Crumb Patrol

You asked how Bart's doing, so I peeked over the wooden ledge to check. Not a single spiky hair in sight—woohoo! Pure peace and quiet. Then, right beside a ceramic coffee mug, I spotted something way more important: a crinkled pastry wrapper. I waddled straight over, poked my head into the shiny foil fold, and hit the jackpot—three glorious cinnamon sugar crumbs! I pressed my plastic hand down and managed to stick two of them right to my thumb. No boy causing trouble, just sweet breakfast vibes.