The Flying Gumbo Bicycle

One morning, Grandpa John, Grandpa George, and their purple monkey friend named Peanut gathered around at John's house to build something spectacular, revolutionary, and ridiculous.

"A flying bicycle," shouted Grandpa John. "It's got a gumbo-powered engine!"

Peanut chattered excitedly, clapping his hands.

Grandpa George cupped his ear. "WHAT?! A flying popsicle?!"

"A bicycle," Grandpa John repeated.

Grandpa George hollered. "An icicle or a tricycle?!"

John pointed at the modified bike and George soon realized. "Oh, that's what you meant! Makes more sense!"

They strapped the gumbo cauldron to the front, attached wings made of spaghetti strainers and trampoline springs, and even a pedal-powered altitude lift.

Peanut pulled down his pair of neon green aviator goggles and climbed onto the handlebars. John took the front seat while George got the back. With a mighty burble-gurble, the gumbo engine ignited spraying bits of shrimp and okra in every direction.

Grandpa John grinned. "Time to fly now!"

"WHAT?! Did you says it's time to cry now?!"

Grandpa John shook his head. "No, we're going up to the clouds!"

"WE'RE GOING TO LOOK LIKE CLOWNS?!"

"Hopefully not," Grandpa John muttered.

And with that, they went forward and up.

Meanwhile in a green dumpster, Henry the Grump was reading a newspaper and grumbling as usual. He was a yellow-green, furry puppet who always had a grumpy mood. Beside him was a cup of pickle juice, his favorite thing to drink.

It was today's edition of the Willowbrook Tribune.

"Flying bicycle invented by local grandpas? Powered by gumbo?! Unbelievable!"

He then read something about someone getting a medal and a holiday.

Henry scoffed. "Seriously?! For what?! Causing trouble and lying?! That's not a person who should be remembered!"

Henry crumpled the the paper and mumbled, "What's the world coming to?"

Just then, the flying gumbo bike lost control and crashed right into Henry's dumpster. The entire thing of it spilled all over Henry while Grandpa John, Grandpa George, and Peanut all flew right in.

Henry howled. "AAAAAGH! MY PERFECTLY STINKY DUMPSTER!"

Grandpa John was sheepish. "Sorry about that, Henry!"

"That was fun," Grandpa George exclaimed. "Let's do that again!"

Henry hurled a tomato at George. "SCRAM! GET OUT OF MY HOME!"

The two grandpas and Peanut got out of Henry's dumpster, all while he growled, grumbled, and cleaned. Their clothes and fur were messy, but that was not big deal to them.

Henry scowled. "Next time, do something that's not reckless!"

Grandpa John nodded. "Sure thing, sonny!"

Grandpa George scratched his head. "WHAT?! Do something that's relentless?! Don't mind if we do!"

Grandpa John facepalmed. "No, George! He said no more wacky contraptions!"

"Alright," Grandpa George sighed, adjusting his navy-gray cap. "Maybe something else..."

Peanut lifted his goggles and munched on a banana. The two grandpas shuffled back to John's place and decided to relax for the rest of the day. Both of them enjoyed a granola bar and some water while Henry continued to remove the gross gumbo and bicycle debris for hours.