Oliver Jones and the Telephone Crusade

The adventure continues! I'm climbing couches and tables, weaving through plants, and holding onto the dogs' tails for support until I can find the grand prize -- the telephone and all its cords. The vacuum is no longer the grand prize. I won't lie to you, it has been dangerous. I've swung like the monkeys on the kitchen stools of the underworld, and dived over the bear-chair and the forbidden bean bag. Even when I'm using my head to climb, the perils await.

When I rescued Elmo (Elmo says thank you) from the Smooshie-Cushion mountain range I wasn't so lucky. Ahh, but it's only a glance. The witch doctors from cushion land fixed me right up, but I mistrust their methods. I was fine before they took care of me.