Hans came home to find Barry waiting with fruits he purchased, knowing full well they were without a fruit bowl. Hans, perplexed, ponders out loud, "Where is Barry to store these fruits? Barry didn't think ahead." He was greatly irritated that now his fruits are scattered atop the table in a chaotic arrangement, the table which he recently cleaned. Neither did Barry ask Hans if he wanted any fruits from the store, nor what kind of fruits. Banana, orange, grapes, and an apple. Only one apple, one banana is not enough for both Barry and Hans. As usual, Barry was only thinking of himself and wasn't going to share. Without a word, Barry stood on the kitchen chair, putting his dirty shoes on the newly cleaned seat. Hans broke into a sweat, "What is he doing?" he thought. Barry unscrewed the ceiling lamp and brought it down. Was he finally going to do something around here besides buy fruits for himself and create messes? Without dusting the ceiling lamp cover, Barry put all the fruits inside, then stood on the chair and reinstalled the lamp shade.