All In One's Choice of Bait

"Where you two runnin' off to so early?" One of the brothers was stuffing his knapsack with goodies from the countertop; the other stood by impatiently with an array of ropes, tape, and brightly-coloured toys.

"We're goin' fishin'."

"Down by that new playground," his younger brother chimes in.

"Mmph," his mama grunted disapprovingly. "What'll ya do with 'em, if ya ketch any?"

"We got a buyer; some fella overseas. Gives us a lot more than that last guy."

"Well, jus' don't get yerselves busted," she mutters, turning away. "Anyhow...I suppose we gotta do SOMETHIN' with all that apple pie."