- Gills: yes, we playd Bury (full nayme: Bury, like a cat burys its poo) an wun 1-0. Wa-heyy!
- Simpsons: no
- Tesco: yes
- Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10! Got Daddy, but wish I haddent as he waz in need ov a tishoo at the time. I kno I'm tishoo-ishooer rownd heer, but I'm not sykick so how waz I ment to kno? Never mind. I wipet me paws on his new scarf. Servs im rite for gettin wun wiv green stripes in it./10
- Overall Score:8/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!Well! I can NOW reveel wat we had pland for Mummy's berfday! We ar taykin her to see The Lion King on stage in London tomorro nite! Hurrayyy!!!! Dilly is comin, too, as she is hopin thare will be a crocodile in the plot sumwhare.
Speekin ov plot, Mummy is SLITELY worreed that it is goin to be sad. So I put her mind at rest, an told her my vershun ov the plot ov evry anmol tale mayde by Disney/Pixar/eny uther guy wiv a felt tip pen:
- New bayby anmol is proclaymed prince ov the forest/kingdom/jungle/zoo/sea.
- Parents ar very prowd, tell the uther anmols, evrywun sings a song an duzz a darnse. Darnse must involv climin trees or roks, an fat anmol must fall off for comik effekt.
- Mummy/Daddy or both ar killed by hunters or fire/storm/flood/gettin lost/loozin wresling match wiv much bigger anmol/swallowd by larger fish.
- Littol Prince is sad an wanders off.
- Smaller, kewter or uglier anmol finds him an sez hey, yu hav to carry on an be King now. (Kew song abowt goin on an bein king now.)
- Prince goze home an fites an imposter king hoo sneekt in wile he waz owt.
- Prince is now King and evrywun sings a song an darnses. Elton John is sumtimes in this bit, or a scarey blak woman singer wiv reelly hi notes.
- Fade owt wiv new king lookin into sunset an thinkin ov Mummy an Daddy as smaller, kewter or uglier anmol sneeks up an smiles at him.
- The end.
- Go for a curry.
ENYWAY. We went to Granny's for the weekend and she had this cayke for Mummy!
(She cuddent fit 41 candols on it so Mummy had 4......)Now, Daddy had told Mummy abowt the Lion King seekrit at wun sekund arfter midnite, so I THORT I waz owt ov daynger ov tikkol torcher an let my gard down. Let that be a lesson to eny apprentiss spys owt thare- Do not, yung spywonerbee, ever, EVER, let yor gard be down-let. THIS video shows wy:
Rite. I'm off to try to get my hat off Grayum. Heez warin it bak to frunt, tryin to be a cool dood. I'm shor that Bear's in his sekund cub-hood.