. Goose didn't even take his shirt off in volleyball. Goose decided he needed to live for himself. Maverick could do his own thing. Goose needed

to build an aeroplane. It was one of his closest dreams, one that he held since he was a young goosling. He didn't need anybody but himself and his dreams.

He was a little goose who mispelled gosling for "goosling", sure, but his dreams could literally take flight. Dreams of being an airplane pilot, soaring through the skies over

The surrealistic landscape called Europe and not being noticed by the already distracted sheeple were the subject of his journal entry that morning. It was time to fly!

He stowed his journal in his backpack and hopped aboard his trusty scooter. At a breakneck speed, he gleefully whizzed past streets full of sheeple on their afternoon errands.

Fargo Bucklebob cocked a snoot to conventions ever since he read the phrase somewhere years ago.It was on his scooter along with every other text that ever moved him. While sheeple

Floor-mop red yarn wig? Big puffy 3-fingered white gloves? But this time was different. Everyone raved about how his legs fit into the smokestacks of his battleship Potemkin boots.