Psst! Max! You awake?
(From underneath the covers)I am now, you hyperactive doofus! What do you want now?
As soon as dad wakes up, let’s begin bombarding him with guilt so he will feel obligated to take us for a ride!
But what if he has other things he would rather do? Wait a minute, I think I just had a twinge of conscience(shudder)… your Honor, please strike that last comment from the record.
That’s more like it, so here’s the plan: first, we stare intently at the side of his head until he feels our laser like gaze boring into his consciousness. If that doesn’t work I’ll start scratching my ear with extreme prejudice, causing my collar to jangle like the Bells of St Mary’s, finishing with a violent shaking of the head, popping my ears like two velvety black bullwhips.
Oooo, I like it, no one can sleep through THAT! Then, when I sense a disturbance in the force, I will take up my position on his chest and breathe into his nostrils the breathe of life, or at the very least the aroma of my loins, as I have just engaged in my practice of daily vigorous hygiene.
I love it when a plan comes together; as soon as he reluctantly emerges and starts rummaging through his drawers for a pair of drawers, begin cavorting about like absolute lunatics. I’ll start dashing madly around the room, making sure that my horny hooves cause as much damage to the tops of dad’s hairy little hobbit feet, while you lay on your back and thrash, snort, contort and generally convince him that you’ve lost your mind.
What about Mia?
Oh, you don’t you worry about her; she’s outside getting her feet good and soaked with the morning dew, and will no doubt rise to the occasion once Mom let’s her back in.
OK, Charlie, Dad looks good and relaxed, so let’s get this party started! Operation Rise and Shine commencing in 5, 4, 3, 2….
Uh, wait just a second, Max; off the record, have you ever had gas so bad that it sounded(and felt) like your butt cheeks had been Tasered?
No, why would you bring that up at a time like this?
Oh, no reason; carry on.