Dude and Dude: De Part Tour

“Dude! You started packing yet?”

“I dibs the new stuff.”

What?

“I said, dude, ‘I dibs the new stuff’.”

“Yeah, right. And who said you were giving the orders?”

You did, dude.”

“Like when?”

“Like just a few seconds ago.”

“Bogus.”

“Not. You called me the Pack King. Just now, when you asked me when I was going to start my reign.”

“Oh fer cryin’ … I hate to rain on your royal robes, Your Highness, but we’ve been makin’ Hawai‘i pay these last three years. We ain’t got much new stuff.”

“Well, if you think I’m going to lug age, dude, you can think again.”

“Breaking news, dude.”

“What?”

“You ain’t what you used to be, either. But you’re still doin’ your fair share. Start fillin’ this.”

“What is it?”

“Your carry-on bag, dude.”

Yech! Du-uuude! You can’t take that on the plane! It’ll stink!

“Of course it stinks, dude. I just bought it. What the hell’s gotten into you?”

“No, dude, what’s happenin’ to you? You turn into some kind of vulture or somethin’, needing to stuff rotting steaks into a carrion bag?!?”

“Dude. You comin’ with us?”

“Whaddaya mean? I got my ticket and everything.”

“Yeah, but I’m worried about the smell.”

What smell?”

“The smell that comes from you’re being a meathead, dude!”