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.