The beach is popular and someone they know is there.

The drive there was short, and the moment Lila turned the car off, the boys both exited the car and immediately made a break for it, tearing off their shirts as they awkwardly waddled as fast as they could towards the water.

"Hold on boys. You'll need sunscreen first."

"But mom--"

"No buts. I will not be having two sun-burnt babies crying in my house later. You'll thank me for this."

Jim and Timmy went back to his mother, who them squeezed a healthy amount of sunscreen in their hands. The boys applied the sunscreen all over their bodies, helping each other out when they needed to get their backs and sitting down to get better access to their legs (due to the stiffness their swim-diapers and swim-suits) before getting back up and heading for the water.

Jim and Timmy weren't the only ones who thought of coming to the town's best watering hole. About half of the people running around were diapered, either spending their vacation in-town or people who lived there.

The beaches were not sandy, but muddy, the bank lined with trees and tree roots and large rocks. The water was transluscent, the boys able to see tiny fish swimming around the shallow water before the water became green and murky.

As Jim and Timmy looked for the right place to dip their toes into the water, they heard a familiar voice call them.