She's crazy about me.

What can I say? I'm simply irresistible.

I may be an ordinary train to the rest of the world, but to her I'm a rock star.

Dude!

Did you listen to anything I told you yesterday?

Hands and hot grills don't mix. Got it?

Wait! Wait!

Didn't Miss C. teach you anything about kitchen safety?

Never, ever turn on a burner without a saucepan or frying pan in place first!

Ummmmm....

Could somebody turn me over? I'm kinda stuck.

Ummmmm...

This is the strangest beans and rice dinner I've ever seen. Are you sure Miss C. knows what she's doing in the kitchen?

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.

The double face plant is always preferable to the single.

Why?

Misery loves company, I guess.

It's dark under here...

...and the dust bunnies look decidedly unfriendly. I sure hope Miss C. comes back soon.

Don't you know who I am?

I'm not just some nameless, faceless toy. Okay, so I may be faceless... but it wasn't always this way! I was once a beautiful princess, one of Miss C.'s favorite "babies".

Now the only person who wants to play with me is Master W. And I think the term "play" is stretching things a bit. These days I'm just a chew toy in a fancy ball gown.

Oh, well. At least somebody still wants to play with me.

This hotel has got everything!

Snacks, table and chairs, a comfy couch and even a fully-stocked library. Miss C. really pulled out all the stops when designing this place.