He sees his raincoat hanging on the doorknob.
"I wonder what it’s like to be the rainmaker.." he mused to himself, not knowing what a rainmaker actually was.
"I wonder what it’s like to know that I made the rain... " he continued on. He thought this game was fun. He picked up his yellow raincoat and twirled it around.
"I’d store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone!" he yelled out, twirling the raincoat faster and faster until it landed on some of his stuffed animals.
"And you can come see them when I’m...done, when I’m done!" he said triumphantly to his stuffed animals and "action figures". He noticed his Superman doll sitting near his bed.
"I wonder what it’s like to be a super hero..." He said, grabbing his Superman doll and making it fly around the room. "I wonder where I’d go if I could fly around downtown..." he added, continuing the Superman doll's flight until it ran into his mobile of the solar system.
"From some other planet, I get this funky high on the yellow sun!" he exclaimed at he spun the sun around. "Boy I bet my friends will all be...stunned, they’re stunned.." he said, looking at his stuffed animals, all of which had that blank stare.
Just then, the boy's mother walked into the room. She saw he was fooling around, and became angry at the fact that he wasn't doing his chores. His mother, a former circus sideshow person, had an odd way of speaking.
"Straight up, what did you hope to learn about here? If I were someone else, would this all fall apart? Strange, where were you, when we started this gig? DO YOUR CHORES!" she yelled as she walked out of the room.
The boy shook his head, not really understanding what his mother had just said. "I wish the real world would just stop hassling me," he mumbled to himself.
He soon forgot his troubles though, and continued on with his merry-making, which included playing air guitar.
"I wonder what it’s like to be the head honcho!" the boy said as he jumped onto his bed. "I wonder what I’d do if they all did just what I said?" he continued as he surveyed the other occupants of his room.
"I’d shout out an order, I think we’re out of this man get me some...boy don’t make me wanna change my...tone, my tone," said the boy as he picked up a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle doll. He then saw his Furby doll, and picked it up.
"Please don’t change," he said to it as he remembered that Furbys now had a new design. He liked the old Furbys.
Then..oops! He accidentally dropped the Furby.
"Please don’t break, 'cause the only thing that seems to work at all is you!" he begged to the Furby, remembering all his other mechanical toys that weren't functioning at this point. "Please don’t change, at all from me to you, and you to me!!" he screeched, suddenly wishing he was a Furby.
His mother called him again, and he rolled his eyes and went down the stairs to do his chores.