Secret life of Things

Okay . . . which one of you filthy, low-life scum bags stole my lid? Eh? Right. I can wait, wait all night if I have to.
From the left: 
"Wasn't me, honest."
"Or me . . . anyway, I got one, ain't I?"
"I don't like red."
"I . . . happen to have my own lid."
"I'm depressed. Leave me alone."