When the familiar colorful wooden box showed up at your doorstep your eyes widened. The last time you saw it was years ago. You quickly looked around as though someone was playing a prank on you. Upon seeing no one, you scooped up the wooden box and made your way inside. You set it on the table and turned the crank, your eyes brightening at the scratchy sound of Pop Goes the Weasel. The top of the box sprung open and out popped your old friend. His eyes widen, looking down at you. "Kiddo?"