Did we get everything on the list?

Hmmmm... let's see...

Raisins? Check.
Peanut butter? Check.
Honey? Check.
Enchilada sauce? Check.
Olives? Check.
Bananas? Sorry, George. You know Miss C. isn't a big fan of bananas.

Maybe next time, buddy.

Look, over there!

Bananas!

Can we get some?

Pleeeeeease?

Someone must have spiked my coffee.

Either that, or I'm in the middle of a really strange dream.

I was flying my plane, minding my own business when... BAM!... I was knocked out cold. When I came to, I was lying here in this giant sink.

This is just waaaay to weird to be real.

Can somebody call for ambulance?

I think I may have broken a bone or two... or maybe 20... when she dropped me.

She said she had her pilot's license.

I think she was lying. We didn't even make it to cruising altitude before she crashed me. 

Next time, I'm demanding a certified copy of the license and at least two forms of identification.

Cut it out, Monkey!

If you don't stop wiggling, I'm going to fall right out of this chair!

This is more my speed.

After the beating I took a few minutes ago, I could use some meditative yard work.

Two against one...

... this hardly seems like a fair fight!

I sense something, a presence I've not felt since...

Oops. Never-mind.

It's just yogurt, not Yoda.

Ding... dong.

Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.
Ding... dong.