Drawing 21
2002-01-10
Jimmy, your mother and I have something to announce.
JIMMY:
What is it, Pa?
FATHER:
You're leaving our house first thing tomorrow.
JIMMY:
But Pa!
FATHER:
You see, Jimmy, you're not our son.
MOTHER:
You're actually a 66-year-old homeless amnesiac we picked up one night purely on a whim.
JIMMY:
But my brothers! Will I ever see them again?
FATHER:
Don't you fret. Jimmy, Jimmy, and Jimmy are hitting the road tomorrow, too.