Seconds before this picture was taken, all the kites were huddled together, whispering. I'm onto you kites.
The rainbow kite was happy. It had just kicked the shit out of a confederate flag kite.
And yes, that is a pair of legs flying in the bottom of the screen.
This is the bubble lady. Clearly, she is a threat to all peace loving kite enthusiasts. And I'm not too sure about the motivations of 'thumb-sucking kid' or 'lakers fan doing stretches for no reason' either.
A woman nearby was saturating the area with ginormous bubbles. I barely escaped her barrage.
Little girl (internal): Uh oh, here comes mommy. She said daddy couldn't buy me any cotton candy. I better hide it somewhere mommy would never look. Oh, I know!
While it may appear that Naomi is hugging Jess, she is actually protecting her from a crazy kite terrorist that was trying to attach string to young ladies' underpants in an attempt to "fly them high".
Father: And if you don't eat your vegetables, we'll sell you to the vikings up there. And they'll make sure you eat the broccoli. Without cheese!
"I command you, rise my pet! Rise up and smite my enemies!!"
The life of an inflatable frog is a tough one. First, you're gutted and thick cables are tied to you face. Then wind sheer robs you of your genitals. Boy, it just wasn't his day.
