No

"No. I'm already in one," Timmy said proudly.

Lila cocked her eyebrow and undid the buttons on his plastic pants. It revealed his own Fishy-Britches®, confirming his claim.

"Alright. Everyone grab your stuff. We're taking the car."

Jim and Timmy exchanged a glance before they bolted for the garage. In the garage was his dad's car. One of those retro-designed cars in that terra-cotta green that was so popular back in the sixties. The boys waddled around the car, careful not to bump into the table with all of the tools and opened a closet door and pulling out a pair of massive water-noodles.

Both ran back into the house and found their goggles (Timmy having left his last time he slept over) as his mom had just retrieved a pair of towels, a bottle of sunscreen, a bag of changing supplies dangling from her arm in-case Jim and Timmy needed it and her sunglasses smoothing down her hairline.

Both climbed into the back of his mom's car - a bright red modern model - as Lila adjusted her front mirror.

"You guys ready."

Both boys 'wooed' excitedly.