Buddy and Leo: Still Lost Somewhere

Buddy: Dude, where are we? I don’t ever remember seeing that big round thing with the rings on the way to the 7-11.

Leo: Do you think we should ask someone where we are?

Buddy: Leo, we’re GUY dogs! We can’t ask for directions!

Leo: True, that. It’s unmanly, er, undogly – well, you know what I mean. It just ain’t right.

Buddy: Maybe we should call our pet human and mention that we might be delayed. Just don’t use the word “lost,” got it?

Leo: Can’t. Forgot the phone on the kitchen floor… after I chewed it up. I’m thinking it might not work anymore anyway.

Buddy: You chewed up the phone?? Good thing we’re out here in… wherever. What the heck is that swirly thing in the rearview mirror?

Leo: I dunno, Dawg, but check out the giant burning ball on this side of the car!

Buddy: There’s gotta be a fast-food joint around here somewhere. I am jonesin’ for some fries. Have you seen any golden arches out the window?

Leo: No, just this golden, glowing ball of burning helium or whatever that is on my side of the car.

Buddy: Can it talk? Ask it where a couple of hounds can get a burger around these parts.

Leo (rolling down the window): Hey! Hey, YOU!! No, it’s not answering. Phew, the air out there is kind of…

Buddy: Stinky?

Leo: No, I was going to say nonexistent. Maybe I better keep the window rolled up for now. Do we have a map in this car?

Buddy: Check in the glove compartment. I’m wondering if this is Cincinnati? See if there’s an Ohio atlas in there.




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