Navigation Problems Allayed

"Four point seven, numbskull!" Moe says as he sticks the business end of his keyboard cleaning device in Curly's ear and depresses the button.
"But Moe," Curly says as a puff of dust blooms out the opposite ear. "I downloaded the Navigator last week."
"You downloaded the most recent version of the software porcupine." Moe admonishes with a fist to Curly's bristled dome creating a effervescent popping sound. "And for over a month you have been working in four point seven at school."
"Hey, leave him alone!" Interjects Larry. "He didn't know."
"Pick two." Moe replies holding up his hand fingers spread. Larry smiles and points at the index finger and the pinky.
"One . . . Two." Immediately Moe plunges the chosen fingers into Larry's eyes creating the twanging sound of a plucked violin string.
"Get Out." Moe growls.
"Hey Moe!" Curly erupts, pointing at the computer screen they have gathered around.
"Whadda you want?" Moe says turning and slapping Curly on the forehead with a resounding smack. Curly clutches his head and cries.
"Oh-wo-hho-wo-ho-ho-hoholoook!" He points at the screen.
Moe and Larry look. They smile excitedly. "Why that's the web-page we created at school" Larry says.
"And look," enthuses Moe, "those tools at the top are the ones we learned how to use. Now this thing makes some kind of sense we can do alot of work here at home. Curly you're a genius!" Both Moe and Larry kiss Curly on the head. He smiles turning on his toes and clasping his hands to one hip.
"And they say home is where the heart is . . .it's where the 'start' is. Nnyuk-nyuk-nyuk!"
"Get out!" Says Moe to the sound of a bass drum being struck when his fist bounces off Curly's belly. . . . (Repeat as necessary)