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

Hey! Has anybody seen "B"?

Shoot.

Looks like I missed the bus again. I wonder where Master W. put the rest of the pieces to the bus this time...

Any idea when she's going to finish our dresses?

The royal ball is set to start in an hour and I can't let the prince see me in a half-finished gown!

So much for my perfect driving record.

It's not like the accident was my fault, you know. If Mrs. Peterson's dog hadn't run out into the street right after my last drop-off my bus would still be in one piece.

I just know my insurance is going to go up. This stinks.

Will I ever be whole again?

The kitten isn't lost, but did suffer from a little tear. Thank goodness Miss C.'s mama is handy with craft glue.

I hate waiting for the glue to dry, though. It's hard being apart from one of my pieces for this long. I feel so... incomplete.

Ow... ow... ow...

Master W. gave us a choice: be eaten or beaten. I chose the latter. I foolishly thought it would be preferable to being gnawed and slobbered on.

Yeah, that was a mistake.