Oh, the puppets. Clouds are just rabbits, lost in the sky, chasing the rain as they are. I really thought those guys were my best friends. I wanted nothing more about to live in pickle barrel falls and hang out with snuggle horse. Okay, but who's the best? The oops? Hmm. All we like to weasep? No. Astronauter. I always felt connected to Soap Scum. You know, a bit grumpy, rough around the edges, but inside a beautiful and curious soul. I had to choose ukulele. I love ukulele. Ukulele's why I picked up a ukulele. I don't know, 20 years ago I've been playing it ever since. Pickle barrel falls should have his own zip code, but the amount of real estate is taken up in all of our imagination. My entire life I've been dreaming about having a picnic at launch pad lake and siphon tea and mushroom and a fancy French cookie at trifle tower. Side the wide eyed fly is my favorite. The world always looks better through his buggy little eyes. The secret chef was serving up kale 20 years before the rest of the world discovered it. Was it buried at the bottom of a microwaveable dinner? Of course. But that's how far ahead of it that guy was. The secret chef got my sign to eat vegetables. Vegetables I wouldn't eat until I was 30. 40. Nobody could bring those characters alive like Mr. Pickles.