|Are we there yet? -Obviously not. But where are we now? -I'll check this.|
|This is the kitchen. Table!|
|Let's have a short rest. -We need something to munch! -I... can't... carry... on... much...|
|... longer. -Poor Sylvester. Look at the others, there are still upright! -They don't have to carry YOU, my friend. -Oh! Over there. I see a parcel. Let's get an eyeful of this. - I need a mouthful!|
|Classic heavenly send opportunity! -What's this... 'WalnutWhip'? -Never heard. Smells like something to eat. -I'm huuungry!!|
|I'm from the UK, you know - and I promise: this IS something to cure your desperation.|
|Looks good to me. -But...mmh... should we do this? -We're hungry, this is a kitchen. Kitchen are serving food. Usually. -Consequential. -Of course it is!|
|Join hands. -Bear- Bear- WalnutWhip! -Enjoy your meal! -Appetite comes with chairs!|
|*Munch* -*Smack* -Not so bad, this Whipthingy! -Yum! But... feels like there's something behind my back...|
|But there's nothing ... -You were right , Cumbie, my desperation is blown away. -That was delicious, brothers. Now let's shoulder our chairs again. -A Room For Ones Own! -A Room For Ones Own! -WAIT...|
This is only to explain to Mr. Digne
where the second WalnutWhip
(his one) is gone ...
With special thanks to Mrs.D.Mum. She giveth and the bears taketh away.