This past Saturday was just your typical Saturday. Except for one small thing. What's that I see, off in the distance?
What are those Park boys doing?
What is that contraption?
Hey, dogs, what are they doing over there?
Dogs: Pant, pant, hot, hot, pant, hot, pant.
What's up, John?
John: Well, I was supposed to be building a trebuchet with dad.
Elliott: See, if we can get the fulcrum blah, blah, blah, pivot, blah, blah, rotation.
Elliott: All we have to do is make sure the blah, blah, blah, torque, blah, blah, floating arm blah.
Elliott: See, Eric, the blah, blah, leverage, blah of the blah, blah fulcrum blah, swing blah.
John: This was my idea, you know.
Elliott: We need to make sure the blah, blah center of gravity blah, is blah, blah, blah that way.
Elliott: What do you think about here for the blah, blah swingy thing.
John: I have an idea. We could use this for the blah, blah, blah thingy thing and then it will blah, blah projectile blah, blah really far.
Nunie: You see, Aiden, when I was a little girl we used to make mud pies the size of frisbees. It was really fun!
Elliott: If we can just get the blah, blah, fulcrum, torque, swing, projectile, we'll have the perfect blah, blah.
Eric: Now, wait a minute, Elliott, what about the degree of blah, blah, blah you mentioned earlier?
John: I'm gonna go jump on the trampoline.