by the time their trash was stashed in the big drum with keep your beach clean stencilled on the side , paulie 's beach-toys picked up ( that 's my name paulie i 'm paulie and tonight ma 'll put johnson 's baby oil on my sunburn he thought inside the thunderhead where he now lived ) and the blanket folded again , the piling had almost wholly reappeared , its blackish , slime-smoothed sides surrounded by sudsy scuds of foam .