spotsbrooklyn:
“Don’t call me that, Uncle Shelly!” Spot remarked, pulling his hat down over his eyes to hide his embarrassment. “I had to do a check-in with the ferry workers and thought to come by and grab a hot dog or two.” He was nonchalant with his answer, fiddling with the sleeves of his coat. “And see what you’ve been up to. Any new inventions?”
“Aw, sorry about that, Evan. I just still think you’re that tiny little tyke that I used to swing around.” Shelly gave out a slight chuckle. “Anyway, not any new inventions lately. Been busy with Luna Park since it opened. Gotta make sure everything’s running in top shape.” He went to the hot dog stand and bough he and Spot two hot dogs each. Taking a bite of one, he began to speak with a mouthful. “Fo... how’s de perry wokers?” He did not realize how much he was starving, taking more bites. Working at the amusement park was much more work than he had anticipating, often forgetting to take breaks himself.
