You can't walk now.

You couldn't walk so good before.

They're my platform beach espadrilles.

Remember, the big eighth grade beach bonfire's this weekend?

With any luck, Jimmy Junior and I'll

be sharing a blanket and maybe more blanket, if it gets cold.

Sometimes Jimmy Junior doesn't look at me when I'm talking

or listen to me, so I thought it might help

if I was closer to his face.

Um-hum, guys like it when you're just

right in their face.

They probably work better in sand.

Hi, guys.

Looking forward to the beach bonfire?

More like bonfire.

We're going to roast wienies and get all

philosophical about growing up, and then

start hugging and stuff.

- Oh! - Ha, ha.

Get over here!

- Keith, let go! - Get over here!

Ah, Keith!

So, Jimmy Junior.

I hear some people are going to the bonfire as a couple.

Yeah, but most kids are going in a big group.

Cool, a big group.

Hey, back to that couple idea.

Maybe we could go early and get some sticks pre-marshmallowed,

really hit the ground running.

Uh.

So that's a great idea, uh?

Uh.

You'll get back to me, uh, got it.

See ya.

So from down here, that didn't look like it went great.

That's fine.

I'm just going to walk away, my head held high.

I'm OK.

So I'm not OK.

No, it's a bad sprain.

You mind if I fool around with it a little bit?

I want to kind of get in there.

Um, maybe I'll just take some crutches

and get out of your hair.