Second Caribou: The litterbug.
One second mom, I'm coming!
Anxiety in 3...2...1... knock, knock *sigh* "WAIT A SECOND!" *mumbles* "I need to find pants."
Trash gets picked up.
One of them gets taken in every once in a while.
A gras shopper.
Don't be silly, walruses don't make sandwiches; women make sandwiches. Made this up to bug my sister. It worked. Her husband laughed.
Because it'll gobble up everything.
Second Caribou: Micky Moth!
Second Caribou: Evel Boll Weevil.
A: It was a litterbug.