Finley, what in the world is this all about?
That's exactly what Mom and Dad asked when they walked into the kitchen to find Mabel and I as busy as bees. So I'll tell you what I told them, we're planning a picnic.
Mae, pants-less, is helping me set up the places for when all our friends arrive.
But, wait, Finley - I'm pretty sure the definition of a picnic emphasizes that the picnic be eaten outdoors...
Do not question my picnic.
Oh, look, Randy just showed up. Always punctual, that Randy.
Not sure what I'm more excited about - the fact that everyone is here for the picnic or that Mae finally has some pants on.
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