For as long as they knew each other, Gideon and Otis were competitive. They started off small, such as who could drink the most lemonade in one sitting. And with each dare, the challenges got greater, as did the size of the bet; which concluded with the two men betting that he could swim across a lake faster. The bet: the other man's house. Their wives (Gwyn and Laverne respectively) tried to talk them out of it. But unable to do so, they demanded to select the body of water. They chose a secluded pond not on the map.

"Hope your mortgage is paid up, 'cause I'm taking possession of your house tonight," Gideon grinned at his rival. "I can say the same of you," said Otis, as Gwyn sounded the start signal and the two men jumped in. Each swam swifter than he ever did before; so swift that both felt the loss of their swim trunks. But the race ended in a tie. Rising from the water, Gideon prepared a nasty retort, but stopped short on seeing Otis. "You look like a 5-year-old boy," Gideon gulped. "And you look like a 4-year-old. But why?" Otis added.

The wives solved this mystery by picking up a facedown sign that identified the pond as the fabled Fountain of Youth. "You two selected this pond. Why?" Gideon demanded. "We were tied of your constant competitiveness and expensive bets. We're sick of not knowing if our savings or car will be gone unexpectedly from some silly dare. And neither of us wanted to lose our home. We had to stop this madness. So we figured that if you were going to keep issuing dares at each other like a couple of little boys, you might as well look the part," Gwyn sternly noted. "Well, I never..." Otis added. "You got that right, starting today," Laverne noted as she tugged upward on her bikini bottom.

Gwyn then opened a knapsack she brought along; producing two changes of little boy's clothing, and handed a set to each newly minted boy. "You don't expect us to..." Gideon began. "The first one who gets dressed gets a double helping of ice cream," Laverne interrupted. "I can dress faster. I bet winner-takes-all on the ice cream," Otis screamed. "You're on!" Gideon yelled back as he wiggled into his G.I. Joe-print underpants.


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