[Wander cannot ignore a cry for help, even in the middle of his morning stroll. He runs over to where he heard the voice, only to find a girl shaking an apple tree]

'Scuse me, ma'am? Did you need any help with pickin' those apples?

[He carefully approaches the tree, checking the air above him for any precariously hanging apples]

Will ya be a-needin' any basket to carry all those? Got one right here!

[He reaches into his spacious hat and pulls out a medium-sized picnic basket. When he swings it around by the handle to his front, his wobbles a bit as if he were slinging around something with weight]