Hand me the map, Mabel.

This doesn't look like Topeka. I think we may have made a wrong turn somewhere.

*Sniiiiiiifffff*

Aaahhhh... the sweet smell of the great outdoors.

They call me Daddy Leopard.

I'm the baddest cat at preschool
The kids can't get enough
I get to go home with one each week
Such adoration can be tough!

How's that for poetic? Yeah, I'm good.

Go ahead. Call me an alarmist.

It all starts with a handful of leaves. Then two. Then three. Pretty soon I'll be all clogged up and do know what will happen?

Flooding!

Disaster!

Panic!

You don't believe me? Fine. We'll just wait until the first big rain. Then we'll see who's panicking.

I sure do love candy canes.

I wonder if Miss C. and Master W. will love the one I drew for them after I got back from my trip to the North Pole last night.

Ummm... Miss C.?

My paper bag doesn't seem to have a seat belt. Do you think I'll be safe sitting here while we drive?

Maybe I should sit with you instead...

Whoa there, Rhino!

Watch where you point that thing!

Hey!

What are you looking at?

At last we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi.

At last we will have revenge.

We are family!

I've got all my puppets with me...

Ha ha!

Looks like I'm juuuust out of reach, Master W.

Ooof!

Get moving down there! You're blocking the slide!

Stand aside, people.

Help has arrived.

Hey, cut it out!

Dude, you just pushed me off the track!

I can't believe I'm holding hands with a Klingon.

Can we let go now, Miss C.?

This isn't doing anything to help ease the obvious tension here.

What kind of twisted zoo is this?

Get me out of here! Somebody help me, please!

Hahahahahaha!

Oh, please stop! That tickles!

When I grow up...

I'm going to be just like him.

And I'm going to be the best.

I'm going to be a Volkswagen.

Sure, I'd rather be doing inside work.

This street sweeping gig isn't how I envisioned my career.

It pays the bills, though, so who am I to complain?

Ah, another fine meal!

Miss C. is a very accomplished chef, you know. All us town mice really do enjoy having her cater our mouse dinner parties.

Left is ice. Right is water.

Or is it the other way around?

Shoot. I just know I'm going to pick the wrong one.

I've got a busy day ahead of me.

Let's see... first on my to-do list?

Ah, yes. Naptime.

Zzzzzzzzz...

All aboard!

Tickets please!

There's a secret code hidden in these markings.

I just know there is!

C'mon guys, help me out here. I know I'm not crazy... this means something!

Guys?

I can't stand it anymore.

Bath time has become so depressing. All I ever do is sink. I just don't know if I can go on like this.

Surrender, Master W.!

You're surrounded and outnumbered!

Mmmmm... I love donuts...

You don't think Miss C. will notice that I took a bite, do you?

You've heard of writer's block?

Well, 'round here they call me "reader's block".

Miss C.'s going through a powerful spell of reader's block right now. Bwahahahaha!

It won't last much longer, though, I'm afraid. Her mama's taking her to the library this week. Boo!

No, I have no idea why I'm here.

I'm certainly no artist. I'm a duck, for Pete's sake.

It's going to be a rough month.

I've only been here a few hours and he's already thrown me once and dropped me twice.

It'll be a miracle if I survive long enough to greet trick-or-treaters on Halloween night.

What are we going to do today, Miss C.?

Gardening?

Awesome! You wouldn't happen to have a pair of gloves in my size, would you?

Gimme another push, Miss C.!

Let's see how fast we can get this swing going!

Don't talk to him. Don't even look at him.

He's not one of us.

Take it back! Take it back!

So I'm not a T-Rex... that doesn't make me a "slowpoke". I could out-run you any day!

This book would be far more enjoyable...

... if I knew how to read.

Ooooowwwww!

Stop it! That hurts!

Mattresses are for sleeping, not for kicking!

Of course I'm not too big for a ride!

Way to give a duck a complex.

Sheesh.

We're freeeeee!

Come on, everybody! Let's go!

Are you ready, Master W.?

Let's roll.

What a beautiful day.

It's been so long since Miss C. last brought me outside with her. I've missed the flowers and the birds and the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze.

I don't want to forget a single moment from our morning together. She's growing up so fast and I miss her when she's in school or off playing with her puppets. She just doesn't seem to need me in the same way anymore.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're friends, okay?

But just because I'm your friend, doesn't mean you can hug me anytime you want. I've got a reputation to uphold around here.

Chugga chugga, chugga chugga...

Choo choo!

"I dare you!", she said.

It seemed like such a good idea at the time. And I just can't back down from a dare...

Now what'll I do?

Hehehe...

They'll never find me here!

Psst...

It's been a while since you've come to my house for a visit. When are you going to bring Miss C. and Master W. over for a play date?

Get behind me, Miss C.!

The paparazzi has found you!

Kids these days.

They think that just because they use sidewalk chalk that it's not graffiti.

Well it is! Look at me. I've been defaced!

Damn kids...

Miss C. only selects the finest tools for her "digs".

True, she is only an amateur archeologist. But she does have good taste in tools. After all, she did select me from the pile of more pedestrian plastic shovels and scoops.

Does anybody have a band-aid?

I think I might have broken something the last time Master W. threw me across the patio.

Something's wrong... I can feel it.

Hey! Has anybody seen "B"?