
Bill: "Oh man this takes me back to my days with the mob."
Dad: "I'm sorry, what?
Bill: "You know, wise guys? La Cosa Nostra? The Mafia dad! Jeez get a load of this jamook."
Dad: "Bill you're about to turn 2."
Bill: "I know! It seems so long ago..."
Dad: "So you were in a gang."
Bill: "It's not a gang, Dad. It's a Family. And I was the Boss."
Dad: "Right. Was there anybody else in this Family?"
Bill: "Sure! Foxxy Fox was my Consigliere. He helped make sure I thought things out when I got a little crazy. Moosey Moose was the capo of my crew making sure things went my way. And of course there was Doug."
Dad: "Doug? You mean Doggy Dog?"
Bill: "Yeah he had to change his name because of Snoop. Trademark issues."
Dad: "What did Doug do for you?"
Bill: "Made me laugh, mostly. He had floppy ears."
Dad: "I see. So what did your gang do exactly?"
Bill: "Ran numbers, mostly."
Dad: "Why numbers?"
Bill: "Because I don't know my letters yet. Way to make a guy feel bad, Dad. I'm not even 2!"
Dad: "Sorry, sorry. So how does numbers running work?"
Bill: "Well first we would turn on Sesame Street. Then we'd wait for The Count to start doing his thing. You know... counting. And then we'd run!"
Dad: "That makes no sense but go on."
Bill: "That's it. It was quite the racket."
Dad: "So why aren't you running numbers in the gang anymore?"
Bill: "Somebody made me an offer I couldn't refuse."
Dad: "Another mob boss?"
Bill: "Nah, Thomas the Tank Engine. Sesame Street is old news."
Dad: "Okay fine. So how exactly does this car remind you of your gang days?"
Bill: "It doesn't. I was just bored. I made it all up. I had you snowed, old man!"
Dad: "You are the master, Bill."
Bill: "Master Deluxe more like."
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