Max meets his folks

A wee story which has not yet been told on the blog was how Max got on with his trip home to meet his folks in April. When he heard Marguerite saying she was heading home for a few days he hid in her suitcase as you can see here. Sure next thing ya know he jumps out of the suitcase in Belfast!!!!!!

He did not find his presence as being immediately welcome. Here Ruby (who was actually born in build-a-bear in Boston) takes the huff as Max trys to re-introduce himself.

'Here Michael, that's some TV ya have there mate, it's better than the wee pokey thing we have in Boston anyway hey. Sure I've been wanting one of these TVs for ages but sure Jude's that tight there's no hope mate, wha? Actually this is kinda like the big screen I saw that time Marguerite took me to the cinema at Fenway to see.....eh....to see....eh.......thon Toy Story or something stupid like that, I much prefer the football too Michael, I'm not much into dopey films like Toy Story, bloody daft altogether mate'.

Soon enough it had to happen, Boston Max had to meet Belfast Max. Belfast Max tried every trick in the book to annoy Boston Max but as you can see here Boston Max just ignored Belfast Max.

The faces tell it all -the craic's ninety - sure the atmosphere is so bad it could be cut with a knife. 'Hey Marguerite that wee lad from Boston think's he is somethin, coming in here thinking he owns the place, this is Brooke Drive not Park Drive, someone's gonna have to tell him I'm the boss around here', says an annoyed Belfast Max. Meanwhile Boston Max, clad in his best Red Sox gear and showing off his wee Shamrock, continued to ignore poor Belfast Max.

'Oh holy God, he's trying to eat my hat, he's a menace, keep him away from me please, get him off!!!!

Marguerite had to tell Boston Max that poor wee Belfast Max was only trying to be nice. 'He's your cousin.....eh.......he's your uncle......shit, you know I'm not too sure what he is to you Max, but he just wants to be your mate. Then after a short stand-off.........

......everyone became best buddies.

'Ok, now I've got me feet under the table and I'm everyone's mate, let's get this party started, where's the kitchen, get some grub on like, I'm starving muckers, get some spuds and sausages on, havn't had a good feed o' spuds n' sausages in yonks.'

As he tucked an Easter egg under his arm Max said, 'Take me back to Boston, I've had enough of these melters'.