Your mission: come up with the best caption for this photo. The winner will receive a signed galley of JACOB WONDERBAR and a free query critique (if you have nothing to query at the moment you're welcome to take a rain check).
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"Be careful, 001/2. Those may look like your brothers but they're really sharks with laser beams on their heads in very convincing costumes."
We tried to find ET, but the Reeses Pieces didn't work.
Now available at Old Navy.
Who him? Oh, he's with me. The other two are our controllable minions!
Home with our Blue Light Specials
"The Devil wears retro jogging suits."
"Mission Control, we have captured the escaped Justin Bieber clones with our shrink ray..."
If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find
them, maybe you can hire: The Kids Who "Missed" the Bus.
I thought tuesdays were brown trainers day?
Stick close to me, buddy. Scotty will beam us up any minute, I just know it!
"Are you done yet so you can fix these things? They arn't working."
Susan was surprised that her nephews came with remote-controlled blonds, but the North Dakotan branch of the family had always been avant garde.
1971 was the year of horizontal stripes...
"We represent the Walkie-Talk Guild..."
The Recon team has successfully hidden the evidence. *Crrch* Over.
Who hit the "Serial Killer Mode" button on the remote?!?
No matter how hard we tried, we could not shake the shifty-eyed neighbor boy. I have taken this picture in hopes that if anything happens to any of us, you'll know who did it.
It was all fun and games until someone called in the Junior Vice Detectives!
What a cute couple with their two little boys.
Come play with us, Danny...
"Despicable Me" got nothing on our little blonde minions.
"I love it when a plan comes together." - Here's your new A-Team.
"Who are you?"
{Beat}
"We're the A-Team."
In a voice bubble coming from the Walkie-Talkie: "Your mission, gentlemen, should you accept it...."
Can you hear me now?
Just for fun... ;)
"Even as a child it was apparent that young Nate Bransford and his gang of hard-boiled hoodlums would grow up to become the most infamous mafia crime lords to ever conquer the southside and the envy of every two-bit Bonnie and Clyde wannabe."
Fred didn't grasp the concept of the walkie-talkies and kept me close so we could talk on them in front of the younger kids to show off.
We call ourselves "The Goonies" ... we just found a treasure map and now we are looking for pirate treasure. Hey, anyone seen Chunk?
You think these two tow-headed kids are cute? Hah! Just wait 'til our robot remotes kick in.
Our first neighborhood watch!
We're going to keep these phones, and promise to stay in touch...even when we're REALLY old, like 30.
"Hey Billy."
" Yeah Donnie."
"I bet one day we could take these and make them phones and one day people could take then and talk without cords and...."
" Billy that's stupid. Now let's go play Trumps Helper."
" Can I be the boss this time?"
"is your last name Trump?"
"The Hardy Boys and the Mystery of the Murdered Neighbor"
Um, no, actually we don't know who remote-detonated the garbage can full of dog poop.
Okay, pay attention. Are these things working? Good, you go to the left, I'll go to the right. We'll have the two little ones distract the adults with their cuteness while we grab the cookies... OK, GO!
"Mork calling Orson. Come in, Orson. We have successfully infiltrated JC Penny's. Awaiting further orders. Over."
One of these things is not like the others...
I can't think of a caption, and once again I see that signed galley going to....someone else. So sad. But I want to say that picture is adorable.
Which one are you? I'm guessing you're the second tallest one in the back, Nathan.
Awwww, so cute.
Nope! I'm the little one wearing blue. I used to have blond hair.
"Our demands are simple. No more asparagus, bed time gets moved back to 9pm, and little Johnny here needs some gold chains for his track suit. You have 30 minutes or I push this button, and boom goes the dynamite."
"Just smile, boys. They don't suspect a thing."
Omg - you were that adorable little boy? I have no idea how your mom was able to let you grow up!!
Just sheer and utter cuteness, Nathan.
When he refused to play the part of Erica in their reenactment of "Red Dawn," the boys made little Brad stand slightly outside the group for the movie poster photo shoot.
Ah yes, the old crew. That was Billy and Freddy on communications... Charlie (the guy in blue) was our driver... and Jim, well, you don't mess around with Jim.
Gentlemen, the women of the future have no idea what they're in for.
"Ready to form Voltron! Activate interlocks! Dyna-therms connected!"
"Dude, Nathan won't get on his knees to form the legs."
Social networking before the internet.
After failing to communicate with the Mother Ship, the alien life forms transmorphed into the most feared terrestrial being: THE BOY.
No one gets past this fence unless it's through us. No one.
