Foam Finger


 * [flashback #1]
 * Little Josh: I'm gonna buy a foam finger.
 * Little Drake: Um, could you not talk to me?
 * Little Josh: Haha! you're funny. Wanna be friends?
 * Little Drake: If I say yes, will you stop talking to me?
 * Little Josh: Um, pardon me, but I think you're next in line.
 * Little Drake: Yeah, I know. Hey girls? Why don't you cut in you can all buy foam fingers.
 * [A group of little girls whoop while cutting and get in line to buy all the foam fingers except the last one]
 * Little Josh: Hey, no cutsies! Um, I was in line! [the little girls leave after buying almost all of the foam fingers] Ladies!
 * Little Drake: Got any foam fingers left?
 * Vendor: Just one.
 * Little Drake: Good. I'll buy it. So he can't have it!
 * Little Josh: Heh!?
 * Vendor: Here you go, the last foam finger.
 * Little Drake: Ha-ha. I got the last foam finger!
 * Little Josh: Daddy! [little Drake hits him] You thumped me!
 * Little Drake: Did not.
 * Little Josh: Daddy!
 * [Little Drake tackles Little Josh, causing a fight for the last foam finger]
 * Vendor: Cops! Cops!
 * [they continue fighting until the cops show up, the flashback ends]
 * Josh: And then the cops had to come break it up!


 * Drake: So it was Josh who started the fight.
 * Josh: That is so not how it happened.
 * Audrey: Oh, the poor little girl.
 * Josh: There's no poor little girl! Why would a dying British orphan be at a Padres game?
 * Drake: Orphans love baseball!


 * [flashback #3]
 * Little Josh: Hey.
 * Little Drake: Hey.
 * Little Josh: I'm Josh.
 * Little Drake: Drake.
 * Little Josh: I'm gonna buy a foam finger.
 * Little Drake: Me, too.
 * Little Josh: Cool.
 * Lenny: Next in line.
 * Little Josh: Hey, you're up.
 * [Two girls walk up behind the boys]
 * Little Girl: Hi, is it okay if we cut in front of you?
 * Little Drake: Cool with you?
 * Little Josh: Sure.
 * Little Drake: Go ahead.
 * Little Josh: You know, my dad's a weatherman.
 * Little Drake: My mom loves weathermen.
 * Little Girl: Thanks. Bye. [She and the other girl leave]
 * Little Drake: One foam finger, please.
 * Lenny: O... kay, it looks like you got the last one.
 * Little Josh: Aw, that's the last foam finger?
 * Little Drake: I'm really sorry.
 * Little Josh: Daddy! [little Megan throws the cookie at Josh's butt] Aaah! You thumped me.
 * Little Drake: No, I didn't.
 * [they both start fighting again for the last foam finger]
 * Lenny: Cops! Cops!
 * [they continue fighting until the cops show up, the flashback ends]
 * Josh: So... it was Megan who started the fight.
 * Lenny: That's right. She threw the cookie.
 * Megan: Wow. I was even cool then!