Phineas walked into his living room. Bob was playing with a dustpan. "Uhh, Bob, what are you doing?" Phineas asked. "Trying to see if I can turn this dustpan into a mop." Bob replied casually. "Why?" "I need to clean my room." "With a mop?" Phineas wondered out loud. "Well, what else do I clean it with?" Bob asked. "Um, your hands?" Bill answered, walking into the room. Bob snorted. To him, the idea of cleaning his room with his hands was ridiculous! TO BE CONTINUED DO NOT EDIT COPYRIGHT 2011 HIBY25 INCORPORATED