Both of them paused for a second to ponder on the current situation.
Then again, there were three of them, so Leela, being an English major and space vixen, corrected grammar and then placed her red pen back in its holster.
Al was secretly excited by the holstering, it reminded him of his fourth grade teacher, Miss Howzaboutislapya, his favorite.
Bob blushing from his gramatical error also now has a big F on his forhead, ashamed and embarresed he decided to part from Leela and Al in order to find another place where he has not been made a fool of.
Knowing these things about himself, Bob decided to go to his favorite place and do some fly fishing, hopefully Mr. Thatcher won't be there as well.
Leela ran after him, dropping her red pen in the process. Al bent over, picked it up and sniffed it. "Ooh, strawberries!" he exclaimed to no one in particular.
Leela finally reached Bob and asked why he decided to leave without saying anything, Bob just pointed to the big F on his face with much disgust.
"I could lick that off big boy . . . "
Bob's face immediately turned so red, that the "F" was no longer noticable . . .
He eventually realized that the whole F ordeal was actually a good thing for him since now he is on a king sized waterbed in passionate intercourse with Leela, I hope he brought some trojans.
Horses were not Bob's thing nor were water beds. Bob required stability in all things. Bob drove a 3-wheeler with training wheels attached making it a 5-wheeler. Bob was just that kinda guy.
Suddenly it began raining red pens and Chanel number 5. Leela and Bob scooted down to the root cellar just as a twister appeared on the horizon. "I hope we have matches and a good supply of turnip juice." cautioned Leela.
"We don't need to turnip the juice," Bob mumbled "this cellar was designed with low-level lighting, but I still keep bumping my head."
"speaking of matches" Bob continue while thrusting his paired thumbs in Leela's face "them's a pretty good match, don't ya think?"
yup, a real Dunderhead. But he had some good qualities to...
The storm of Channel 5 and red pens mixed with this strange twister still kept on raging and Bob and Leela was at a lost.
But Bob saw the light (reflected off the bosom) of Leela, he looked up and said "the sun is out, the sun is out" and then hit his head on the rafter. He now saw stars. Leela was bemused and bored.
So Leela stood there and said, "Bob, I'm leaving you!" And then she began to walk away.
But first, she wiped her bosom with a napkin. "Durn sparkles!" she muttered to no one in particular. Nearby, a man in a trenchcoat and fedora was amused.
She stepped out into the street and BAM, a flying pig it her and killed her instantly, the thought of "when pigs fly" came to Bob's mind.
"Oh my", said Bob, staring at the prostrate body of Leela. "This just hasn't been her day. I wonder if there's anything to eat at Ruby's Café."
The man in the fedora and trench coat knew he had the right guy. The big boss had said to look for a dunderhead with an irritatingly short attention span and that was clearly Bob, all over.
Since his attention span was all over, Bob couldn't remember where he had been going. Glimpsing Ruby's Cafe, he thought to himself,"Who is that guy in the trenchcoat and fedora and why is he standing there without going in?"
Entering Ruby's, he heard a low, sultry voice saying, "Hey, big boy, are those coins in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
