I may live under the sea, but me wearing pants is dumb. My partner in crime attacks grime.

What runs around the whole yard without moving?

A donuts smile beside a downward arrow. Three sticks branched from one, then lightning sideways, squeezed narrow. A bakery basic. Also homes, to be fair though.

On the go I store your fuel, the things you need to to keep off the floor. A simple means to fulfill transportion needs, give me a wipe, to keep my inside clean.

I’m often kept long after my purpose is done. Once I carried a pair, Now I carry memories instead.