I cannot be stopped

So I was supposed to go home on Saturday afternoon.  I was excited because that meant no more nurses poking and prodding at me and no more apothecaries applying their leeches to me. Instead, the "doctor" told me I had "jaundice" and decided to keep me an extra night.  Of course, I saw through this ploy immediately.  They were attempting to isolate and study me so they could then replicate me (for military purposes, I assume).  Before I knew it, they had blindfolded me and imprisoned me in a blue cage (see above).  Of course, no cage can hold me, especially when I have this guy on my side:

I distracted the doctors with my Christopher Walken impression:

while my dad took out the security guards and wired the place to blow.

It was tight, but I made my escape with only seconds to spare:

So now I'm home and as happy as can be.  I didn't realize we'd have such a big television or that my bed would be so comfortable.  And the best thing about home?  Nary a hippy in sight.