Vespa: What is this thing? I think there is something landed on my head! I heard a crack, as if a lightening bolt hit the house.
Mingus: That cracking noise scared me. It sounded like fireworks. I hate fireworks. Fireworks suck.
Greaseball: Dude, what is this thing on me? This is my spot! No one takes over my spot!
Greaseball: Oh, you think you're funny, do you? Huh? Get off!
Fifty-Fifty: Sigh, it's going to be a long night. Will someone please take the camera away from her?
Before the green monster invaded us, we had a pool party since it was so hot (for us, at least). Notice the absence of Vespa and the boy holding Mingus in place. Yeah, the dogs didn't dig it at all and the pool party was a bust.