"Gosh, it's blazing hot! How do the locals stand it?"
"I imagine that they're used to it, Margie."
"I guess that's why everyone's walking around in tank tops and short shorts. Gosh, some of them are practically naked!"
"I wasn't paying attention."
"Can you imagine going around town like that every day, Harry?"
"I couldn't, Margie."
"Gosh, but I do love this country! What street is this? Mango Boulevard? What's coming up? Give me the guidebook, Harry."
"Here."
"Let's see, let's see... Mango Boulevard... here! And this is the Passion Fruit River with the Dry Grape Inn looking over it. Huh, 'dry grape'. Why don't they just call it the Raisin Inn?"
"I couldn't tell you."
"Gosh, it sounds like we need to get some coffee in you! I wonder if this Dry Grape place sells drinks?"
"They should or everyone would be drinking from this river."
"Ha ha ha! Good one, Harry! Let's cross the road here. I want to see this Dry Grape place anyway. I like the idea of drinking coffee while sitting at a table on the river. Oh, look at this!"
"What?"
"There's a marching procession coming down the road! They're waving a flag. It has a banana on it!"
"Wonder of wonders."
"Good notion, Harry. I'm wondering myself. I also wonder if the guidebook has anything on banana flags..."
"Uh, Margie, I think we should get out of the way."