Chad was drip drying in the gentle breeze with the other rags. Rico had left with Chad's dog Max, and would be gone for at least an hour. A Frisbee flew over the fence, it flew straight into Chad. The Speedo ended up tangled in the grass with the flying disc.
A minute later, Dirk vaulted over the fence.
"Dang, I just can't seem to get the Frisbee to fly through the hoop. The Ultimate Frisbee Golf tournament is next week. Maybe Chad can give me some pointers?" Dirk muttered to himself, then he shouted, "Yo, Chad? You around?" He sighed, "Guess not." He walked over where his flying disk lay wrapped in shiny blue fabric.
He picked them both up the Frisbee and the blue Spandex thing wrapping it. He separated the two. Dirk shook the blue fabric out to see what it was. A breeze caught it. The Speedo billowed to life with the image of Chad's face embossed on the pouch.
"Chad must've worn this Speedo on his head for hours to leave that imprint on his Speedo!" Dirk blurted out, "Can't wait to put it on." Then he glanced furtively around the backyard before wadding Chad up and shoving it into the shorts he was wearing. Then as quietly as he could, he climbed back over the fence into his own yard.