 Okay, Liz. Oh, yay! Thank you, thank you. You're welcome. Say, you wouldn't have any string I can borrow, would you? String? Uh, no, I really don't have any you can borrow. Gotta go, Miss Waddle. Thanks for the grill. Liz grabbed it and ran off, looking at his watch as he headed back to Grandpa's farm. Yes, order of the gator, here I come, with a half hour to spare.