That is, which of my puppets, not which of my friends, will stow away in my luggage next week?
Trixie, definitely. Certainly the baby (no, she still doesn't have a name). Mavis has been begging to be allowed. Those three are shoe-ins. Trixie will take her giant toothbrush and will brush her hair with it. The baby will pop her binky out of her mouth. Mavis will talk on her tail-aphone. The poor little bug on the wall travels well, so he'll join us.
Who else? Kay, a.k.a. the old lady who swallowed a fly? She would be good, but she's big and has lots of snacks in her lunchbag. It depends on how much space I have in my luggage.
The Gunniwolf has been feeling a bit left out (and also slightly out of frame). He'd like to go on the trip, I'm sure. He--and his story--is quite good with young children.
Maybe Stephanie, who is the puppet I use when I tell Robert Munsch's Stephanie's Ponytail. She doesn't look like Stephanie in the book, but she has great hair (ignore my finger in the photo).