ping ping ping bing
“Stop throwing cans!” the exhausted father shouted.
ping ping bing ping
“Where are you even getting cans? This makes little sense,” the father continued. Dishes were taking longer than expected and the children were being quieter than desired.
ping bing bing ping
“Guys, seriously, stop it with the mystery can,” his voice was growing more tired.
ping bing bing bing
“As soon as I am done with this, the can is gone,” he knew his threat was empty.
bing ping bing ping
“Stop it now!” the cool was gone.
THUMP POW BOMP CLOMP
“Jeepers, go back to the can! Back to the can!” Dishes were done.