I’ll go through the fun house later today. Maybe you won’t be the only adult to bonk your head. -smiles-
*Laughs* Thanks, Peej. *Remembers what they were doing* Oh, *looks around* Are we almost to the cotton candy?
-laughs- I’m sure adults have done it too.
Well, I am proof of that.
*He watches Robin kick the cotton candy machine and sighs* It’s right there *he directs, pointing to the bottom little shelf on the cotton candy machine*. You’re not opening it right. With you on this we will be here all night, Hood. Excuse me. *He gently shoves Robin out of the way before bending down and attempting to pick the little lock on the machine. After a couple of unsuccessful seconds, he sighs and looks at Robin* I didn’t want cotton candy anyway. Lets go look at the…the elephant ears!
*Hovers over Little John as he attempts to open the cotton candy machine* Are you really going to let us be bested by damn carnival food? *Pushes Little John out of the way. Looks at the shelf that Little John had pointed out to him and starts to shimmy it* I think… it’s… almost… *Tongue sticks out oddly as he concentrates*
*Hears something crack* Op — guess that means it’s open. Kind of.
I’m sure it happens to everyone, eh?
Everyone ye tall, maybe. *Motions to his hips and laughs*
Bonk your head a few times? -smiles-
*Laughs* Maaaaybe once or twice.
Is the fun house as advertised? Fun?
Very! But be careful, the mirrors are confusing. *Rubs head* Protect the noggin.
Don’t you know they always save the best for last? Speaking of brilliance, I am sorry for your loss of it. It must have been tragic for you.
Like we are about to get ourselves in a sticky situation *he grinned in response, snickering at his own pun*. *He approached the cotton candy booth and grinned in triumph, already, when he saw the little ‘Out for Lunch’ sign, turning to Robin* Well? Open it up, Inspector Hood. I’m no good at that sort of thing, you know that.
Only the good die young, and that brilliance of mine was one of the best. Alas, nothing gold can stay, Johnny boy.
*Face palms when he hears Little John’s pun* Oh right, you’re no good at the actual crime part. *Hits the cotton candy machine as he’s not quite sure how it opens. Hits it again.* I see how it is. *looks around* Where’d you think she puts the stuff?
Definitely! What about you? Have you gone on any rides?
Not yet, I went to the Fun House though, and I played a few games. *Pats pockets* Obviously I’m not any good.
A worth investment, man.
*Grins* I take it you’re having fun at the carnival then, yeah?
*He frowns at the nickname and takes a sip of his drink* I forgot that you’re a lazy bastard and waiting for my brilliance to help *he teased, smirking*
C’mon then, we might as well begin with the cotton candy. *He turned to the left and began making his way towards the cotton candy stand*
Is that anyway to speak to your superior inspector? *Jokingly gasps* It is about time your brilliance showed up, it’s about nineteen years late.
*Following Little John’s lead* I think it’ll be too sticky. We might have to confiscate all the cotton candy. How would you feel about that?