Thanks for buckling me in, Miss C.

See you after school!

Shoot.

I never should have tried that U-turn. Now I'm stuck.

Ohhh... my head is throbbing...

Where am I?

Why am I laying here?

And who are those people sorting through those boxes of... of... BODY PARTS?!

Heeeeelllllp!

I can't believe this is our last visit.

We only have one more day with Miss C. before we have to go back to school. Going home with the other kids just isn't the same.

And the worst part is that in a few more weeks school will be over with and we'll never see Miss C. again!

What are we going to do without her? Will she miss us as much as we'll miss her?

Stop messing with the controls down there!

You made me drop the bulb for the street light again.

It had better not be broken. If it is, it's coming out of your pay, not mine!

Something's wrong.

We've never been apart before. I know he wouldn't just leave me like this... unless...

No. It's not possible.

He'd never go AWOL.

He just wouldn't...

Keep digging, Master W.

We've got to get two more loads of fill dirt off to the building site by noon!

Harumph!

I should be out there on the tacks right now. I can pull twice the number of cars as that weak little wooden engine!

People see me as this mindless member of the Imperial army.

But let me tell you, there's a real person behind the mask I wear. And this Storm Trooper loves little fluffy bunnies.

There. I said it.

I LOVE FLUFFY BUNNIES!

Phew. It sure felt good to get that off my chest.

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.