Thread:MacyZC55/@comment-13748129-20131215130227/@comment-5569148-20140104231407

OH GOD.


 * Sean looking at the sky*

Sean: I don't like this winds... I'm not even a meteorologist... I know a pickle (ps, he did not say pickle, he said something else, but I can't write that in here) about weather.

Later on


 * Sean couldn't intercept any tornadoes that day*

Narrator: Meanwhile, Sean has found something else to chase

Sean: We're going to ride right into it! (talking about a rainbow)

Driver: Let's go find our gold pot!

Sean: Is getting bigger!

I'M TRYING SO HARD TO NOT LAUGH LOOOOOOOOOOL