My Hero!

We always had wet ones in the car when we traveled across country.  I recently bought some, and they just didn't seem the same.  On a hot day, a grabbed a wipe--and the smell overcame me with memories.

I would take a dry wet one and folded it in a fan, pinched it in the middle, then told a story.

"You must pay the rent!" The wet one became a mustache, and my voice became very sinister.
"But I can't pay the rent!" The wet one became a boy, and my voice was high and sweet.
"You must!"
"I can't!"
"You must!"
"I can't!"
"You must!"
"I can't!"

"I'll pay the rent!" The wet one became a bow tie, and my voice was handsome and kind.
"My hero!"
"Rats foiled again!"