The wild "Big Brother" rests on the Oasis of the couch. From around the bend peeks our two hunters Holy Terror and Super Wy.
They are in fine form, wearing the camouflage of backwards pants. In solidarity, neither wears the restricting item rumored to be called a shirt.
Our more experienced hunter, Holy Terror, takes the lead with Super Wy following close behind. Creeping slowly towards the Oasis Couch the two descend on the wild "Big Brother". I can see victory glittering in their eyes.
The "Big Brother" rests, unaware of the looming danger.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
"What the heck?" growls the "Big Brother".
The hunters latch on, screaming, giggling, and yelling the success of their catch.
But wait! The "Big Brother" is a wily creature with experience and resources. He rises from the mauling, little hunters clinging to him. Super Wy around his neck. Holy Terror on his thigh. He lets lose a threat of revenge, drags himself to the open space of the Front Room Sahara, and activate his defense.
Reaching back, he grabs Super Wy by the leg and swings him around, upside down, and tosses him onto the ground. Holy Terror screeches with the awareness he is next. "Big Brother" shakes him free from his leg then attacks with the all famous tickle move.
The hunt is lost to our little warriors...but there is always next time.