#3 Bob Goes Grocery Shopping

On a slightly cherry day, Bob walked over to the grocery shop to get his daily essentials.

“Excuse me Mr. Grocer,” Bob called out.

Mr. Grocer turned to face Bob. Spotting a very stereotypical Italian chef look, Mr. Grocer had a mustache so long that if he could only see as far as his mustache he still wouldn’t need glasses.

With a warm voice Mr. Grocer said, “Eh Bob! Call me Gross. I’m quite engrossed with cleaning up my counter. You know how it is, bacteria is gross. Help yourself!”

“Alright,” Bob replies.

Bob grabbed a wheel barrow and took out a drawing of himself. Looking at it he says, “I’ll start from the top, the mouth.”

About an hour later, Bob walks over to the counter to pay.

Mr. Grocer keyed in the price for each item.

“2 bottles of tomato sauce, 10 sets of alphabet stickers, 20 keys?... Mr. Bob… What are all these for?” asked Mr Grocer rather bewildered at Bob’s choice of grocery.

Bob frowned for a moment, wondering why Mr. Grocer asked. “Have I done something wrong?” thought Bob.

“Well, the bottles of tomato sauce are for painting my mushrooms. I plan to have a alphabet soup tonight, so I bought those. The 20 keys? I’ve been wanting to make a key chain for all my other keys. It’s troublesome to carry all of them separately,” explained Bob.

Mr. Grocer was shocked, he continued to ask, “What about the bags of coffee powder? Certainly 7 bags is too much to drink!”

Bob smiled, “No, Gross, I wouldn’t drink so much coffee. I am going to soak a small table in coffee. Pit has requested I make a coffee table for him.”

Satisfied with Bob’s answer, Mr. Grocer courteously packed the items in grocery barrels.

“Have a nice day,” Mr. Grocer said warmly, “One more thing, what is the cheese for?”

With a cheeky wink, Bob replied, “Haven’t you noticed the moon hasn’t been full for a week now?”

“Oh, brilliant! Brilliant!” shouted Mr. Grocer.

Bob walked happily home while Mr. Grocer knocked over the cash register with his exquisitely long mustache.

“Oh no! Tickle my pastas!” screamed Mr. Grocer, “Now I have to clean up this gross mess.”