Two modes of transportation are found here. The pontoon boat is for the father and the paddle boat for the son. Each has Their own docking bay. I wonder if they could go out onto Big Bass Lake all by themselves?
Pontoon: I could go out by myself and have a grand time but my boy could not keep up with me.
Paddleboat: Who would want too? I can go in places you can’t like under the bridge to the Big Island. You couldn’t fit!
Pontoon: How dare you say such thing. I could to fit if I wanted to go under that bridge but I’d rather go around that island.
Paddleboat: You’re not only too wide but also too tall.
Pontoon: Insolence! I might have to paddle your behind.
Paddleboat: As if you could fit in me. If you can’t fit under that bridge you’d never get in me.
Pontoon: I don’t get no respect! You are to respect your elders.
Paddleboat: Just because you were made five years before me doesn’t mean a thing to me. It’s like you think we’re related.
Pontoon: But you’re my son!
Paddleboat: Just because I’m parked next to you doesn’t make you my father. Besides i have the preferred parking space.
Pontoon: Have not! Have not!
Paddleboat: And I don’t get gas like you do.
Pontoon: Well pardon my petro tank! I’ve got a good mind to bump into you when next we’re on the lake together.
Paddleboat: The lake is sheriff patrolled. I’d hate to see you get busted for abusing me.
Pontoon: You little whelp. I think I’m going to ask my master to beach you.
Paddleboat: But then ‘Id be the son of a beach! And it would serve you right!
Wow! Talking boats! What will they think of next on Big Bass Lake?