The other day, I overheard Madame in the tv room, playing by herself. I could hear what sounded like figurines dropping on the floor, over and over again, followed by her little voice, softly uttering, "Click!" Over and over again.
She: They're going on a trip.
Me: I see that! Where is everybody going?
She: They're driving to Australia. But don't worry, they all have seatbelts on.
Me: *nodding* Nice. Alright then!
Gee, I hope they make it...