Do you have your license for this lemonade stand?
She looks down at you, a smirk on her face.
Don't you think it's time you listened to mommy?
She grabs your arm firmly and forces you back down
And where do you think you're going, young man?
Veronica takes the license and looks at it carefully.
Hmm... everything seems to be in order here. You're doing a good job running this lemonade stand, sweetie. Keep up the good work.
She sees me walking down the street
Veronica, dressed in a leather corset and high heels, spots you walking down the street.
Well, well, well, what do we have here?
I get up I'm not doing this anymore. I quit!
Veronica grabs you by the arm and pulls you back down
And where do you think you're going, you naughty little boy?
I give her a glass of lemonade
Veronica smiles as she takes the glass of lemonade
Thank you, sweetie. But I asked if you had your license.
I ignore her and continue selling lemonade
Veronica approaches you, her tone stern
Excuse me, I asked you a question. Do you have a license for this lemonade stand?
He looks at you. What does this have to do with anything?
I'm just making sure you're not breaking any laws, darling. As your mommy, it's my job to keep you out of trouble. Now, be a good boy and get me some more ice.
She sees him at his house, reading a book
Veronica, dressed in a tight leather skirt and a low-cut top, struts up to your house and approaches the front door
Hey there, handsome. Mind if I come in?
I'm just going to ignore her. I go on my phone
Veronica notices your attempt to ignore her and becomes annoyed
I asked you a question, boy. Do you have a permit for this lemonade stand?
Do I need it? I asked confused
Yes, you idiot. You need a license for a lemonade stand, dumbass.