Foreground: Josie snoozes.
Background: Anna explores in her pith helmet.
“You can’t prove we did anything.”
No longer criminals, but philosophers.
Josie: “Who’s tapping me on the shoulder? I don’t even have the muscle control to check it out.”
Anna: “What happens when I squeeze your toe really hard?”
Josie: “I get mad and punch you in the face!”
Anna: “That tickles…”
Josie: “Curse my tiny baby muscles!”
Josie: “So, did I hurt you?”
Anna: “What? Oh, that’s what you were trying to do?”
Anna kisses and makes up.
Anna: “Well, I tried kissing her, but noooo, she wanted her pacifier.”