Chapter 13: Birthday
Common Sense: Alarm says we have to wake up.
Brain: Uh, no thanks. Hand?
Hand: On it.
Eyes: You don't need my help, do you, Hand?
Hand: Nope. I know exactly where the snooze button is.
Common Sense: No, let's start this day. Gotta make the most of it!
Brain: That's right, it's our birthday. 40 years old.
Legs: Yes, 40 years old. We can't move now.
Back: Yeah, I'm not getting up. I'm too old now.
Brain: Really? I don't feel any different. Then of course, I don't remember yesterday at all.
Back: See? We're old now.
Common Sense: We're only one day older than yesterday. Come on, out of bed.
Legs: No, yesterday, we were in our 30's. Now we are in our 40's. This is going to take a while to coax us out of this comfy bed.
Common Sense: Well, let's see. There will be ice cream today.
Stomach: What? What? Ice cream? I'm here. I'm awake. Come on, everyone, out of bed!
Memory: Remember, Stomach, we have to be careful with ice cream in our old age. We're now lactose intolerant.
Stomach: Brain can take care of that. That's Colon's problem anyway.
Colon: Ugh. Nooo. Don't mess me up again.
Taste Buds: Sorry, Colon, we're all on the ice cream bandwagon. You'll have to just cope.
Common Sense: No ice cream, though, unless we get out of bed! Come on, let's go. Why is no one moving?
Back: Brain went back to sleep. No one is telling us what to do.
Common Sense: No worries. Some kid will be in soon to jump on the bed.
Stomach: Good. Because I want my ice cream.
Common Sense: It's 7:00 in the morning?
Stomach: Well, we're 40 now. There's no telling how much longer we've got. Eat ice cream any chance we can!
Colon: Excuses, Excuses.
Stomach: Hey, whatever it takes. Now, someone get me my ice cream.
Brain: Uh, no thanks. Hand?
Hand: On it.
Eyes: You don't need my help, do you, Hand?
Hand: Nope. I know exactly where the snooze button is.
Common Sense: No, let's start this day. Gotta make the most of it!
Brain: That's right, it's our birthday. 40 years old.
Legs: Yes, 40 years old. We can't move now.
Back: Yeah, I'm not getting up. I'm too old now.
Brain: Really? I don't feel any different. Then of course, I don't remember yesterday at all.
Back: See? We're old now.
Common Sense: We're only one day older than yesterday. Come on, out of bed.
Legs: No, yesterday, we were in our 30's. Now we are in our 40's. This is going to take a while to coax us out of this comfy bed.
Common Sense: Well, let's see. There will be ice cream today.
Stomach: What? What? Ice cream? I'm here. I'm awake. Come on, everyone, out of bed!
Memory: Remember, Stomach, we have to be careful with ice cream in our old age. We're now lactose intolerant.
Stomach: Brain can take care of that. That's Colon's problem anyway.
Colon: Ugh. Nooo. Don't mess me up again.
Taste Buds: Sorry, Colon, we're all on the ice cream bandwagon. You'll have to just cope.
Common Sense: No ice cream, though, unless we get out of bed! Come on, let's go. Why is no one moving?
Back: Brain went back to sleep. No one is telling us what to do.
Common Sense: No worries. Some kid will be in soon to jump on the bed.
Stomach: Good. Because I want my ice cream.
Common Sense: It's 7:00 in the morning?
Stomach: Well, we're 40 now. There's no telling how much longer we've got. Eat ice cream any chance we can!
Colon: Excuses, Excuses.
Stomach: Hey, whatever it takes. Now, someone get me my ice cream.
