
Listen, little brother Mole. I have been around a little longer than you have. Believe me, I've been there.

Sauntering around a logging mill brings back memories of...

...pondering if I could be a UPS driver...

... or a firefighter...

... a light rail operator...

... a streetcar driver...

...a truck driver. Heck, yeah!

Now we find you, my little brother Mole, in a body shop.
What were you doing there exactly?

Learning to drive a Plymouth Barracuda??


Without a permit no less. Gotcha!

But you say you got the green light.

To operate a forklift?!!

What, you didn't think I could do it?

Checking my brakes...

Checking for traffic...

Thank you, Laksa, for worrying about me.
I have a feeling we'll all be fine.