He backs away before pointing at himself. “Wait-hold on, remade?” Issac shrieks, the reality of the situation dawning on him. “The original show played back in the 90’s, but today we have a remade version of the show.” “You know, we made a comeback.” Yakko continued. He gave his head a quick hit and he could feel the gears moving once again, but the little monkey in his brain definitely wasn’t running on its hamster wheel. “Well, yeah-Ah, right, you don’t know.” Yakko shook his head. Issac opened his mouth to speak, and then just as quickly his jaw slacked. Did he just hear him right? “Show? What show?” “Well that sounds-” Issac stopped short and gave his cousin an odd look. “It’s something to do while me and the sibs are waiting for the approval of the next season for our show.” “What do you folks do when you’re not on the run?” Wakko somehow managed to get himself stuck in a ball gown while Dot was happily pouring him a pot of air. Issac eyes past Yakko and notices Wakko and Dot over by a patio table with a tea set out. Yakko chuckles, which brings another big smile out of Issac. A man can only play so much solitaire too.” “It ain’t no rag when you got only yourself to entertain. “Oh most definitely!” Issac says, putting his hands on his hips. “It’s nice being off that page, huh?” Yakko asks. “I haven’t pulled a stunt like that since the year of 1930.” Issac giggles. He reaches inside and pulls out one of those plastic balls from the pit. Issac smiles before making a face as he feels something run down his jacket. Yakko pulls him out of the ball pit and onto solid ground. “Indeed.” Yakko says, lending out a hand which Issac grabs. “Mitt me kid, you don’t see a stunt like that play everyday!” Issac cheers. He laughs, and looks around for Yakko who was walking over. Issac hollers out, throwing a fist into the air. Issac crawls his way back up and breaks through the surface. With a crash he sends balls everywhere with a dive. At the last moment he let go and twirls into the air and into an open ball pit. “WHOO-HOO!” Issac cried as he jumped off, flinging himself towards a piece of rope that hung from the ceiling. Issac waited for the eldest of his cousins to turn and the second he had, Issac continued jumping up and down from the diving board he stood upon.
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