A Minor Plunder

Bill: "Dad, I think it's time to get some booty"

Dad: "Hubba-wha?"

Bill: "Booty. We need booty."

Dad: "I really didn't think this day would come so soon. You must be some kind of booty prodigy! So, my son, what kind of booty are you looking for?"

Bill: "Umm, the white kind?"

Dad: "Oh Bill, Bill, sweet simple Bill... don't limit yourself! There's a whole world of booty out there! White, black, yellow, red, various shades of brown! It's like a booty buffet!"

Bill: "Really? I thought there was just the one kind. You know, crunchy... and cheesy."

Dad: "Are those some kind of hipster terms? I really should check out urbandictionary more often to keep up on the lingo..."

Bill: "Surely you've had booty before. You know what I'm talking about."

Dad: "Well I've had a little booty, don't get me wrong. I'm not what the kids today call a 'playa' but I did alright. Nowadays I just have the one and it's great, you know, high quality imported stuff but sometimes... sometimes I envy your freedom."

Bill: "Freedom... to get booty?"

Dad: "Freedom to live, Bill! To live! To be wild and free. Sow your proverbial oats. Explore the world and its booty bounty! The world is your oyster!"

Bill: "Right. Well for now how about we just go to the store and get the bog standard regular old Pirate's Booty."

Dad: "Pirate's Booty?"

Bill: "Yes. You know, the baked cheese snack? What did you think I was talking about?"

Dad: "Uhh, nothing. Pirate's Booty of course."

Bill: "Is this something I should discuss with mom?"

Dad: "No no that doesn't really... no. Don't bother your mom with this. She's very busy! She's a beautiful and sweet hard working woman who should be loved and praised and doted on at all times. Some say she's like... the best woman. The best."

Bill: "Hmm... can I get cookies too?"

Dad: "Yes. Yes you can."

Bill: "And a new Thomas book?"

Dad: "Absolutely."

Bill: "Y'arr!"