"I can get home? Yeah, it would be easy if I could walk but look."

He pointed down to the can he was currently stuck inside. This was his home and it didn't have wheels to help him move on. The only way he was getting back home to Sesame Street was if someone carried him.

"Someone picked me up or rolled me into this crazy world, pal. There's no way I can get back on my own without help."

This guy wanted to help?

"Sure. If I want to get back home you sure you're wanting to help me? It stinks a little in here and most hate it."