Pocket: Where are we going today?
Denim: Master & Mistress mentioned something about trying Waimea Canyon again.
Pocket: What? After last time?
Denim: I know, sir. But the weather's supposed to be better today.
Pocket: It is as I feared. Look at those dark clouds! And after all the time it took us to get up here!
Pocket: Say, a break in the clouds. Maybe today won't be as bad as I feared.
Denim: Ooh, look sir! A waterfall!
Down in the valley,
The Waimea Valley so vibrant and green,
I lost my dear sweetheart,
Her Dalekanium housing had such a lovely sheen.
Pocket: Poetry alert! Poetry alert!! POETRY ALERT!!!
Oh, let him have his moment.
Denim: So sir, were Master & Mistress right to attempt a second assault on Waimea Canyon?
Pocket: According to my analysis of the situation, the odds favored a day at the beach. Still, you can't argue with a triumph.
Pocket & Denim Dalek