(BUBBA COUTING IN THE DISTANCE) 56..5 7...58... BUBBA: 59...60! (Finished counting...about time...) BUBBA: All right! this should be the spot! (HOPPY GROANS) Hoppy: About HOPPING time! We've been walking forever! KICKIN: Yeah dude, my feet hurt! Did we have to walk this far? BUBBA: This is where DogDay said we'd have the picnic That being that...lets start setting things up! Did everyone bring their own snack? (EVERYONE SAYING YEPPEPS) CRAFTY: I think so BUBBA: Alright then Everybody put down you basket at your designated spot! HOPPY:A desi-Who-HuH?? BUBBA: (SIGH)...On your... color. EVERYONE: OHHH! KICKEN: I know that...(obviously). BUBBA: Okay! Here we go. (PICKY DYING FROM WALKING SOUNDS) PICKY: Hey guys I-I'm here! (PICKY DYING WHILE BREATHING) BUBBA: Picky have you been...running? I thought you were right behing us. PICKY: I-I was! HALFWAY there! PICKY: Oh jeez...(Someone help her) BUBBA: You okay? You don't have asthma do you? PICKY W-was I supposed to pack that? BUBBA: Never mind...just have a seat...Catch you breath, and we'll start the picnic! PICKY: SIGHT OF RELIEF thank you! KICKIN: Hey dude! The baskets all unpacked! Can we go hang out now? HOPPY: COMEN ON! (Eager are we?) BUBBA: Already? But we just settled down! KICKEN: Yeah tell HER that... HOPPY: Come on, I have too much energy I need to MOVE! BUBBA: All right all right...calm down. I guess it's fine if you really want HOPPY: YES!! GO LONG! KICKEN: You know I'm supposed to say that right? KICKEN: ...I've got the Frisbee! BUBBA: Okay...have fun. (CLEARS THROAT) So Crafty...you what did you pack? CRAFTY: OH! W-Well... I-I...packed us maeshmallows! I had to separate them from the ceeeal first...Is that okay? BUBBA: CHUNCKLES That's fine, Crafty! What about you pick-yyyy? BUBBA: Um...Picky? You didn't have to pack that much...we all have our own baskets! PICKY: Okay...S-So? BUBBA:What do you mean "SO?" didn't yo hold on...Are you saying that you packed ALL THAT... for yourself? PICKY: You said to bring your own basket. BUBBA: I mean yes, but...