Look-ee-loo

[Context: There is a flood. Cal (the narrator), has just seen many objects floating past her second-story window.]

"Not much we can do, I guess," [Abe] says, running a hand across his bare head. "The wall seems to be keeping the water out of here. At least for now." Someone shouts into a bullhorn, but it's too far away to hear the words. "Want to go look-ee-loo with me?"

"Want to what?" I ask, staring at him.

"You know, what to go up the street and stand around and say things like 'So, what's the situation?' and 'What are y'all doin'?'"

"Well, yeah," I say. "I'm sure they love that."