Where' s My Dang Package

It still aint arrived. My mail, that is, er is maybe, comin' all the way from Glasgow, Scotland. The anticipation is killin' me.

Whut er they doin' with it, swimmin' it over? Perhaps it has been lost at sea. Perhaps some pirate has it right now. Where's my dang mail?

Perhaps Kinglet George has it. That's probably the explanation. He has confiscated my property.