C'mon Dad, shake a leg. It's a KinderCare day. 

Have to hurry or I'll be late for breakfast. 

Clear the way, I've got to get to school. 

And Mom says I don't smile on command. 

I'm standing here with my cousins Alex and Rachel. Grandma and Grandpa Schuster have invited us out on an excursion. 

We're going to pick pum'pins today. 

C'mon, Grandma, we should get going. Are we here to be models or pumkin pickers? 

Did anybody realize we're sitting below a cowboy's butt? 

I don't know why we're just sitting around here picking our noses. Ya know, I'm missing the Vikings and Twins games for this? 

We've climbed up this haystack hoping to get a better look at the field of pum'pins. 

What do you'all see from up there? 

I want to find a real big one that I can carve out, hide inside, and pop out and scare trick or treaters. How about you guys? 

Who's ready to find pum'pins. We Are!! 

Geez, did we come all the way out here to take pictures, or find pum'pins? 

Naw, you guys go over that way, and I'll look over here. 

Now that I've slipped away from the crew, I can pick over this patch for the perfect pum'pin. 

This patch over here looks promising. 

Give me a minute while I take a breather. 

Choices, choices. 

Maybe I'll check some over this way. 

Ya's got to do all the right tests. I roll's 'em, and tap 'em. Check them for cuts and scrapes. 

I've gathered some good ones. Mom found a cart and I threw them in. Dad says I'm freakishly strong, it's a Cimenski thing. 

C'mon, Mom, let's check out and get home and carve these pum'ins. 

I'm going to play you a little ditty I've composed myself. Enjoy. 

Strong on the chorus