"Yeah...we don't have guns with us. That was a big clue." Liz won't admit that buried deep in that bag of her's is a gun. Old habits die hard. "We care not making a bell ringing Santa hold our kid." Liz likes the idea of doing things properly.

She almost teases Owen about being so worried about the fries, but then Robbie starts to wail like a firetruck. "OK. OK. Sheep." Liz says as digs in the bag for the baby's favorite toy. She wrinkles her nose at Owen for yelling at the passers by. "Gee, wonder where Robbie learned to make nose like that." She scowls at Owen, though she'd not really angry at him. She's frustrated, and the lack of sheep isn't helping.

"OK. Where the hell is that stupid sheep!?" Liz groans as she considers dumping her bag on the sidewalk.