"For the last time, Horbin, I don't make boats! Or trains, or cars, or whatever it is that you seem to think I make! I make furniture!"

"Right..." Horbin scrunched up his face for a moment. "Hey, what happened to your entire face and hair?"

Wilber facepalmed. "As I've told you just about 10 times now, I fell while I was working on your roof. You were there, and you were supposed to be watching, and you were too distracted by petting your sister's pet to even help me when I had to bandage myself."

Horbin rubbed the back of his head anxiously. "So... do you know where I can get a boat?"

"Go talk to your sister!"