THE CHAIRS!!!
(Need a clue? Click on the chairs!)

You rush off the porch, feeling good enough to hug one of the Airheads. (Well, maybe not.) It's them, it really YOUR chairs. Now you can go back next-door, load them into the car...oh wait, did the flat tire get fixed yet?

Well, maybe it did. At least you're FINISHED packing now and once you call Dude for directions, you'll be on your way to the biggest beach blow-out of all time.

"Hey, wait a minute. We're still using those chairs," Airhead Three says.

"Yeah" says Airhead One. "Besides, I thought you wanted to borrow the ones on the porch."

No, no, you say as you start moving the Airheads' towels and stuff off the chairs, I need THESE chairs. Sorry.

"Why?" asks Airhead Two. "What's the big deal anyway?"

Well, you see, there's this party and...

"Party?" says Airhead One.

"Party?" says Airhead Two.

"Party?" says Airhead Three.

The Airheads look at each other, then shout...PARTY!

Uh oh!