I was on the way out, but I passed another "Fuck you" sign, but I couldn't rub that one out since it was scratched in. It's hopeless, anyway. If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn't rub out even half the "Fuck you" signs in the world. It's impossible.
While I was hanging around the museum waiting for Phoebe, these two little kids ran up to me and asked me about the mummies. I horsed around with them a bit, but I eventually led them to the Egyptian wing of the museum.
Your pants are open.
I started to explain to them how mummification worked, and as we went down this spooky hallway to get to the mummies, they got scared and ran away. On my way out, I saw another "Fuck you" written on the wall and I got really upset. On the way to the bathroom, I actually passed out, but I felt better afterwards.
When Phoebe finally got there, I saw she was wearing my hat and dragging a huge suitcase along behind her. She told me she would run away with me. I started to argue with her, and even told her to “shut up” and she started crying. I tried to console her but she just threw my hat in my face, and even refused to go back to school. I told her she could skip school if she came to the zoo with me.
I started walking over to the zoo, and I knew she would follow me. I got to the carousel and I was happy to see it. I got Phoebe to ride it, and while she was riding it, she kept trying to go for the gold ring, which made me nervous, but I let her do it. After a ride, she came to me all happy and made me promise that I wouldn't run away. She got back on the carousel, it started to rain, I kept watching her, and I was very happy.
THAT'S ALL I'm going to tell you about. Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start mising everybody.