PooPal: It's nice to fly around, high above the crowds.
PooPal: The humans behave so differently in this convention than they do on the streets. They're so preoccupied with seeing what's at each booth.
A little girl on her mom's shoulders notices PooPal.
PooPal: I can sail around up here, completely unnoticed.
The little girl is now hanging off of PooPal.
Girl: Look Mom! I caught the Death Star!