We’re nuts about this place!
(over breakfast)
LR: Hey! Why is there peanut butter in my dice cup?
Dad: Did you squeeze the dice too hard? The peanut butter might have squished out the edges.
LR: (sighing) No, Dad. I don’t think so.
RJ: Those dice are from peanut town! Everything is made from peanuts there. Houses. Clothes. Trees. The cars.
Dad: Anything else?
RJ: Yes, everything… (horrified) Even the breakfast cereal.
