Words of the Constant
Webber
All our arms can't quite reach from up here.
Woah! Hot fashions!
Not right now, we're comfy.
I don't want to. Mom always said the kitchen was dangerous!
Let's scurry closer!
But what should we draw?!
We can try again when it's finished.
Um. We should probably keep it.
Aww... It's sleepy-snoozy right now!
We didn't climb into the saddle in time!
It's too angry!
No need. It already floats our boat.
That's off-limits.
It's too angry!
It's hairy like us, but I don't think it likes shaving.
It's not shaving time!
Clean as a whistle.
We'll have to save up a bit more for that.
Oops. They're not selling that.
All full!
That's against the rules.
We don't get it...
I'm pretty sure one of us knows that one.
Aww. It won't open.
How are we going to open this?
But what should we wrap up?
We can't write on that now.
Mom told me never to do that.
I think we're safe now.
Bats! I hope they won't hurt us.
Wow! We don't even know where this is!
So dark!
We're so capable!
We're a super hero!
Play time is over.
Flying ouchies!
Our boat's hurt!
Down, down, down we go!
Help! We can't swim!
It hurts us when we don't catch it.
Jeepers, that was hot!
We can repair it.
Is somebody there?!
Aah! Monsters in the dark!
Brrr... spider hair isn't very warm.
Uh oh, I broke it.
You slippery snail... er, crabbit!
We're missing something.
Splishy splashy.
That sounded like a big meanie.