Clover ponders how she's going to fit her new gifts in her full bag.
Clover: Thanks, Bridgette...
Clover: Gosh, there's no way my crane bag will fit all of this!

A mysterious light shines in Bridgette's eyes.
Bridgette: Are you sure? Have you tried?

Clover tries to fit her thermos into her bag.
Clover's entire arm fits into the bag, startling her.

Clover shouts at Bridgette, who gives a thumbs-up.
Clover: MY WHOLE ARM WENT IN!!