seeing this as an opportunity to keep his date, Bob walked up to the moles and asked " Can any of you play mini golf well?". An old grouchy mole came up and said in an agitated voice " Minature golf, MINATURE! and yes, i happen to be a very good minature golfer!" the mole held his head kinda high in pride. " why do you want to know?" Bob said " Well, i need to get some sort of sign to pop up on the giant icecream cone, and i need someone to hit a hole in one." The gopher raised an eyebrow. " why should i help you.? what would i get out of it?" At this Bob started to think, and remember that all moles are blind responded. " In my ever eternal gradatude, i wil perform your plastic surgery for free. " Lying even more, " i happen to be a plastic surgeon!"
Bob mentally prided himself on his cleverness.