No! No, no, no. No throwing. Don't throw me, I've got... let me use this.

[ he's not going to wiggle again, because he doesn't want to give Lucy any reason to toss him into a stack of milk bottles or through a hoop or into some balloons. nope. instead, with his paws somehow holding onto the slingshot, he fires a practice round into one of the balloons which easily pops. ]

Okay! I got one. Hold me steady, and I'll definitely hit eight more.