So i left my grumpy old Papa at home, and set out to make my fortune. Lo and behold, I was gettin' ready to pick this old lady's pocket when i realized it was my Gramma Cindy. So instead i conned her into takin' me out for dinner... he he he.
She must have seen how skinny i was, so she called in the reinforcements and Grampa Bruce gave me some orange- he said that i could get scurvy if i wasn't careful.
After a full belly and much laughter, we retired to someone else's house- i didn't know you could steal a whole house, but i was just starting my life in the seedy underbelly of Chicago. When we got there, i was ensnared by a robot with springs, and we played and laughed for a long time.
After a while, the fuzz caught on to us, so we had to flee the city. Grampa Doug and Gramma Cindy left the state, and the Martins and i had to find some cover. We hung out with a bunch of nice looking kids for a while, you know, trying to blend in with the crowd.
When we got to Rockford, the Martin's home turf, it was time for some R & R. I took a bath and got a new 'do. Makes me look tough doesn't it!?
Ordinarily you're not supposed to take pictures, cause they could be evidence, but we were all so happy that we thought we'd give it a try. Of course we stole the camera from the tourist that took the picture, but i left the state right afterwards so i think i got away with it.
Anyway, Chicago was fun, and so was my short vacation into the gray area of morality. Papa said next time, when he gets to go, he was gonna show me some real fun stuff...
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