So, this one time, these three camelids were hanging out on the street corner, when they noticed someone shoot a road flair in the sky. They knew that should mean something to them, but they were up late smoking frankincense the night before and couldn't remember exactly.
But, this camelid dude named Harold knew. It was a challenge to take over his street corner. He was tired of being in charge anyway, so he sent the three home boys out to initiate the new leader...
(ring ring, ring ring)
I’m sorry, I need to interrupt this story, I'm getting a phone call.
“Hi Mom. Huh? What? What do you mean they RODE camels? Ohhh…”