Your name is Po. You are the red tubby. Your the shortest, youngest and the most sensitive. But this story will make you all the sizes. Because your the only one alive. Let's cut to the throat... chase, you are on the beach. All of a sudden, "Po!" NooNoo exclaimed loudly. "There you are! Ive been looking for you..." "Oh, eh oh NooNoo..." "What's Wrong?" "Uh, nothing important." "Oh, well, are you okay? At least answer that." "......" "Well, look, Po, I know things have been rough for you lately ever since Laa Laa left but hay, at least that's what horses eat! Heh!" "Yeah, heh..." "?" "Well I guess I just never really knew that Laa Laa would be that upset just because Dipsy Ate the rest of her tubby toast. I mean, she could just make some more. But she'll still come back, right?" "Yeah! Yeah of coarse she will." "Yeah, and hopefully she'll come back with all her hands and feet!" "Probably not." "Wait, What?" "Nothing. Uhh, I- I- um gotta go. Bye!" "Wait for me!" "Oh, ok." "So, Noo Noo." "Yeah?" "What did you need me for again?" "We'll talk about this in a more, private place..."
