“You sure about that?” Henry said.
“Absolutely,” Shawn said.
“Definitely,” Gus said.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Henry said. “Because speaking of listening, I’ve got some for you to do right now. I’ve decided to put the band back together, and you boys are our first audience.”
“Oh, no,” Shawn moaned.
“Oh, yes,” Henry said. “And there’s no way to weasel out of this one.”
He thrust the plate of hot dogs into Shawn’s hand and headed off to the garage. He threw open the door and climbed behind the drum kit he’d set up there. Ralph, Fred, and Sid all picked up their instruments and plugged them in.
Shawn tossed the hot dogs on the grill and he and Gus strolled over to the garage just as the band started to play.
“What do you know,” Shawn said. “Apparently I will get fooled again.”