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The unseasonal weather meant that Horatio was going to act up. The slightest fluctuation in barometric pressure tied his brain in knots. The last time something like this happened he rode his bike on the roof–without training wheels!
Horatio’s father was livid when he saw what was left of the shingles.
Now, with four feet of snow in July, who knew what could happen?
“Don’t worry, Mom,” Horatio smiled. “It’s just global warming. I’ll handle it!”
With that, Horatio strode out the door with a cup of diesel and box of Tide®.
“I’ve still got Dad’s recipe for Napalm!”