There was once a family of buses, with three little children buses.

One day, papa bus came home from work and angrily confronted mama bus. It led to a huge fight and papa bus storming off, black exhaust darkening the horizon. Perplexed by the situation, the three little buses tried to comfort an inconsolable mama bus. The first little kid bus asked mama bus, was it something i did to make papa bus angry ? But she shook her front, still sobbing her wiper fluids out. The second little kid bus asked mama bus, was it something i did to make papa bus angry ? Again, she shook her cab, still sobbing her wiper fluids out. With tears in his wee little headlights, the third and tiniest little bus asked mama bus, is it me mama bus ? She looked at him and said mournfully, Yes you are a bus third (bastard)