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!

Okay, Big Pooh.

I'm all buckled up.

Let's roll!

So...

Which one of these levers makes this thing go forward?

Maybe lying on my resume wasn't such a great idea after all...

Quit whining back there!

It may not be as glorious as a raiding a rebel base, but when Master W. issues orders we obey. Without complaint.

Understood?

All right, Big Shark.

You crossed through the Valley of Fire.

You braved the Tunnel of Doom.

And you managed to survive bath time with Master W.

You can be in our club.

Thanks, Pooh.

Sometimes I just need a hug.

What?

You don't think a girl should wear lipstick if she drives a garbage truck for a living?

Take a hike. I love my job, and I look good doing it!