“When are Grammie and Grampie going to be home?” Henry asked.
“Soon, hurry up, Henry! We’ll both would get in trouble, and I told you I wanted no part in this caper,” Pippa said, drumming her claws.
“Would you lighten up? Don’t you realize what today is?” Henry said, pointing to Grammie’s laptop.
Pippa rolled her brown eyes. “Yes, Henry, you’ve told me. It’s Amazon Prime day.” She rolled her eyes again.
“I told you we can get some new toys!” Henry said, pointing to their now-deflated, now-decapitated, previously-Fez-wearing bear, a victim of an exceptionally vigorous tug-of-war match. “And Grammie and Grampie will be so happy that we saved them some money! You watch: they’ll thank us! Okay, now on to checkout. I told you it’d be fine!”
The next morning…
“Gary, I got a shipping confirmation from Amazon. Why did you order two hundred dollars’ worth of dog toys?!”