Finally. It takes forever to get Jay away from me. Anyway, it's getting dark. I should probably invite Jay over to sleep. I blow on the whistle he gave me. Him and his “crew” come running. Hey! I call. Do y'all want to sleep over here tonight? “sure”. One of the “crew” members says. “Carlos”! Jay scolds. You can’t be serious. Why would we want to? I’ve got some stuffing and I’ve also been collecting trash cans. All of them stare at me. Oh gosh. This is embarrassing. Y-you don’t have to say yes. YEAH!! I stumble backward and chuckle. Ok ok. Each of you, pick a trash can. Good night! Wait! Carlos calls. What? I ask. Hey you! Uh-oh. This doesn’t look so good. It’s a police officer. I managed to duck behind the nearest trash can, but Jay had no such luck. But then I hear something unexpected. Can I have your autograph? Huh? We were all thinking the same thing. Jay Gonzoles. You are famous. All of us are so confused. What? Jay asks. I said you are famous. Umm… bye! Have a good rest of your night! The next thing I hear is WHAT!? Yeah! I say. what!? Um… I guess I’m famous now. Well… good night. Good night indeed.