[seeing termites in a matchbox] Huh. Looks like I have a houseguest. Why, it must be a blue-faced yellowbellied housefly. Hiya, little fella! My name's Tigger. What's yours? The shy type, no doubt. That's okay, kid. You and me are gonna be best friends. We'll go places and do things like going to walks, playing marbles, singing songs in four part harmony, just the two of us.
Such a lot of relatives, and none of them would let me do a thing for myself. "Your breakfast, Rabbit. Your bath is ready, Rabbit. Your bed is ready." It's a wonder I didn't lose my mind! Why, I'll probably need a vacation to recover from this vacation.
Yes Piglet. We shall just have to look for another outside to find your flood. Either your flood is a very dry flood, Piglet, or it is hiding somewhere.
Oh, I guess you're [sniffles] Right. My inventions have been messing things up. I'm just a flat-out, outright, downright failure. I'll never be able to show my handsome face again! TTFG: Ta ta for good.
You remember that crazy old story about the cat who played out of tune? [in his fantasy, a cow rams Tigger and he flies straight through the moon] He fiddled so bad, a moo cow got mad and k-nocked him clear to the moon.
The whole sky was bare when the kitty got there and he fell to what looked like his doom. [in his fantasy, a round plate sits on a wall] Meanwhile down on the ground, all cuddly and round, Humphrey Dumphrey sat on his wall. Then he heard a strange noise. [in his fantasy, a hollering Tigger falls on the wall, catapulting him away] And he gazed up on high and that kitty came falling right out of the sky. He sent Humphrey flying like a chubby old bird. But where the guy landed, I won't say a word.
