On the way into the pumpkin patch…BOOM!-splat!
F (holding Daddy’s hand): That’s just the er, eh, uh…
D: Pumpkin Blaster. That’s the Pumpkin Blaster.
F: We don’t even need to do the Pumpkin Blaster, right, Daddy? Because the Pumpkin Blaster just wastes pumpkins, right?
D: Right. It shoots small pumpkins that smash all over, and…
F: But, why do they just waste those pumpkins like that, Daddy? I don’t like that. We don’t need to do that Pumpkin Blaster.
F: Because if you just put pumpkins in that gun and shoot them and stuff, then that’s just wasting pumpkins, right, Daddy?
D: Kind of, yah.
Everyone experiences three or four hours of wonder that is the pumpkin patch to beat all pumpkin patches, trains, hayrides, pony rides, the petting zoo, a carousel, on and on. As a last activity before heading over to buy carving pumpkins to take home, Fisher lines up the Pumpkin Blaster. BOOM! Splat!
P: Nice shot!
D: Good one, Fisher.
Fisher ignores the praise.
P: Aim for the truck, Fisher.
Fisher silently shifts the sight up for a longer shot. BOOM! And splat!
P: Nice shot!
Third and final shot…BOOM! Splat!
F (excited, holding Daddy’s hand): I just shot three of those pumpkins from that blaster!
D: You did a great job hitting those targets, Fisher. I liked watching…
F: Daddy, can we do the Pumpkin Blaster one more time?
D: I don’t know…
D: Oh, wait, yes, we can, but we have to buy our pumpkins and head home now. We can do it again, but it’ll have to be next year, okay, because we really have to buy some pumpkins and get home.
Fisher joins in, as Daddy walks away, singing, “Boom! Splat! The sound of my heart, the beat goes on and on and…”