Did we get everything on the list?

Hmmmm... let's see...

Raisins? Check.
Peanut butter? Check.
Honey? Check.
Enchilada sauce? Check.
Olives? Check.
Bananas? Sorry, George. You know Miss C. isn't a big fan of bananas.

Maybe next time, buddy.

Look, over there!

Bananas!

Can we get some?

Pleeeeeease?

Someone must have spiked my coffee.

Either that, or I'm in the middle of a really strange dream.

I was flying my plane, minding my own business when... BAM!... I was knocked out cold. When I came to, I was lying here in this giant sink.

This is just waaaay to weird to be real.

Can somebody call for ambulance?

I think I may have broken a bone or two... or maybe 20... when she dropped me.

She said she had her pilot's license.

I think she was lying. We didn't even make it to cruising altitude before she crashed me. 

Next time, I'm demanding a certified copy of the license and at least two forms of identification.

Cut it out, Monkey!

If you don't stop wiggling, I'm going to fall right out of this chair!

This is more my speed.

After the beating I took a few minutes ago, I could use some meditative yard work.

Two against one...

... this hardly seems like a fair fight!

I sense something, a presence I've not felt since...

Oops. Never-mind.

It's just yogurt, not Yoda.

Ding... dong.

Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.

I sure hope she checked for freezer burn.

I've been in the play kitchen freezer ever since Miss C.'s mama was a little girl.

I thought meat was only good for a few months in the freezer... not 28 years. I guess we'll find out soon enough.

*Shudder*

Thank you for shopping at Master W.'s!

Please return your carts here.

Almost there.

It won't be long before Master W. and I are walking.

And then... look out world!

I think I'll have the bean burrito.

What are you going to order?

It's cold and rainy outside...

... but it's nice and toasty here in Miss C.'s jacket.

Isn't she thoughtful?

Didn't see that one coming.

Guess I should have looked both ways before crossing the street.

I miss the old days.

Miss C. and I used to cruise the store in the top of the cart. We'd check out the fruit, help her mama put stuff in the cart and snack on a cookie from the bakery. Now I'm stuck down here at the bottom of the basket.

*Snif*

The National Enquirer is going to love this.

I can see the headline now: "School bus crushed by giant vacuum cleaner!"

Sure they'll interview me for the article, but who's going to believe a lowly bus driver? And yeah, there's a photo to back me up but these days everyone's a skeptic. They'll probably think it's a fake, like those UFO photos you see in the grocery store tabloids.

Not that I would know anything about that. I don't read the tabloids.

Really, I don't.