H: Watcha got there?

B: (inner thoughts) I'm going to ignore him- but I'll be ready to throw down at any second with my cool new Buzz Lightyear moves when he tries to steal this sweet nectar.

 H: (inner thoughts) This sure is a swell picnic.

B: (inner thoughts) I'm going to push this food around on the plate to make it look like I consumed more than just juice. She'll never know....

H: (inner thoughts) Whoa, there's mom. She's gonna want to change this bad-boy diaper. 

If I stand real still maybe she won't see me.

B: (inner thoughts) There...must....be....one.....more....drop....in....here...