I stand apart from my four companions, helping them hold things tight. Put two of me together, and suddenly we have a fight.

I grow from a vine upon the ground and can be square, oval, and also round. My skin is green, my flesh is pink, my juice can make a delicious drink. I'm best in the summer so don't delay, got to the store and have some today.

I have a wide mouth, but I never speak, I carry your burdens when the trail gets steep. I cling to your shoulders, though I have no spine, Holding the treasures you consider yours and mine.

When windmill one asked windmill two what it's favorite type of music was? It answered, I'm a...

Where you might find a baby, and what the Tollhouse is known for. It's where two talking muffins might settle their score.