Tigger bounded through the Grand Floridian Resort, obliviously reeking havoc, as per usual to his nature. People and other characters watched as he passed, but he ignored them all. He only had one place thing on his mind, and that was getting to the the toy store as fast as Tigger-ly possible. So he bounded, bounced, and darted around (and over) those who stood in his way.
What Tigger REALLY wanted was a Yo-yo. Besides where he was going to get his next Coo-Coo Cola, all he could think about was getting a yo-yo. He'd been to most of the toy stores in the Kingdom, but to no avail. So when he found out that the Grand Floridian boasted one of the largest, he found his way there as fast as he could.
When he saw the toy store, he got excited and picked up speed. He was about to cross the threshold when he saw something very tiny in front of him. Not knowing if was a toy or not, he threw his weight to his hind end and skidded to a stop. He wound up right behind the small creature, and he immediately stuck his nose down to see whether if it was a toy or a character. Once he did deduce that it was, in fact, alive, he chuckled loudly and said: "Hallo down here!"
Tigger looked at the little mouse quizzically as it cowered before her. He cocked his head to the left, and then to the right. He had never seen anything like this little one before. It kinda looked like Roo, except with long hair, light fur, and well...Roo wasn't a girl. Not to mention, even though Roo was a little guy, Tigger was pretty sure he had never seen or talked to anything this small before.
He flicked his tail to the right, and flicked his tail to the left while he waited for the mouse to respond. When she opened her eyes, he smiled. "That's what that orange blur was: a stuffed tiger," he heard her say. He squinted a little as he thought of what a "tiger" was. He had heard it before, but he never knew what it was.
"Heya miss...what's a Tiger?" he asked her. "Coz I ain't no Tiger. I'ma Tigger! T-I-double Gah-er, that's Tigger. And that's me." He put his paws out in front of him and actually laid down right in front of the little mouse, almost tripping someone as they walked by. He wanted to be at her side. He might have been a little hyperactive, but when he could help it, Tigger tried not to be rude.
Never heard of a Tigger before? Tigger was befuddled. Who hadn't heard of a Tigger? This was a strange little mouse, and he watched her with a quizzical expression as she searched around him, as if he wasn't even standing in front of her any longer. "My name's Gadget, by the way," he heard her say. So this thing was a Gadget. Well, Gadget was a funny sort-of mouse, Tigger decided.
"So, what are you, wireless remote controlled, or what?" she asked him, and once again, he squinted at her in confusion. He scratched his paw on his head between his ears and thought. The he had only ever touched electronics once, and that was when he was "borrowing" Christopher Robin's trainset and he was using the controller that made the train go backwards, fowards, and wherever he put the tracks down.
But "wireless" and "remote controlled" he did not understand. He hadn't heard these words before, and Gadget was turning out to be quite the confusing little mouse. He wondered if he should have just hopped over her. She was making his stuff-and-fluff hurt. "Whatcha talkin' bout?" he finally asked. "A Tigger's controlled by nobody but his own Tiggerish self." He said that part very matter-of-factly, as if it was something that everyone should know.