Franklin could count by twos and tie his shoes. He liked to help his mother make cookies and he liked to help his father rake leaves. But one day, Franklin was tired of being a helper.
See you later, mom!
[Mrs. Muskrat is carrying a wagon full of paint when Franklin runs into her]
Whoa!
Aah!
Oh dear.
Sorry, Mrs. Muskrat.
Not a problem, Franklin. I always enjoy "running into" a friend. [Chuckles]
Oh, I get it! [Laughs]


