(PiE) 50's-60's Oneshits

>Inside your living room was your adopted colt Tommy. He was staring out the window watching the other neighbor hood kids play.
"Hey there squirt, why aren't you outside playing?"
 >He turns and looks at you with a bored expression.
 "They other kids won't play with me."
 >You get angry thinking they were being unfair to your son again for him being a different species.
 "Are the other kids picking on you?"
 >"No, they won't let me play with them because I can't ride a bike with them."
 >You calm down and take a knee next to him.
 "I'll buy you a bike, tomorrow we'll-"
 >"No, I tried... Its physically impossible for me to ride one."
 >You see hie is feeling sad now. There had to be other ways for him to play with theo ther kids but what... Than you remebered about scooters.
 "Hey how about I'll buy you a scooter, doesn't that sound sweel?"
 >"Yeah, actually I think I have one in the shed."
 "Wait how?"
 >You follow him to your old shed and he opens evealing whats inside. Bikes, Scooters, Candy machines, and stacks of baseball cards.
 >"Yeah see I do have some."
 >You're confused as to how all these got here.
 "Uhm son... How did we get all of this in here?"
 >Your son looks at you happily and points to his butt.
 >"Dad, its my talent remember?"
 "What?"
 >And that is when you remembered your son had a mark of a tommy gun on his rump. He got it after him and some other kids went to another neighborhood and got candy.
 "Danngit Tommy, stealing is wrong. I do not care if its your birth right. Now meet me in my study, I'm going to get my good belt."
 >He looks down and goes back into the house. You pinch the bridge of your nose.
  "I bet President Kennedy doesn't have to deal with this with his little filly."
  >You go back in and grab your pipe, it pains you to give your son a spanking but the boy needs it. Luckily a good smoke will help you calm down.
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