"Whatchyou want?"

"This my ice cream shop," she tells me whenever we pass a chalkboard easel on the sidewalk. She climbs inside, and then asks me, "whatchyou want?"

"Um, pineapple ice cream."

"I don't have it. I only have vitamins, orange candy, and lollipops," she replies.

"That's it?" I complain. "I want pancakes."

"OK, I make them. Just a minute."