Boo!

Scared you, didn't I?

You okay?

That was a close one.

I'm not so sure Miss C. should be allowed back on the road. She nearly totaled the stroller, and we could have been seriously hurt!

So, uh, who's gonna give her the bad news?

Avalanche!

Run! Run for your life!

Stop! Stop!

Didn't your mama tell you not to bite? It hurts!

When I'm through with you...

I'm gonna have your sweet tooth begging for mercy!

Miss C. doesn't mess around when it comes to dessert. Check out my bottom layer: I've got an entire stack of pancakes with maple syrup. Next, comes the ooey gooey berry pie she baked up this morning. And, of course, no oversized dessert would be complete without an assortment of cookies on top.

Are you in?

Oh, look!

That cloud looks just like a honey bee!

Excuse me...

... but... um... I belong in the grown-up kitchen.

Oh, I know! We could make some brownies. Or cookie bars! I know much you love cookies, Miss C. Just take me back to the real kitchen.

Pleeeeaaase!

"M" is for mayhem.

Master W. and I make quite a team.

We're the masters of mayhem. He's the brains and I'm the brawn, and we leave a path of destruction in our wake.

Look out world.

Is it Halloween yet?

Is it Halloween yet?

Is it Halloween yet?

Not yet?

How about now?

No?

How much longer?

Peekaboo!

I see you!