"Yeah, and there's gotta be a Mattress Firm around here somewhere. Most places you can't walk five feet without running across one. Those filthy money laundering fiends." He trotted alongside her, and sure enough, they eventually came to a corner with said Mattress Firm wedged between two shops.

"Come on!" BJ poof'd them inside. There were several mattresses to choose from, and Dogjuice took the liberty of running across every, single one of them. "Oooo this one's memory foam!"