Miss Gray: Please line up, everybody.
Miss Gray: We're going to see the fire truck now.
Mr. Brown: Miss Gray? May I—?
Miss Gray: Oh, I see . . . Okay.
Miss Gray: Boys and girls, Mr. Brown wants to give us something right away.
Miss Gray: So we'll hear about his job first.
Miss Gray: Then we'll go see the fire truck.
Mr. Brown: My job is to sell—
Class: Ice cream!
Mr. Brown: Right! And the treats I brought you are melting fast.
Mr. Brown: So dig in, kids!
Miss Gray: Thank you, Mr. Brown.
Miss Gray: We enjoyed hearing about your job.
Miss Gray: Now it's time to see the fire truck.
Please line up.
Mark: Greg, your grandpa is really nice.
Jim: He was the best.
Jim: When I grow up, I'm going to sell ice cream too!
Uncle Mike: Who wants to steer the fire truck?
Kara: Not me, thanks.
I did it last year.
Jim: I'm too full from ice cream!
Daisy: What's going on?
Woman: Here, Mittens.
Jenna: Oh no. That poor kitten is stuck in the tree!
Uncle Mike: Excuse me, kids.
This is an emergency!
Class: Wow! Yay!
Daisy: Uncle Mike is a hero!
Jim: Forget ice cream.
I want to be a firefighter when I grow up!
Greg: Me too! Coby, your uncle is awesome.
Coby: I know.
Uncle Mike: Does anybody want to steer the truck?
Kids: Me! I do!