Clayton Cleared for Takeoff. It Could Happen.

Young Cletus was on the ground, pestering his father Clayton. He has been grounded (not able to fly) since birth. 

"WHY AM I HOUNDING?
I'M SICK OF THIS GROUNDING!"

He pleaded and begged and cajoled his father.

"Hey Dad! Hey Dad!
Can you take me up high?
Hey Dad! Hey Dad!
When's my time to fly?"

"Hop on, my young Cletus,
and I'll show you my wings.
Hold on my young Cletus,
we'll take an up-swing."

Young Cletus was spellbound,
perched tight on Dad's wingspread.
He surveyed the countryside...
then starting shaking his head.

Dad Carl got a little flustered,
as he soared high in the sky.
"Just sit back and relax Son...
AND KEEP YOUR BEAK OUTTA MY EYE!"

It could happen...but it didn't. I couldn't resist photo-shopping Cletus on the back of Clayton.