I decided to put in some hours at the local French bakery to rake in some extra dough (no pun intended), but it seems I'm not cut out for it! I've recieved more wounds at the hands of an angry French chef-ette than at the Germans! It's time for some good ol' flyin'! This time, it the grand slam of em' all: The Jug!
Crank 'er up! Let's get movin!

But what if I want to touch it? Why can't I touch it? I want to touch it!



Purty.


Cripes a'mighty! It's the mother of all tank columns! Meh, maybe they've had a hard day too, eh?


I couldn't help it! I'm flyin' a Jug for Pete's sake!


Ohh... Choo choo!

Hello Mr. Engineer! Is that Thomas or Edward?


Well, I better end this fiasco before I hurt someone.

Shiny!


Home at las- Well... uhh... I could've done worse, I guess.

