Toddles no knows that little Mister is upset with Toddles. Or that Toddles lost another brasie along the way. There were 3 or so now strung about the corridor as they flipped and flopped out of the wobbling levitating basket.

Humming some more and terribly off key, Toddles spun on the spot and spun right smack into the wall and the basket with its remaining fabrics and underwearsies went down down down PLOP on to the floor. With a loud YELP, Toddles large round eyes finally opened and everything was blurry from his big wet elfsie tears.

Toddles' nosie no feels so goodsies.