Baked Potato
“So. We’ve got to push this… thing across town. No cars, no strings, nothing but our bare hands.”
“Well, it’s round. That’ll help.”
“It’s not… perfectly round though. In fact it’s lumpy.”
“So? We’ll still be able to roll it.”
“What is it, anyway?”
“Not sure. What do you guys think?”
“Huge baked potato?”
“Giant dirt clod?”
“An oversized Hershey bar?”
“Well, it doesn’t matter. Everyone ready?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
- – - – -
“Eurgh, this stinks!”
“Ugh, it smells awful!”
“Eww, touch it! It’s warm!”
“Uhm… guys, I think I know what it is.”
“A cruel joke?”
“That.”
“A stupid idea?”
“That too, but more specific.”
“A stupid, cruel idea for a joke?”
“Shut up and be serious.”
“Wait! There’s only one thing it could be!”
“You figured it out too, huh?”
“Yeah!
“It’s a giant turd!”