"Sure it is," Pee-wee yelled; "how can anybody laugh at anybody when everybody is laughing at everybody else?"
"It can't be did," Connie said. "We're all stung, Roy too."
"You can't laugh at anybody," Pee-wee piped up, all the while hoisting those big placards up over his head, "unless the person you laugh at has got something about him that you can laugh at that nobody else has about him that anybody else can laugh at——"
"You're talking in chunks," Westy said.
"If everybody gets a prize then it isn't a prize, is it?" Pee-wee screamed.
"Sure, you can do that by long division," I told him. "Come on and let's start the parade."