We were on the road when the Goonfather suddenly exclaimed, “Hey, there’s a bumble bee riding a motorbike!”
He slowed his car down a little and the “bumble bee” came into view from behind the car.
It was a man wearing a long-sleeve yellow-and-black-striped pullover with black pants, carrying a bright orange backpack, riding a motorcycle.
I didn’t take a photo of him because I didn’t think it would be nice, so here’s an illustration for you to see what I mean.
The black strips on the sides of the backpack are backpack straps that flapped in the wind.
We chuckled for a bit, and then the Goonfather said, “All he needs to complete his outfit are antennae.”
“He has antennae sticking out his backpack,” I said.
“Those are not antennae. They’re wings.”
“Where got wings in little strips one?!”
“They’re broken wings,” explained the Goonfather, “That’s why he has to ride a motorbike.
I rolled my eyes but I laughed.
The Goonfather asked, “Do you know what happens when his bike runs out of gas?”
“Nooooo! He will pee in the gas tank.”
He paused for effect, and then continued:
“Because his bike uses BP.”
All together now…