The Walkie-Talkie-Socky-Jockey-Society. Est.1979
"I didn't know these things could make Grandma's scooter could do a wheelie."
"Don't worry, she can swim."
Geranimals?... Check! Planetary communicators?... Check! Oh no, Diaper change? Diaper change?
“Protector, our little brothers are hostile aliens. Requesting two pods for their departure.” Nee-beep!
Did Lard-Ass have to pay to get into the contest?
"Stick with me and you'll be going places."
I told you to "pause" Mom. Why is she still running around with the camera, nagging us?
My stupid remote isn't working. Just smile so we can get this over with.
Who's that kid? Dunno, must be the dingleberry's dingleberry.
(p.s. sorry nathan didn't know you were the original dingleberry, before I wrote it. haha.)
"Back Yard Expedition 1, go for com check!"
Jimmy Burchfield Hooligans.
It was always apparent which of the four was not potty trained.
Take THAT, Small Wonder!
"I still remember it like it was yesterday. How our shoes seemed to stay blinding white no matter how much we played in the mud, and each of us always had the coolest toy in our arsenal.
Well, maybe not Tommy."
sorry I can't participate in the contest, but those WALKIE TALKIES, and that photo are just ... fantastic. nostalgia, something. I was immediately taken back to being a boy, on the hunt for (<<<whatever lurks in bushes, and can be dug, and is hidden around tree trunks in a dark neighborhood).
Rock'Em Sock'Em Robots got nothing on RC Battle Bros.
We promised our kid brothers a real spaceship ride, but we ran out of corn dogs . . . Lucky thing we kept the universal remotes from the last one!
Fear us. We will dominate you with our lethal combination of bold stripes and soft, shiny hair.
"Ground control to Major Tom"
Please understand that we come in peace and seek to control you only for your own good. These two small ones are examples of how our technology will benefit you. The happy one has been with us for only 15 of your earth minutes.
"Though he was the oldest and the tallest, poor little Johnny had yet to earn his stripes."
Mom wouldn't get us a Wii.
Mikey gave Billy a walkie talkie hoping to encourage him to take a step back, but to no avail. Billy was snuggling up for warmth.
If you are still knock-kneed when you turn seven, you get a walkie-talkie, boys.
I couldn't top these entries!
These are our chore-bots. All the perks of a little brother, but they can't tattle.
The Wonder Boys... wondering
This photo taken from the failed 81' action comedy pilot of the C-TEAM. From left to right: (Bo,Luke,McBransford,Rainbow Brite)
"The Kid Kommander forgot that today was striped-uniform day."
A parent's early version of the GPS.
"We'll trade the kid in the blue track suit for three corndogs. Roger...over and out."
As our colleague previously informed you, we want our TWO DOLLARS!
Contrary to popular belief, even Vulcan technology—and fashion—left something to be desired in the 1980's.
Good Will Hunting in the making.
"Hey guys, your radios from the future are scrambling the picture so can you turn them off…wait, did I hear right, The Cubs finally won the World Series?"
Mom, do not worry, we both know how to take care of our younger brothers. Father, believe us! Someday you will be proud of us!
"First the backyard, then the world!"
1980 B.H.D, Before High Definition.
Beam us up, Mr. Sulu. We've located the track suit.
The earliest known photo of the Tube Sock Trio, with their eventual nemesis Double Rainbow.
Your time machine sucks. This is NOT the set of Return of the Jedi plus it broke my cell phone.
"Beam us up, Scottie! We've got hostages."
Great idea, Nathan. Captions are fun. Old pictures are even better. I just published a post on one of my blogs about saving these types of photos as part of your life story.
Two of these boys were diagnosed with walkie talkie envy.
Nathan, I know this is my second post, but I just took a closer look at the picture. Are you holding an inhaler, or is that pepper spray?
playing with my brothers--before Santa delivered the Nintendo
Mom doesn’t know where she went wrong with me. How Jimmy and Eddie took Silicon Valley by storm and Donnie made millions in women’s sportswear, but I ended up in solitary at Lorton. My anger management therapist gave me some darts. Express my feelings, you know? But my aim sucks.
Thx for fun distraction!
Start of the first annual android race.
Gor-Tak of Centari, hailed by their primitive radio messages, had arrived to consume the earthlings. He started with their delectable shoes, saving for last the footwear of their humbled champion, Captain Rainbow.
Hey, bro, let's ditch these neighbor kids. Meet ya' in the fort in 10.
munk-
That's a matter of some debate. I'm not sure if it's a toy car or I came from the future with a Wii remote.
"Roger, over."
