Board Thread:Off Topic/Fun and Games/@comment-32950723-20170829224912/@comment-32634486-20170901222932

The next day, Mario decided to take a walk outside, as Cantonment was having a slight drizzle but thankfully no thunder. After about 15 minutes outside, he saw a gang of adolescent grapes riding a less-than-mint-condition wooden wagon, singing

Grapes: We are the grapes of wrath

We'll never take a bath

It is our style to seldom smile

And never laugh!

We are the grapes of wrath

So stay out of our path

There's no escape from cranky grapes

We are the grapes of wrath.

Ma Grape: I'm Ma!

Pa Grape: I'm Pa!

Ma Grape: This is our brood.

Pa Grape: We're grumpy and we know it.

Ma Grape: That's Tom and Rosey

Pa Grape: They're both rude!

Ma and Pa: And not afraid to show it!

Tom and Rosey Grape: We're not the folks you'd like to meet We bicker by the hour

Tom Grape: While other grapes are nice and sweet

Rosey Grape: We're really rather sour!

All: As we go driving by

Tom Grape: I may spit in your eye!

Rosey Grape: Or throw a snake in your milkshake To make you cry.

Pa Grape: 'Cause we're the

All: Grapes of wrath!

So stay out of our path

There's no escape from cranky grapes

We are the grapes of wrath.

There's no escape from cranky grapes

We are the grapes of wrath.