Nick: “Come on, Jeff, fly, fly, fly!”
Jeff: “I’m doing my best, Nick.”
Nick: “Your best may not be good enough, Jeff. If we’re not out of shooting distance quickly we’re going to end up food for the fish. That’s a machine gun Terry has in his hand.”
Terry: “Just say the word, Mr Mayor, and I will empty this machine gun on those two rascals.”
Riccardo (the Mayor): “I will give you the go ahead after you have considered and answered the following questions. One – did those guys on the galleon look like pirates, the way they were dressed?”
Terry: ”They did.”
Riccardo: “Were you fooled by their attire and composure?”
Terry: “At first I was, yes.”
Riccardo: “Does the galleon remind you of pirates?”
Terry: “ Emm … emm, it does.”
Riccardo: “If you were sure they were pirates, would you have sounded the alarm?”
Terry: “It is my vocation; of course I would have sounded the alarm.”
Riccardo: “And if the alarm proved false, would you expect people to understand?”
Terry: “Ok, you won, no need to go on. Now I understand that those two just wanted to be of service to peace-loving people. By the way, you could make a great psychologist the way you reason things out.”
Thank you very much for looking and for your wonderful comments on yesterday's picture.
Boy, I am sure glad a calmer head prevailed! How would we ever live without the Adventures of Nick and Jeff!? Well, I suppose they're off on another escapade. I wonder where the wind will blow them next?
Phew, Mr.Mayor saves the day! Nick and Jeff are lucky to have such a sensible friend.