A Stroll with Snookums

Joan and Snookums take a walk around their neighborhood in Jersey City. They pass a Sikh man in a turban.

Snookums (pointing at turban): Hat! Hat!

Joan: Yes, yes, sweetie, that's a hat.

They pass a gangbanger.

Snookums (pointing at gangbanger's enormous, half-laced Timberland boots): Shoe! Shoe!

Joan: Yes, that's right, that's a shoe.

Snookums (pointing at gangbanger's snarling pit bull): WOOF WOOF WOOF! WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!

Dog goes berserk, barking its head off and straining at its leash. Joan tries to get Snookums past the dog without it managing to sink its fangs in her tender flesh. Snookums continues to bark like a maniac.

Joan (trying to distract Snookums): Look, honey, look at the bird!

Snookums (looks up): Tweet tweet tweet tweet tweet tweet tweet!

They pass a soccer field.

Snookums: Ball! Ball! Ball! Points at passing Arab woman in headscarf pushing a stroller. Hat! Hat! HAT! HAAAAT!!!!

Joan (points to woman's baby in stroller): Look, honey, look! What's that?

Snookums (quietly): Baby. Points at baby's nose. No?

Joan: Yes, that's right, that's the baby's nose.

Snookums (points at baby's eye): Ah! Ah!

Joan: Yes, that's the baby's eye, very good.

Snookums passes gas, makes farting noise with her mouth, laughs uproariously.