As soon as I mentioned Charlie Chaplin's name, Pee-wee woke up. Charlie Chaplin is one of his favorite heroes; George Washington, Napoleon, and Charlie Chaplin—and Tyler's milk chocolate.
"Where are we?" he began shouting. "There's a lake! Look at the lake! What's that lake doing here?"
"That lake has got as much right here as you have," I told him.
Of course, as soon as Pee-wee began shouting Wig Weigand woke up, and after the whole four of them were through stretching and gaping, we had a meeting of the General Staff.
I said, "Something happened in the night. The first thing for us to do is to find out where we are. We can't go home till we know where we have to go from."
"I don't care where we are," Pee-wee shouted; "the first thing is to have breakfast." Cracky, he's like all the Ravens; always thinking about eats.
"We can't eat breakfast till we know where we're eating it," I told him; "we've got to find out where we're at."
"You make me tired," he shouted; "will you answer me one question?"
"Sure, ask me an answer and I'll question you," I said.
"Are we in the Brewster's Centre Railroad Station or not?" he yelled.