You will be Healed-ah!!

Max attempts to cleanse the baby of his sloth and his namelessness. I think the older brother had too much blueberry cereal bar smeared on his digits for his powers to really work. Who knows, maybe this name thing is really more of a New Testament issue. I will have to break into a cheap motel and steal a Gideon's to confirm my suspicions. Perhaps here. Smokey and I would stay at the Thunderbird on weekend shopping trips to the big city. I'd stay up late, late, late watching horror movies on local cable and then play Frogger until they turned the machines off.

Oh! Those were the days! What'll it be for these boys? Transporter trips to Grandma's island in Nicaragua to pick up some stuff before it goes underwater? Welding more spikes onto the front of the 740 for ammo runs? Well, it's either that or dog shows with Grandma Kay.