So I strapped Stanely in and we let him take it for a whirl..he asked where the muzzle was located...I laughed again..Sadly our drive was cut short due to Stan's inability to see over the dashboard...I figured this was safer for everyone involved. After our escapade Stanley walked to the back of the car and asked "Where does the poop come out" I laughed on the outside, but felt a small amount of pity for him at the same time.