So we came home this evening after picking up a bottle from the local wine store. Yes, that is Truckasaurus, and yes... he is in the box for our new iron. Something tells me that he will be terrible at getting wrinkles out of anything, especially considering how well he wrinkles everything that isn't put into a drawer. Oh... and the box is on the table (where he knows that he isn't supposed to be). He didn't even bother to jump off when we caught him. It's as if he knew he was bending the rule, but not quite breaking it.
"Ha ha... I'm in the box, not on the table". (as if we are to only assume that he teleported there)