[Kindergarten orientation. Memories of Andy's came flooding back to him, too — how nervous he'd been... How nervous his mom had been, too, because the last few years before that had been difficult enough as it was. He couldn't say he was surprised he snuck into Bonnie's backpack at all, not when he'd had a little too much experience in it.

He stares, a little surprised.]

A spork... that... was alive. Like a toy? Alive-alive?

[Buzz, please, you're already giving him too much to think about. Don't go throwing weird, new concepts at his head. Sporks aren't toys; they don't just come alive like that, or else they'd have had a lot of new friends at picnics and parties. As he process that — ]

Huh...? Yeah — yeah, I remember.

I'd thought you were acting pretty weird, back then...