We love paper bags. The head peep cuts the handles off for safety and then leaves them on the floor for us to enjoy.
Newton: What’s this? It’s a fresh paper bag!
Newton: Plenty of headroom. But don’t want to be trapped in here when someone pounces on it.
A bit later…
Pierre: New paper bag! When did this get here?
Newton: It’s been here a while. But I was leaving it for you. Because I’m that kind of generous little brother.
Pierre: Is he still out there?
Pierre: I don’t see him over that way, either. Maybe he went to pull Ashton’s tail. I hope so. I mean, not because I want Ashton’s tail pulled, but… no pouncing!
Pierre: I think I’m just going to hang out in here. King of Paperbaglandia. That’s me.