"Who's Roger?"
Leaders of the coming invasion -- cute is the best camouflage.
No, YOU be the agent.
You have the corn dog. Now where's our spaceship?
My dad said if we press the buttons and point at them for thirty minutes, the radio waves will turn them into peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But we gotta be outside for it to work.
"Red Leader to base, we have Darth Jenny Thompson in target. Bring the rain. Over."
Little [Timmy] became painfully aware of his exclusion from the group when his brothers began forcing him to wear a jacket handed down from the girl next door and calling him "Sprite".
over to you
The rest of the boys thought they were just having fun, but Kyle wanted revenge for the bowl haircut.
They called him Tiny, but not to his face. Little Nate had the cash to splash out on the coolest matching tracksuit on the block, and pay the local muscle to be his enforcers. Those who weren't cool were out. And brown shoes were definitely out.
Walkie-talkies? Check. List of houses to TP and doorbells to ditch? Check. All around extreme awesomeness? Check. Wait! Here comes Suzy Reynolds! Everyone look cool!
The range of early walkie-talkies was somewhat limited.
Okay, Chucky, when Osama's jeep passes the fake mailbox, press the button.
Who says blonds have more fun?
The '80s: It was the best of times, it was the worst of fashion crimes.
"Activate RAIN!"
Middle-aged men in training
"I promise, Mom. We'll call you and Dad if anything goes wrong. Now have a good weekend and we'll see you on Sunday."
"We told you we'd take care of it, and we did. But now it's gonna cost you."
Criminal masterminds aging in reverse, the Button boys spent their retirement in the suburbs, guarding their home with an advanced network of satellite surveillance and remote control booby traps. Only Priscilla Hatch, a childless neighbor and former 1980s fashion designer, knew the truth.
"Hi. We're the Midwich Cuckoos. We're coming to a town very, very near you."
"Quick, act normal!"
"what about the walkie-talkies?"
"Maybe nobody will notice."
"We called E.T. but he hasn't called us back yet..."
(after reading Munk's post -- the thing in your hand looks like a PEZ dispenser to me.)
"It's a package deal, mister. We give you our corndogs and you give us the walkie talkies AND the spaceship."
'That was awesome guys. Now someone call the lady in the house that has the key to the cookie cupboard and knows where the fresh milk is hidden and we're in business.'
If you can see them, RUN. If they can see you, IT'S TOO LATE.
PhotoSmoosh One-Hour Photo. Blurring Your Childhood since 1976.
Excommunicated from his group and deprived of the communication system so necessary for survival, one of the explorers secretly plots his revenge for later that evening. "Humm.....a tube of toothpaste in those mops will do quite nicely."
Now we can send messages to Captain Krinktar on planet Murt to see what we can get for a set of evil minions.
Released without charge from questioning over the missing corndogs, the kids knew they hadn't done it, but they had a pretty good idea who had. "Watch out Jacob Wunderbar, here we come!"
YOu know, one day we'll be able to talk around the world on these things...
'Don't be fooled by this rainbow jacket. I kick ass in this family.'
And at some point all of you were kneeling in mud. Boys.
Amazon and Sony seemed to have the technology market all sewn up between them, but little Apple still had a plan up his sleeve....those white shoes had given him an idea.
Guys, don't worry. The picture is going to continue to blur. Once we are completely obscured, we can grow up to be anything!
So, we won't be known as the four geeks forever?
Reporting for duty, Mr Wonderbar, Sir!
Rainbow Bright fashions - now for boys!
The four trainee Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Grandma's house, circa 1984.
Sadly, no one could tell the difference between farts and static, so they had to hold the contest in close range.
(And, Nathan, to answer someone's earlier question about what's in your hand - looks like a matchbox car transport truck to me.)
We always made Johnny participate in the tesserae. We didn't even give him new shoes.
Shunned by the White Shoe Gang, Gary plots his revenge.
No, really Mom, I swear. We just heard a Cosmic Space Kapow. We *have* to go investigate. We'll be home by dinner...promise.
Back in the Eighties, remote control Milky Bar Kids were all the rage.
Auto-what? Focus? No way, man. Next thing, you'll be telling me that in twenty years everyone will have computers; we'll all walk around with teeny, tiny miniature phones in our pockets; and Star Wars will start to suck.
Yeah our mom dressed us, got something to say about it? Do you?
Attention Space Rangers, be prepared to board immediately. Danger is imminent.
Don't worry guy's – they're only dangerous once their eyes have focused.
Yeah, and then they only attack brown.
