We went to the store today. I got to use the Ralphs produce department speeder bike. I zoomed up and down the aisles until the man with a special red shirt came and wanted to stop my wily antics.

"This will stop your wily antics, grandpa," he said. And then he sucked out all the power to my space vehicle. After that, I sat alone in the toilet paper section for some time waiting for grandma.

But while I was sitting there, a box fell from nowhere into my my handle-bar basket. The sound it made was uncommonly loud, and it startled me. I began to feel a vortex ripping through time and space. So I looked at the box real hard, and it said "Bathroom Duck." I got confused. I read the box again. "Bathroom Duck." I kept reading it and thinking, what kind of silly duck could live in a box at Ralphs grocery that's all sealed up? It didn't make any sense until I realized it was a space duck. But by then, grandma was wheeling me out of the place, apologizing for my "episodes."

On our way out I saw a man with an earring and said, "Are you Mr. Clean?" But Mr. Clean just got real mad, and kept walking. He doesn't like to give out autographs.