Doña Florinda walked by. “How is our brilliant film?”
Doña Florinda, peeking out her door, nodded proudly. “That’s right. My son is now a producer. Don’t touch anything, you filthy boy.”
Quico, wearing a bath towel as a cape and a colander as a helmet, stood in front of the rusty gate. “Action!” he yelled at himself.
Doña Florinda walked by. “How is our brilliant film?”
Doña Florinda, peeking out her door, nodded proudly. “That’s right. My son is now a producer. Don’t touch anything, you filthy boy.”
Quico, wearing a bath towel as a cape and a colander as a helmet, stood in front of the rusty gate. “Action!” he yelled at himself.
