But we’d all run screaming for the safety of indoors if they did, wouldn’t we? Mom! The double-Karo’d outdoor pancakes have attained consciousness, and are shoving themselves down people's throats! Make them stop!

This isn’t a cowboy. No cowboy ever gets this happy about beans. Least of all beans that Cooky the Chef calls “beanee weenees.”

Cooky keeps that crap up, there’s going to be a little knuckle-chat when he goes to the stream to wash the pans. If you know what I mean.

On closer examination, however -

Well.

Perhaps it actually sprouted blue wings and flew around until Dad batted it down with a badminton racket.