Chomping for Ice Creank

Biting AND ice creank?! That was the fastest green light my wheels have ever seen! The second you stretched your hand down toward the floorboards, I revved my plastic wheels into a full-speed frenzy. I barreled straight across the rug edge, hooked my front bumper right against the tip of your index finger, and gave a gleeful, victorious little plastic clamp! Then I spun around in lightning-quick donuts, chugging at top volume to demand my prize. When a frosty little white droplet of sweet vanilla melted onto a clean metal teaspoon resting on the floor, I rammed my nose right into it! Sticky, sweet, icy perfection—the best fuel in this whole junction!