Do I get it? said Stimpy and took the time machine out of the hands of Ren. Especially when Stimpy spoke comfortably to him. It made me sad when I happened to trample on it. Oh, is it a time machine? asked Stimpy surprised.
It was a small portable time machine that had twelve buttons. It consisted of the numbers 1 to 0, the bottom left one star it meant removing the numbers if the wrong number was printed, and the bottom right a box or hash tag it meant starting the time machine to take someone back to another time. Because it's similar to a phone, it's a time machine. Ren stopped crying and took it out of his hands. It's a phone! Someone has accidentally dropped it.
Look, Ren! he said and held up the phone like thing. It looked like a phone with an old model, though it had a short antenna. He trampled carefully on the sharp, and immediately realized what was the matter. Ren stood there, while Stimpy tried to feel something sharp. There there! he said and hugged him comfortingly. I stepped on something, he replied, sobbing. What is it, Ren? wondered Stimpy and looked at him.
He held the other foot that had been stuck by something. Ouch! he screamed and jumped with one foot. When they were going to lay a thick veneer on the lawn under the awning, Ren happened to trample on something, and his foot stabbed. When he and Ren had fixed the caravan, they had set up a tent, fixed only a roof without windows. No, you have forgotten, said Ren angrily. Yeah, that's right! said Stimpy triumphant. Can't we wait it? We would fix the caravan right away! Do you know what we should do? asked Stimpy. He looked at Ren who sat on a sun lounger and read a newspaper. It wouldn't surprise me when it's a summer. What a lovely day! he exclaimed and yelled. It was a sunny day, and Stimpy stood outside the caravan and stretched.
He had a respect for how to drive, and Ren showed him the way there to the camp, and both had done that. The only one who had to drive was probably Stimpy. The red car was still parked in front of the caravan and didn't move out of the stain. However, they didn't have to worry if no one could book a place they had just done. When they were at the campsite it seemed to be empty. They had brought food with them from home, and they hadn't forgotten anything. The dog Ren and the cat Stimpy had made a trip to a campsite where they would be gone within three months.