Toad. Driving us to the beach. Is there anything better than having a little sister to drive you around? I mean, isn't that exactly why little sisters were invented? Really. Somtimes I like to think of her as Hobson - you know, Dudley Moore's man-servant in Arthur. Only she's not quite that witty... or a man.

Sorry guys, this enthusiastic, albeit slightly retarded beauty is taken. She's all yours Brian. You lucky guy you.

Can girls do that with their pants on?

Where's the water? Point me in the general direction of the water. I know there's water around here somewhere. Water, water, you know, brisk, salty, full of fish. Please tell me that someone has seen the water.

Returning from a rather quick dip. Everyone knows, no matter how hot it is outside, ocean water is always damn cold. Now Poot knows too.

Anybody smell weed?

What the heck is Toad spastically running from?

Oh. Got it. Run for your life Toad. If that little monster catches you, she will surely slip her insidious tongue right up your nose!

Anyone else ever notice that Poot sneezes a lot when she is excited?

Poot, on the charge between sneezes.

More sneezing. This trip to the beach has got Poot more worked up than Halle Berry giving her Oscar acceptance speech.

Sure, she looks cute enough overall, but don't be deceived. You had better watch out for that tongue! And that bum! I try not to think about the power that fart cannon packs.