"Course not. We have a tradition going." Jim smiled devilishly. "And we can't break those now can we?"

"So shall we go shrink ray or rocket powered wegie?" Tim asks, for a couple eight year olds they could come up with some pretty cruel ideas

(They're eight? I thought they had aged to be like high school freshmen. Or were they just so smart that they could start high school early?)

"Hmm.. Shrink ray." Jim smirked. "I have a few ideas that could be put to good use."

(They are about eight or nine in the first season then in the forth season due to their IQ they skip to 9th grade)

"Thought you might say that." Tim laughs throwing Jim one of the shrink rays

(Ah I see.)

"Indeed." He smirked. "But I don't think we'll be needing these right away."

"True but better to have them on us." Tim replies stashing his in his diaper

Jim nodded as he did the same. "Right then, lets get on with it." They both waddled on down to meet Ron.

"Hey Ron." Tim says making it down the staris, his diaper crinkling with each step

"Hey there!" Ron said nervously as he stepped back a little in preparation. "How're you two doin today?"

"Good," Tim smirks, "did mom leave you the list?"

(Just a set of instructions, maybe even a shopping list along with it.)