Wally had a smile spreading on his yellow puppet-felt face as he curled his thick blue hair into its usual position. Wally held up his landline phone with his shoulder, up to his ear as he curled his hair. Wally spoke with a soft monotone voice "All those apples. Ha... Ha... Ha... I need to get more apples. Apples are great to stare at, paint, and well, eat. Ha... Ha... Ha... The owner kicked me out of the orchard for taking too many apples, but oh well. I can always find ways to get more..."