Lying flat, save for the spiky naughty piece in the back. Alfalfa never had it this bad.
Still, Alfalfa never tackled someone out of the way of a racing car either. Although, he had a feeling if Alfalfa did tackle someone, they’d be more grateful.
“Can you get off me now please?”
“Is that a banana or are you just happy…”
No sympathy for his bruised elbow either- of course Gus would be unscathed.
Oh, wait, was this it? Finally a little thanks?
“Your hair looks like crap.”
Alfalfa had it way better.