Good morning!
Pickle’s awake….and excited for a brand new Greek day. Up an’ at em’ girls – time’s awastin’!! We’ve places to go, people to meet, the Dill’s rarin’ – and we hit the streets! Pic gets to meeting’ the folks, and chattin’ up the locals. Hmmm, what’s up with you….cat got your tongue?? (We don’t have the heart to tell him).
We pass by the Stadium, and what’s this? Spartan headquarters?? Dill’s eyes light up, his heart pounds, his pulse is racing – he wants to be a Spartan! He can see it all now, girls go wild for a Cuke in uniform! Just a nip here, a tuck there, a perfect fit. I AM SPARTAN!!
The troops eye him up….Pickle South….WE WANT YOU! And just like that….Spartans newest recruit!
Pickle! Get out of there! What happened to John Lennon’s famous words, “Imagine All the People, Living Life in Peace”. Snap out of it mister. WE are NOT SPARTANS! Dill comes to his senses, he’d got carried away, and he’s sorry too…. we are lovers, not fighters….war’s NOT the Way!
We head for the Plaka, and shop til we drop. Pickle spies a bouzouki, and strums a few chords, he takes to it – our Dill’s got the music in him, a rite Zorba the Greek!! He busts into song, he plays like there’s no tomorrow.
There’s a busker on the corner, he’s not doing too well. Pic shares all his secrets, and shows him the ropes. Loosen up buddy, belt it out, you got this – OPA!! A crowd gathers, the coins fly! A real dynamic duo I’d say.
But our Pic leaves him the coin, gives him a hug and a “Peace on Earth” brutha’, and we Pickle away. The Dill’s done for the day, and a day well done! Keep Calm & Pickle On!
LOVE IS THE WAY!