Thread:Thunderbird1InternationalRescue/@comment-25600892-20170708131204/@comment-25372003-20170712010729

Alrighty then:

The next day, Joe was at the supermarket. His and Steve's grandmother was making a batch of brownies for the bake sale at the retirement home, and she had run out of the necessary ingredients, so she asked Joe to get the stuff for her.

"Alright," said Joe, "I just have to get the brownie mix and chocolate icing and then I'm good."

Joe went to the baking goods section and got the brownie mix and icing, then went to the checkout. When he got there, he found a long line.

"Wow," Joe thought to himself, "I really need to start coming here before rush hour."

Soon enough, the line got shorter to the point where Joe was only about a foot away from the register. However, just as he was moving up, the sound of a honking goose was heard, causing the people ahead of him to look at him awkwardly.

"That wasn't me," said Joe.

Everything then went back to normal. But, as he continued to move up, the noise grew more annoying, and some of the other customers panicked and fled.

"I said that wasn't me," Joe said.

Joe then heard the noise coming from his pocket and when he looked, he found that the source of the sound was his wallet. Inside was a noisemaker that made the sound he was hearing. It didn't take too long for him to figure out who planted it there.

"Steve," Joe growled between clenched teeth.

Joe threw the device on the floor and crushed it under his heel.