About taking the Minions on Holiday
This story started off as a joke. My daughter went on holiday to Teneriffe with her now-husband. She had mentioned taking the minions with her. I had assumed she meant one of her old toys—which I thought was odd considering her age.
A day or so into her holiday, I saw the minions in their usual place and asked my lady wife why Beth hadn’t taken them. She pointed out that Beth meant the DVD of the film “The Minions!” Silly me.
During that week, we went on a coach trip to Oxford. I took the little minion to take some fun photos for my daughter. Six years later, they have been comicfied—my new word—and now form this story.
Big Minion comforted his friend…
…explaining how far Tenerife was.
Little Minion went to find Tenerife…
…and tried to hitch a lift.
A Taxi driver saw Little Minion and…
…kindly drove him to the coach station.
Little Minion got on the first coach…
…and looked for a seat.
There was a big empty one…
…at the back. So Little Minion buckled up.
After getting off the coach…
…he found a tree and started searching.
A young girl helped him look…
…over a very high wall.
A tall man asked if he could help…
…carrying Little Minion to a quiet spot.
Where the tired Minion thought…
…and had a snooze on a shaded wall.
Back on his travels…
…Little Minion saw a group of ladies.
They wanted a photo, and he asked…
…Finally a clue, Little Minion thought.
Little Minion found the river…
…and climbed into a rowing boat.
But he couldn’t reach the oars…
…so he walked further down the river.
Where he noticed a motor boat…
…but he couldn’t see out of the cockpit.
Climbing onto the control panel…
…he realised he wouldn’t get very far.
So he got back onto a coach…
…and decided to go home to his friends.
The kind taxi driver met him and…
…drove him to his awaiting friends.
Who had a big surprise…
…Bethany was home! THE END!