Something's wrong.

We've never been apart before. I know he wouldn't just leave me like this... unless...

No. It's not possible.

He'd never go AWOL.

He just wouldn't...

Keep digging, Master W.

We've got to get two more loads of fill dirt off to the building site by noon!

Harumph!

I should be out there on the tacks right now. I can pull twice the number of cars as that weak little wooden engine!

People see me as this mindless member of the Imperial army.

But let me tell you, there's a real person behind the mask I wear. And this Storm Trooper loves little fluffy bunnies.

There. I said it.

I LOVE FLUFFY BUNNIES!

Phew. It sure felt good to get that off my chest.

When the recruiter said I'd be put on "patrol"...

... I thought he meant some sort of security detail. "Trash patrol" isn't exactly the career I envisioned for myself. I wonder how many other guys fell for that one.

Could someone please untangle my paw?

I'm kind of stuck here.

Yes, I do believe this was a perfect day.

Master W. and I danced to my songs.

We took a long nap together.

And he gave me a fresh pot of honey.

I'm so glad we're friends.

So, you've come to claim my treasure, eh?

Well then, matey... ye best beware of booby traps!