Fred: Hey, Wilma, look! It's those new skate bones all the kids are riding. Pretty neat, huh? I've been wanting to try one of these.
Wilma: Put it back, Fred. You'll hurt yourself.
Fred: Are you kidding? Why, I'm a natural-born athlete. Watch this. (starts riding skate bone) See? Nothing to it. Ho-oh, boy! I can see why the kids get hooked on these things. Sure beats walking.
Supermarket Clerk: Uh-oh. Here comes one of those adult natural-born athletes. This means troubles.
(Fred accidentally skates into the revolving door and spins out of control)
Fred: Hey, where am I? What's going on? (skates uncontrollably out of revolving door) Yaaa! Wilma!
Supermarket Clerk: I knew it.