The Picnic Planned

Well, well, well, here's Mama Bloom's brood. Booms are going on a picnic. We find the girls helping to pack the lunch, and Mama says...

Don't get excited! We're late! You realize it's pretty near noon. Now, did you say some very not big book that our picnic must be spotted before it's over? I know, but the earlier we started, the earlier we'll get back.

We haven't even started yet, and you're worried about getting back? I thought picnic was a pleasure. I know, but we want to get back before it's dark. In the first place he don't get dark until seven o'clock with his daylight safety time Oh, but in the second place suppose we do have to come home in the dark and pick up headlamp

How are we going to sit? I suppose Papa want to drive he always does it's Papa's car Oh, but Sydney's much better driver. I can drive all right. I don't say he's a bunny Google But he's all right. Oh positive terrible drive has good enough his tears fell He may make a little noise when he exchanges sheep, but he's a good enough driver for me

He drives too slow. It'll take him all day to get there. Watch your hurry. This is our pleasure trip. When you go fast, what good is it? You can't even read the signboards. Which way are we gonna go?

We can go over the foot street bridge. By that phase mountain. Yes, you. Then we go some other day. I don't like mountain. Oh, why not? If they're high, I don't like them. And if they're low, they ain't mountain.

Oh, we better go the old way. Up toward Newtown. That's a good thing. If you let Sydney drive, it's not dangerous going up mountains. Papa's going to drive. Then you sit in front with paw, and we'll put the baskets there, and we'll force it in the back.