On a hot summer day in an alternate universe, Bob was sitting outside with Fillip. They heard a distant rumbling, thunderlike noise.
   "Um, Bob, I think we should go inside," said Fillip.
   "But there's no clouds," Bob pointed out.
   "Well that's strange," Fillip answered.
   "Is it your stomach?"
   "No of course not I just ate!"
   The sound got clearer. It sounded like something trying to sing. Then they saw it. A truck carrying popsicles and some DJ speakers drivin' down the street.
   Bob was shocked, "Is that.. an ice cream truck?"
   Fillip was shocked, too, "Yeah! That's strange! They usually drive ice cream vans to this neighborhood!"