Calm down. Your birthday isn't for three months.
Nothing.
NOTHING!
Nice.
Hey, don't forget this.
It put lips on the plants again.
I put the cake under the sad boy.
Hmmm…
If Bee plays Skee-Ball here,
she's going to throw the ball too hard,
and it'll bounce off this slope
and land on this stuffed animal.
More than before we left.
What are you going to do with them?
Then what? What happens when your apartment gets filled up?
That's not gonna be enough s p a c e.
EWWW!!!
We need the money. We'll always need the money.
Looks fine.
Oh yeah. Oh no. Me too.
Hi.
What do the rest of them do?
There’s still a lot of dishes.
Your birthday is gonna be over soon!
I'll handle this.
What is not feeling alone in the vastness of space worth to you?
All set.
Thank you.
It’s still your birthday!
Wait, look out the window first!
Wait, uh-UHH… your box thing??
Why did I put this outside?