Impromptu caption contest. This is one of my favorite photos from childhood, and I recently rediscovered it on a trip home. Yes, those are ’80s-style Walkie Talkies.
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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Enter in the comment section of THIS POST (please don’t e-mail me your vote!). The thread will be open until 6pm on Wednesday, and I’ll announce a winner on Thursday.
Good luck!
"Saw these children on my morning run and they posed for me. Such nice boys. Though they kept asking the oddest questions about plutonium."
-Astrid
Bowl haircut support group.
The Ninja Turtles show off their new kick-ass disguises.
Michael Corleone assumes leadership of the family while Tom, his brown-shoed adopted brother, waits for his instruction.
Free to a Good Home. Housebroken.
"Today I settle all family business."
(guess which movie???)
Little Boy Blue and the Bransbots!
‘Why do we always have to be Ewoks in this game?’ wondered Nathan.
The four iterations of Dr. Who try desperately to contact the Tardis before it pops out an even smaller younger version of the time lord.
Three Kids.
– Police Serious Crimes unit. Until dinnertime.
– Urban camo and comms: check. But had Jonesy forgotten the Atomic Fireballs?
– Defending the town against the Russian invasion was well and good, but Jonesy wondered whether he should have finished his homework for Mrs. Smith first…
In preparation for his career at CNET and well known publishing-industry blog, Nathan experiments with early forms of social networking, with a dreamy eye towards cosmic space kapows.
"Lift-off in 5…4…3…2…1…"
(Way more than I have time to read right now, hope I'm not repeating anybody. 🙂 But the ones I did read were hilarious. Favorites: David Kazzie and Susan Kaye Quinn.)
Nathan and I have joined forces against Turtleneck and Rainbow. We are ready to press the ejector buttons. On your count…
Time to give it up, boys. He's not going to fall for the banana in the tailpipe.
Look at him standing there with his perfect little track suit, and his perfect little hair, with his perfect little "Best Bionic In Show" trophy in his hand. Those guys think they can just create a new little brother? Well I don't THINK so! Hold on to your restraining bolt, Robot-boy! Because you're going DOWN!
Great work and all, but maybe we should have built girl robots instead.
“Hey, at least none of us are Charlie Sheen.”
Where did that noise come from? Ah technology at it's best!
"Quick, hide the shrubbery/chain link/wooden fence!"
Zuckerberg! Bransford here. I got it! Walkie Talkies for everybody!
Choice walkie-talkies, bright white sneakers, that new blue track suit from Sears. They had everything and it was eating him up inside. Someday, someday it would all be his.
Two of them wanted to be in a Jitterbug phone commercial. One wanted to be Les Miles. The other Godzilla. However, they ended up becoming the teletubbies.
Apart from hair and clothes colors, you haven't changed a bit, Nathan. And iwhat you're holding is obviously one of those time travelling Pez dispensing universal Wii remote Matchbox car transporters, from the time before toys got more specialized.
Rebecca, the Constitution says Nathan can't be President until 2,016. The article mentions him by name.
"Your remote-controlled Nathan is rad! Make him moonwalk again."
I got your back, bro… and bro… and bro…
"Doc, it's a no-go for the Delorean. Mom is outside, repeat Mom is outside."
"hang on Scotty,we'er all here.as soon as I down load this trans porter app on my new iphone 10, we'll beam up to get you.
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Boy in brown sneakers: "Nobody told me to bring a walkie-talkie or come in white socks. Now I look like an idiot. Of course, Nathan's truck is not actually a walkie-talkie, but he's the baby so everyone will think it's cute that he uses a truck as a walkie-talkie. It's not fair because Mom would never let us out of the house without our shoes on, but they're probably not even going to get in trouble…And one day Nathan is going to post this pic on his stupid blog and then I'll never get a date…
The humans are coming. Act normal. No, I said NORMAL!
Sheila Miller
YOU'RE the track suit? Hilarious! What are you holding? It looks like a star wars toy.
Despite his achievement in planting intergalactic data collectors (better known as "Walkie-Talkies"), the alien made one critical error in his attempt to infiltrate the peaceful California family: he neglected to wear stripes.
The Rat Pack. That's Amore.
The other boys were bigger and stronger, sure. But Carter had five inches of hard plastic inhaler in his right hand and those walkie talkies were about to be his.
How come when we say, "Beam me up!" nothing happens?
Don't be afraid, together we can save the world. With our trusty rainbow robots, no one can stop us!
Hand over the candy or we're blowin up your car!
Hand over the candy or we're blowin up your car!
“These new walkie-talkies are sooo cool. Okay lets play star wars! Red dog to red dog leader, I am flying in close to destroy the death star.” Squawk “Give your location.”
“I’m standing right next to you!”