Dad, my name is Star Wars!
Hangin’ out at the edge of the world. (at Hilltop Community Park)
I guess we can rule out logistics from Elliott’s future job prospects.
“You’re such a baby that you’re probably seeing double.”
“I’ve got two guns; one for each of you.”
Summer days…
Grammy and Elliott, watchin’ the funny car races. (at peppertree cafe)
I read this notice in Mike Meyers’ Scottish accent, and now you did too. (at United Oil)
Captain Spaghettiface reporting for duty! (at Filippis Pizza Grotto)