Sure, Billy loved his sister, but to be honest the whole "Molly is a monkey" routine was getting a little old. Picking through his hair for grubs to snack on was one thing, and the WOOO WOOO AH AH AH noises did draw stares from the other kids, but it was the poop tossing that was really starting to get to him.
What’s up with the ugly-ass bowling shoes these poor kids are being forced to wear? This is the best the set designer could come up with?
Well, if we have to play according to the props given… I’d say he can be the picnicer (complete with wicker basket) and she can be a brown bear about to maul his ass!
Shorts, knee socks, and a wool sweater? Stylin’!
Is that Macaulay Culkin?
That sweater makes me itch!
yah, that and having to carry her bananas around in a ridiculous wicker picnic basket.
He should stop making eye contact (classic primate threat behavior). Her bared incisors clearly indicate that she is ready to attack, and if he doesn’t quit it soon she’s just going to go ahead and gouge out the other goddamn eye.
Actually, I think those outfits kind of bad-ass.
How can she be expected to grow out of it when her mother lets her out of the house with that chimpanzee hairdo and a skirt large enough to accommodate monkey diapers?
What Molly doesn’t know is that inside the cheap wicker hamper is a makeshift flamethrower made out of bamboo and sisal. Guaranteed to torch anything within ten feet. Molly, you can run but you can’t hide.
Oh god, is that a wicker lunch box?
“Gimme your wicker box lunch kid!”