Oh, Sugar, I have been missing you! I'm so sorry your mom and dad were sad and had to go away for a while, but it sounds like you had fun anyway. Manipulation is a very valuable skill, and I'm glad you're learning it at such an early age.
You will be a Force of Nature before you know it! I'm very sorry you have to wear the cone again, but it'll come off soon, I promise. You have to be a good boy, though.
Oh, and by the way, nice butt!
I've never heard of a Bullymake box, but I can gather by the name that it must be something supposedly indestructible? I remember going to a pet supply store once when Ninja was young, trying to find a toy he couldn't destroy in 24 hours. He got bored with the Nylabones, and Kong hadn't come out yet (or I hadn't heard of them). His favorite toy was one of those rope things with the knots on both ends, but he destroyed every one I got him in hours, literally hours. So anyway, this nice young man told me that THIS rope (two or three times bigger than the standard ones) was guaranteed unchewable, and that if Ninja COULD destroy it they'd give me my $12 back. (Back then, that was a lot for a chew toy.) So I got it and took it home. The next day, I brought a paper bag full of strings back to the pet store, and got my $12 back. It took him all night, but he did succeed in completely disassembling that indestructible knot toy.
I finally just got him a selection of different sized Nylabone toys and that was that. Funny story on the side: His very favorite Nylabone lasted forever (I still have the lump of chewed whatever-that-stuff-is) and by the time he was 10 or 11 it was down to the size of maybe half a hotdog, but man, he loved to chew on that. One night I was on the couch watching TV after dinner with a glass of milk on the end table, Ninny was lying on the floor by my feet gnawing that piece of yummy Nylabone, and he flipped it into the air. I watched it in slow motion, unable to react, just watching it arc through the air, bits of slobber flying off (also in slow motion), tumbling over and over, until it landed SQUARELY in my glass of milk, lengthwise, never even TOUCHING the sides of the glass. It was a perfect "10!" The look on his face was priceless - "WHERE IS MY BONE??" but the look on mine might have been better. I'm not sure.
I know that's a gross story (yes, I did go get a fresh glass of milk), but I sincerely hope that Sugar gives you as many fond and silly memories as Ninja gave me. Kiss his boo-boo for me, and tell him I love him.