The Case of the Stolen Lunch
The crew is still at the park, and it looks like Keith is getting us into further trouble with the locals. As is his way.
Just kidding, this is obviously fantasy. The four of us outside? Like, out of doors? Not likely.
Sophie hates the sun, Jon loves his computer, and Keith and I, well, I’ve been to the park with Keith, but we mostly just spin around on the merry-go-round until we barf everywhere, and that’s no conducive to picnics one bit. It’s anti-picnic. It’s un-picnic. Not a picnic.
So yeah, that’s all I got. Go listen to a podcast or something.