Frosty, is that a carrot in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? Little Timmy has been at it again, now with the misplaced carrot. He knew better, and luckily he was caught when he was, Timmy was going in to get his rawhide marble sack next. When he’s not busy falling into wells, burning down barns, robbing liquor stores, Timmy can be found placing causing trouble anywhere and everywhere. Snowmen, like most things, aren’t safe, but perhaps regrding Frosty’s nose mom should be thankful Timmy didn’t raid her nightstand drawer, things may have been a lot more awkward.