"Hey dude, look! There´s a big glob of peanut butter inside that shiny box."
"Uh, I dunno dude . . . I´ve seen some friends get in there and not got out. Then . . . uh . . . then . . . then they d-dis-DISAPPEAR!"
"Yeah dude, I know what you´re saying. Maybe if we go in together - as a team - we´ll be okay . . ."
"For the love of peanut butter, dude, let´s do it!"
Flying squirrels number 7 and 8 now reside across the Kennebec in Augusta somewhere 30 or so miles from my kitchen.