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"?

Stop it!

You're squashing me!

What do you wanna do today?

I dunno.

What do you wanna do?

Get it out! Get it out! Get it OUT!

It feels like I'm being poked with a dull knife, over and over again.

Can't somebody please get it out?

When I grow up...

... I wanna be a really big train track for all the freight trains to roll on.

Don't mess with me, man.

I'm old. I'm cranky. And I'm not in the mood for playtime right now.

She finished me!

Miss C.'s mama finally finished me and I can't wait to go to school tomorrow!

Puuuuurrrrrfect.

I could sleep here all day long.

Hmmm... now that's a fine idea. Maybe I will!

Didn't see that one coming.

I was driving along, minding my own business, when all of a sudden... BAM!... this giant fish came out of nowhere and smashed up my truck.

Guess Nemo isn't going to find his dad after all.

Just a little further...

Almost there...

I'm down here!

No, no... not over there!

Down here, at the bottom of the striped chair!

What do you mean you can't see me? I'm the tiny hat sticker. Yeah, that's it! Here I am!