Moooooooooove.

We were here first. And you're in the way.

C'mon, Master W.!

Let's get hoppin'!

I don't mind the work.

Actually, I rather like it.

I just wish Master W. would let me wear my hat. It's really hot out today. What if I get a sunburn?

I hope Miss C. comes back for me soon.

We were having so much fun playing Peter Pan and Captain Hook when all of a sudden she put me here.

Was it something I said?

There isn't a scrap of trash in sight.

There's nothing for me to do. I hope Master W. starts yelling or banging on the table so we can leave soon. This place is boring.

Drop the cookie.

You know you want to.

Cookies aren't even recyclable! It doesn't belong on your truck; and here I am, happy to take it off your hands... er... wheels.

C'mon... just drop it already. I'm right here!

Pleeeeeease?

Ooooooooowwwwhhhhh...

If only that Tigger would stop bouncing! At least this time I wasn't in my garden. He completely ruined my carrot patch last week and I'm still finding carrots jumbled up amongst the other vegetables.

It's about time he gave me a break!

I've been mowing everything in sight ever since Miss C. took my parts out of the box and put me together... two days ago!

The only reason Master W. is giving me a break right now is because it's time for his nap. That kid is relentless!

Blackberries, M&M's, hot fudge and a marachino cherry!

Miss C. sure has odd taste in frozen yogurt toppings... but everything somehow worked together. I'm stuffed!

I thought for sure this would work!

Okay, so I admit that escaping through the kitchen drain wasn't the best idea I've ever had.

It could be worse, though.

We could have gotten stuck in the toilet.