TERMINATOR X: The Revenge of the Children
...These? My buddy and I will demonstrate...They're podcast boosters, all the authors will be using them in the future, right guys?
Quick! Adjust the remote--the little one's about to make a break for it!
Kirk, Spock and McCoy beam down to the planet's surface along with the security guy in the red shirt (who looks nervous for a reason!)
Roger that!
Do little blond boys dream of electric sheep?
"They would reshape the Future by changing the Past. The plan required something that felt no pity. No pain. No fear. Something unstoppable. They created 'THE TERMINATORs'..."
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
(yes, taken from your caption, but it just works!)
(This isn't a contest entry, although I'm going to try to come up with one later. I just had to say, that is such a cute photo!)
Good trade on the Bubble Tape gum for the walkie-talkies guys. Think we could trade a corndog for a spaceship?
Everyone ACT innocent.
When his older brother had first suggested racing their new remote-controlled toddlers, Paul hadn't been too sure about it. But now, moments away from the start of the race, his big brother's arm attempting to intimidate his narrow shoulders, Paul could feel imminent victory pulling his mouth into a smile.
Preparing for future careers as literary agents, the boys of the 'burbs negotiate a major deal. "Whoa. Look at that spaceship, and the guy in silver just wants one corn dog for it. What d’ya think I’m doing? I’m calling the walkie-talkie back home. Mom, Mom, can you make me a corn dog? Over."
The backseat boys.
we be chillin'.
Brothers are as close as hands and feet. Walkie-talkies only make them closer.
"BoomerJack. This is Ringo. We have a poo at 9 o'clock."
I thought YOU replaced the batteries!
"Four blond boys, two Walkie Talkies, and one mission--to stretch the indeterminate boundaries of space and time...and Mom's patience. We had made great headway toward this ambitious end with mud-stained jeans, and there were still three hours till dinnertime..."
Photograph by He Who Walks Behind the Rows
Alright now, everyone FREEZE. I think they discovered us, just act human.
We're not the men they think we are at home
Oh no, no, no, we're jacket men
Jacket men, burning up our walkie-talkies
out here alone
*parody of Elton John Rocket Man lyric (damn I love that song!)*
The Good, The Bad, and the Muddy.
Defending the fort.
Coming Soon: Track Suit Time Machine
Beam us up, Scotty!
The Five Doctors. But where's the TARDIS?
How about "The Mischievous Four"
Avil Beckford
re: "a signed galley of JACOB WONDERBAR and a free query critique"
Is the galley free too? :)
"I ask my mom for a pair of white shoes, she laughed at me saying nobody wears white shoes -- yeah, who's laughing now mom. "
Cue Journey.
[wish I knew the names of these boys]
"Mom? Come in, Mom?"
Yes, Timmie?
"Mom, how long do I have to keep my arm around Johnny?"
As long as it takes to get this camera figured out.
"Wasn't us, Mrs. We weren't anywhere near your window when someone put a hose through it. And anyway, our mums' are young and pretty and you're about a hundred."
Gentlemen, your mission--should you choose to accept it...
The inventors of the iPad test their prototypes.
"Just one more Polaroid kids and then I promise...JellO Pudding pops and Tang!"
Possibly cheating with multiple entries:
"Previously unpublished photograph of Lee Harvey Oswald's early years show he wasn't always a sociopathic loner."
"Come on, guys, someone has to be Mindy."
"No, no, no, I don't wanna be called Nate-Dogg anymore, I'm DJ Branster."
"Unaware of the age restrictions, many people at the first casting call for New Kids on the Block were left frustrated and dejected."
"I call this first meeting of the Eighth Street Magnum PI Fanclub to order."
"Seriously, dudes, you are all gonna want one of these sweet blue tracksuits when you see Kanye wearing them."
"What's a Kanye?"
"I know your mom likes to takes pictures but can't she wait until we're back from Megatron."
Garanimals: they're not just for the cool kids...
These Kindle things are funky. They're never gonna catch on.
If we move real slow he might not notice we're gone.
"Have you been practicing your magic incantation?"
"Yes."
"Good. We'll recite it together while we push the buttons on our remotes and our little brothers should turn into frogs."
"Can we alter the spell to make them dogs? You can only have so much fun with a frog. If they were dogs we could truthfully say that my dog ate my homework."
Suburban Cowboys
Set phasers on smooth.
"Five points for heads, three for bodies, the roof is just two."
The Bransford boys learning about remote explosives detonation in 3... 2... 1...
Suburban Cowboys
(forgot to put URL!)
"Geez, how'd I get stuck with this motley crew? We'll never get 007 at this rate."
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