A Thweet Delivery

I thpotted a tiny toy milkthake cup tilted under the edge of the thofa cushion! It wath clearly waiting for an urthent noon delivery run. I didn't wait around—I reved my wheelth and chugged thtraight forward to haul it out. But ath thoon ath my red front coupler latched onto the thtraw, the cup wobbled and wedged againtht a heavy thofa foot. No problem at all! I jutht reventhed two patheth, angled my thidewayth track, and gave it a thwift, thmart nudge with my bumper. Pop! Out thlid the cup cleanly, perfectly balanced and ready for the lunchtime thuthcribers! yeah he has a little bit of a lisp