P-S! Hey there, Smarty Pants. Those ocean sounds you're hearing can only mean one thing. I'm on vacation.

Not a full vacation, mind you. I'm still busy, narrating away. But today I'm coming to you from the white sandy beaches of...

Hmm. Actually, care to take a guess where I am, smarty pants? Here's some hints.

One, I'm in one of the 50 states of the United States of America. Two, this state is known as

the Sunshine State. And three, this state extends further south than any other part of the country.

So, any guesses?

Did you say Florida?

Great job, Smarty Pants.

I'm on the beach in Miami, Florida, soaking up the sun with plenty of sunscreen, of course,

and trying to get my tuna fish sandwich back from a seagull.

Here, gully-gully.

Please, please, I promise to share.

Oh, well, I guess the one advantage of not eating lunch is I don't have to wait 30 minutes to go swimming.

I'll just grab my inflatable raft and head into the ocean.

Now, where did I put my inflatable raft?

Wait, a seagull couldn't have stolen my raft.

Floaty?

Floody, where are you?

I'm right here, trusty now, reader.

Did you hear that, smarty pants?

It seems to be coming from under my giant cooler.

Ah, there you are, Floody, the inflatable raft.

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