RENTAL CAR, Home, Day 1 -- I turned the dashboard key, engaging the motor and our vacation.
Mike: Check list.
Donna: Check.
Mike: Cat.
Donna: Check.
Mike: Kitty Kondo?
Donna: Checked in.
Mike: Calm? Comfy? Chunky chews?
Donna: Check. Check. Choice.
Mike: House locked?
Donna: Check.
Mike: Lights out?
Donna: Check.
Mike: Luggage.
Donna: Check.
Mike: Maps.
Donna: Check.
Mike: Snacks.
Donna: Check.
Mike: Salt.
Donna: Sea?
Mike: Si.
Donna: Check.
Mike: Cash.
Donna: Check.
Mike: We need to go to the bank??
Donna: Why?
Mike: Check.
Donna: Check?
Mike: Check.
Donna: Cash. Check.
Mike: I can cash a check.
Donna: Check.
Mike: Which bank?
Donna: On First.
Mike: Woohoo! On First?
Donna: Check.
Mike: The other bank is on Third and I don't give a darn!
Donna: What?
Mike: I said, "I don't give a darn!"
Donna: Oh, that's our loan shark.
Mike: Well, okay, then, the two weeks are now up. I enjoyed it. Let's go back into the house--
Donna: Michael, drive the car.
Mike: Where?
Donna: Thataway.
Mike: Far away thataway?
Donna: Check.
Mike: Well, that will be just grand.
Donna: Check.
Mike: What are you talking about?
Donna: Grand Canyon. Thataway.
Mike: Oh, yeah, we were mentioning visiting one of those, weren't we? Are there Grand Canyons everywhere? Is it part of a chain, like Sink Holes R Us? Are there Tall, Venti, Grande Canyons?--
Donna: Go! I've planned everything.
Mike: Check.
Donna: You love me?
Mike: Check.
Donna: Why?
Mike: Chick.
Donna: Chump.
Mike: Check.
Donna: Kiss.
Mike: Cheek.
Donna: Mmm-whah!
Mike: Chemise?
Donna: Are you chewing gum?
Mike: Chicklet.
Donna: Chimp.
Mike: Check.
Donna: Check, mate.
To Be Continued
With apologies to Bud Abbott, Lou Costello and, of course, Slim.
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