Where’s my EH????

The first time I heard it was when Napoleon was yelling it at some guy he caught breaking into his car about a month after his EH Holden had been stolen… punch… WHERE…punch… IS… punch… MY… punch… EH punch, punch, punch, punch, punch???

Yesterday it was Clyde! He’d lost his little matchbox EH and absolutely tore the house apart looking for it. Definitely his father’s son!

Another magic JinkyArt masterpiece!