Sam: Slow down, Lucky! It's not a race.
Grandpa Bill: Lucky runs fast!
Sam: I do too!
Grandpa Bill: Yes. But I could beat you in a race.
Sam: No, you couldn't!
Grandpa Bill: You're right, Sam.
Grandpa Bill: I'm not very fast anymore.
Mr. Doyle: Hi, Bill! Hi, Sam!
Sam: Hi, Mr. Doyle.
Grandpa Bill: Feeling better?
Mr. Doyle: Yes. Thank you for the soup.
Mr. Doyle: I think it cured my cold.
Grandpa Bill: Good. You're welcome.
Grandpa Bill: Whee!
Sam: You're going high, Grandpa!
Grandpa Bill: I know. Not bad for an old man like me!
Mom: Grandpa is fun, isn't he?
Sam: He is nice too.
Sam: He walks Lucky all the time.
Sam: And he made soup for Mr. Doyle.
Sam: Mom? Isn't Grandpa's birthday coming soon?
Mom: Yes. It's on Saturday.
Mom: He's going to be seventy years old.
Sam: Seventy? Wow! Hey, Mom!
Sam: I have a great idea!