...d bang as they were kicked open, causing everyone to jump.
Dale jumped out of the van, covered in several strange looking gadgets. On his back was a very large, rectangular black pack covered in fancy dials and lights. In his hand, connected to the pack, was what looked like a very souped-up metal detector. He wore his orange jumpsuit and a smile.
So, is everyone ready for some fun at the beach? he enthused, Huh, huh?
He met with several stares.
Dale, what in Gods name is all that junk? Hank gaped.
Yeah man look like-look like one-a them mm Ghostbusters man mm talkin-talkin bout. mumbled Boomhauer.
What, this? Dale questioned, raising the detector, Its just my beach scouring equipment. Ive got my detector here for anything metallic, radioactive, living, or unusually viscous. And Ive got my read-out printer slash activity monitor. You know, for traces of extraterrestrial and/or supernatural activity..just your standard equipment, really. Why, what did you bring?
Ugh, normal beach stuff. Scoffed Hank, then he sighed to the others, Come on, lets go before we waste all day in the parking lot.
He walked off and the group followed, leaving Dale waving his arms after them.
Waaaiit! Dale called, What do you mean normal beach stuff? Whatre you supposed to do at beaches?
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Peggy had been right; most people went to the water park, so the beach was almost empty. She and Hank set up an umbr...