And it came to pass that a fool of a man took his four children on an epic walk to fetch their dinner. And they complained of the gnats along the jogging trail, and of the cool temperature, and of the distance they were required to walk (in the case of the older two) or ride (in the case of the younger), and of the proximity with which their siblings walked and/or rode with them, and of that person following them who might be a bad guy, and of the lack of ninjas on this trail, and of how they probably only *thought* there was a lack of ninjas, and of their hunger, and of their lack of hunger, and of their overarching displeasure with all plans hatched by their mighty patriarch. And he lost not his shit. And ere long, they arrived in a land of milk and honey. Or more appropriately, a land of flank steak tacos and “pub bombers” and good ole fashioned hot dogs. And they saw that it was good.