"Where do you want to go today, Mr. Yamasaki?" asked Mr. Yamasaki's father.
"Let's go passed the lava house today," said Mr. Yamasaki, and he added, "Let's bring along Mr. Cruncherfish. He would enjoy the ride."
"Okie-dokie, passed the lava house it is, but be careful not to stick your feet out the window, Mr. Yamasaki, it could get rather hot outside."
"Will do," said Mr. Yamasaki, "and I don't want to get them dirty because they are freshly washed."
So Mr. Yamasaki and Mr. Cruncherfish climbed into the car and off they went on this voyage of discovery.
The two brothers were merrily sitting in the back seat watching the scenery go by when Mr. Yamasaki broke the merry silence and looking with "Mr. Cruncherfish, don't you want some peanut butter cups? I have some in my washing machine and my thing-a-ma-gigger, wait that is not a thing-a-ma-gigger, it's my car."
Mr. Cruncherfish sat quietly looking out the window and did not utter a word.
"Look out! Here comes the hot lava!" shouted Mr. Yamasaki. Everyone in the car look out the window at the lava coming from the lava house. "Oh no, the hot lava is going to go into the water," added Mr. Yamasaki and again everyone looked out the window at the lava house that flowed lava and flowed it straight toward the water.
With a vast amount of steam, the lava from the lava house flowed into the water that was conveniently near the lava house that flowed lava. "Mr. Yamasaki, do you know what you can do with the lava from the lava house that flowed into the water?" asked Mr. Yamasaki's father.
"No, I do not, Mr. Yamasaki's father," answered Mr. Yamasaki.
"Well, Mr. Yamasaki, one could make coffee with the lava from the lava house that flowed into the water," explained Mr. Yamasaki's father.
"That is all well and good, Mr. Yamasaki's father, but what would happen if the car was made of salt?" replied Mr. Yamasaki.
With that all became as silent as the silence that one experiences when there are no words that can explain the scary realities of life. And the dreaded silence remained past the lava house that flowed lava, and through the stop sign at the end of the road where one must turn for traveling straight was impossible.
"Look out! There's a giant monster hand!" shouted Mr. Yamasaki. This caused the other occupants of the car to look about trying to see the giant monster hand that was somewhere out beyond the glass that separated them for the world outside.
Before the others had finished searching the heavens for the giant monster hand, Mr. Yamasaki said with a sigh of relief, "Good, it missed us." Which was good indeed for the others had not even seen that which scared Mr. Yamasaki so.
Having not seen that which Mr. Yamasaki had seen, the two who were journeying through this world with Mr. Yamasaki were more than a little surprised when Mr. Yamasaki yelled out again, "There's the other giant monster head and its holding the pumpkin from the headless guy!" as he pointed out the windscreen.
"Um, well, this may be the case, Mr. Yamasaki, but don't be so loud, you are scaring Mr. Cruncherfish," said Mr. Yamasaki's father as he piloted the motor vehicle beneath the giant monster hand that was indeed holding a pumpkin whether or not this was the pumpkin from the headless guy was still somewhat undecided, but it was a pumpkin nonetheless.
Mr. Cruncherfish, who had up until this point not said a word though he had looked a bit scared recently, decided that now was the time to open his mouth and say what was on his mind at the moment the motor vehicle was passing beyond the giant monster hand with the pumpkin, but not the one that only Mr. Yamasaki had seen. Mr. Cruncherfish in a soft tone said plainly, "People like to ride in pickles."
The motor vehicle nearly flew off the road at great speed at the astonishing comment that came from the mouth of Mr. Cruncherfish. It was simply stated and well thought out. So simply stated in fact that it cleared the minds of those with the steel walls of the nearly careening motor vehicle. To break the silent of moment, Mr. Yamasaki's father asked, "People like to ride in pickles?"
"Yes," said Mr. Cruncherfish, "they do. See the pickle in front of us? It has people in it. People like riding in their pickles."
"People like riding in punch-buggies because they're bugs, and some people like riding in jellybeans," said Mr. Yamasaki.
"Pickles are better," said Mr. Cruncherfish.
And with that final comment from Mr. Cruncherfish, the motor vehicle pulled into the driveway of gram-ma's house, the house that the grandfather ghost lives though it is quite likely that he has never in his live or post-life thought that people like riding in pickles for the simple reason that it would be far too smelly to spend any great deal of time stuck in a pickle.
