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“There’s the Elephant. He’s happy with his balloon.
Oh no! It’s gone! Where is it?
It’s not behind the Rhino.
Look in the alligator’s mouth; it’s not there either!
Oh! The monkey’s got in the tree!
He brings it back! They all drink lemonade.
The End.”
Black Books “The Elephant and the Balloon” 

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“There’s the Elephant. He’s happy with his balloon. Oh no! It’s gone! Where is it? It’s not behind the Rhino. Look in the alligator’s mouth; it’s not there either! Oh! The monkey’s got in the tree! He brings it back! They all drink lemonade. The End.”Black Books “The Elephant and the Balloon” 
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“There’s the Elephant. He’s happy with his balloon.
Oh no! It’s gone! Where is it?
It’s not behind the Rhino.
Look in the alligator’s mouth; it’s not there either!
Oh! The monkey’s got in the tree!
He brings it back! They all drink lemonade.
The End.”
Black Books “The Elephant and the Balloon” 

And that, my dear kids, is the main reason why they cannot film Black Books anymore. D-:

I wonder is it bad somehow that I watched the whole movie for this scene.

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And that, my dear kids, is the main reason why they cannot film Black Books anymore. D-:

I wonder is it bad somehow that I watched the whole movie for this scene.

willowmansdaughter:

I am, once again, in possession of a working umbrella (my old one had a disagreement with a two-year-old and she kicked its ass). I feel more complete, somehow.

Next up: New birdbath. I don’t know what the hell happened to the wretched thing in my garden right now, but if it has anything to do with what Fingal was hissing at through the kitchen window last night, I think I’m going to need a bigger cat. Like a Siberian tiger, maybe.

 Aww

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willowmansdaughter:

I am, once again, in possession of a working umbrella (my old one had a disagreement with a two-year-old and she kicked its ass). I feel more complete, somehow.

Next up: New birdbath. I don’t know what the hell happened to the wretched thing in my garden right now, but if it has anything to do with what Fingal was hissing at through the kitchen window last night, I think I’m going to need a bigger cat. Like a Siberian tiger, maybe.

 Aww