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Post by Tigger on Mar 28, 2009 21:34:51 GMT -5
Tigger was presently bounding around Fantasyland, enjoying all of the different rides and attractions. The last ride he had been on took him through a storybook version of the adventures he and Pooh-buddy had way in the beginning of the Hundred Acre Woods! He had picked up quite the addiction to Coo-Coo Cola, and was almost never without an extra-large-sized cup in his hand. And he always got an orange bendy-straw from the cast workers, which he thought was real nice. How'd they know his favorite color was orange? Presently, he was just sucking the last bit of soda out of the cup, making a large sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurping noise that caused a few passerbyes to look over their shoulder to see who -or what- had made the noise.
And now, Tigger was getting pretty hungry. Finally, he came upon a restaurant next to the "It's a Small World Ride" (which he had ridden quite a few times as well). It was called "Pinocchio's Village Haus". Well, he saw the letters, but couldn't really read them. Anything over two syllables and four or five letters became difficult for him to read. And he was pretty sure that "Haus" was a different language.
He rocked back onto his tail and bounced in, looking around. Yup, this was a restaraunt. He grabbed a tray and walked over to where others were standing in line. He looked over the food and picked out what he wanted...which was a lot. All of it looked good, and good food is what Tigger loved best! He got another Coo-Coo Cola with his mountain of food and put it all on his tray. The employees watched him as he bounced to a table. The food bounced up and down with him, never falling off the plate.
He found a place to sit and sat down. It was right by a large window, where he could see the people in little boats for the "It's a Small World" ride going into the tunnel. As every boat went by, he waved excitedly at the passing guests. He sat in his seat and looked at his food. He took a slice of apple and ate it. And as he chewed, he looked at the empty chairs at his table. It was rather lonely, eating all by himself. He wished Pooh and Piglet were here.
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Post by Winnie the Pooh on Mar 29, 2009 18:12:21 GMT -5
Pooh’s nose and tummy had led him into the restaurant, the aroma in the air making his mouth water and he licked his lips, rubbing his tummy as it rumbled. He wasn’t sure if this place even served hunny, but he was going to ask, he was too far away from his hunny pots back at the tree he’d made his home... Walking towards the line of people waiting to be served he stopped and glanced around.
“I could have sworn I saw something,” he said out loud to himself, and then he noticed it again. “I did... oh my goodness... could it be?” His eyes widened and he moved towards it, an orange and black stripped wiggling object. He touched it lightly with his paw and then tugged it, hoping to get whoever it was who had it his attention.
“Excuse me but you wouldn’t happen to know where the owner of this here tail is? You see I think it really belongs to a good friend of mine, Tigger! And I know he would be awfully sad if he lost this... it is part of his ‘bounce’ you know?” Pooh told whoever it was that had taken it and looked up...
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Post by Tigger on Mar 30, 2009 14:43:04 GMT -5
Tigger was still waving to each boat full of guests as it went into the tunnel and into the many different worlds. He wondered if they knew they were going to be going all around the world in a single boat ride! He sorta wished he had one of those flashing cam-y-ras to take pictures with. No one back in the One-Hundred Acre wood would never believe him that he had been around the world. 'Specially ole' Long-Ears. He would need some proof, he would never believe that Tigger had actually visited every country. The world was filled with unusual people, and gosh! they were all so short.
He was just mulling over the ride, when he felt a tugging at his tail. A soft voice was spoken behind him, and he jumped, turning. "Hey!" he exclaimed angrily, taking his tail and holding it protectively. "What's the big idea-" he stopped when he saw his dear friend, Winnie the Pooh, standing there looking back at him.
"Pooh-buddy!" Tigger exclaimed, chuckling heartily. With an excited "Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" he bounced his friend. Looking down into Pooh's black eyes, he asked: "What's up?"
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Post by Winnie the Pooh on Apr 4, 2009 0:36:33 GMT -5
Pooh watched as the tail was jerked away and an almost too familiar voice turned and started to question him but it stopped. Pooh stared up at it, worriedly and then his face brightened at the sight of who was there and who was speaking.
“Tigger!” he exclaimed, glad to hear to hear a friendly voice and see a friendly face. His smile got even bigger as Tigger gave off his trademark greeting and suddenly Pooh found himself being bounced and he didn’t mind it, not at all. Looking up at Tigger he chuckled softly when he was asked what was up...
“You’re up Tigger,” Pooh told him. “At least you are when you bounce on me like this...” He sighed softly looking at the Tigger resting on his tummy.
“I missed you Tigger,” he told his good friend. “I’ve only seen my dear friend Piglet since I got here... I was beginning to get worried no one else was going to show up from the Hundred Acre Woods.”
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Post by Tigger on Apr 5, 2009 19:33:19 GMT -5
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Post by Tigger on May 8, 2009 5:27:55 GMT -5
"Whoo-hoo-hoo!" Tigger exclaimed again. He hopped off Pooh and held out his paw for his friend. "Piglet ole' buddy is here? Where is that lil' pink guy anyways?" He paused and tried to think. Had he seen the little pink guy anywhere? He shook his head no. Or did he? Nope, no he didn't. He was thinking back to the Hundred Acre Woods.
"Heya buddy, want a smacarole of somethin' good ta eat?" Tigger asked, looking down at his friend who he had bounced. “They gots some real good stuffs here!” He took his cup of Coca Cola in his other paw and took a big sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp! of it. “It’s splendiferous!”
OOC: SO sorry I was gone so long! Like I said, I had my issue with my hip, and then my life was just so darn busy for a while that I couldn’t find any time to sit down at the computer, and now I have this tiny little post. I’m sorry, I just have to get back into the roleplaying groove!
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