Mr. Jingles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  He's gone!  Mr. Jingles is GONE!!!!  I've looked everywhere for him!  I can't believe I didn't realize this sooner, but I don't recall seeing him since my Southern Tour a few weeks ago!  Mr. Jingles NOOOOOOO!  Come home!  Please come home!  I'll never over-shake you again!  I'll treat with with kindness and respect!  You'll never want for anything, really, you can have all the cotton your little heart desires, and thread for dessert, if you'll only come home!  I really can't go on without you.  Babyhood has lost it's charm without you!  Were you elephant-napped?  Oh Mr. Jingles I'm sure you were; you never would have left voluntarily.  Don't worry, I WILL FIND YOU!  To whoever has Mr. Jingles, you are going to pay!  I'm going to track you down and give you a piece of my mind!  Actually, of my lunch - after I've chewed and swallowed it!  ALL OVER YOUR FACE!  However, if you return Mr. Jingles unharmed, I may be convinced to give you a lighter sentence, such as maybe a face full of breakfast instead of lunch (lunch involves foods of many colors, while breakfast is just oatmeal and therefore less disgusting when I regurgitate it all over you).

The Warning Face - This is what I will look like shortly before I hurl my lunch in your face, you cowardly, cruel, twisted elephant-napper!  Whoever you are.