{Pooh dusts himself off and turns with a smile. Grabbing on of the girls hands, he shakes it.} Pleased to meet you Flonne. My name is Winnie the Pooh, or Pooh for short! Ohoho! {Pooh looks at his wrist as though there were a watch there, and quickly panics and runs...erm...waddles off quickly.} So sorry Flonne, I must meet with Rabbit for lunch! Byeeeee!

E B G A M E S

Oh bother. How many pennies is 999999999999? You never said how much, just a number. {The bear strokes his chin with his right paw, his left holding the contents of his pocket.} Think, think, think...

K M A R T

Oh bother. {With a frown the bear digs through his pocket and pulls out a few cents, a button, and some lint.} Hmmm. How much exactly for a smackeral, my good fairy? {The bear looks up with a smile.}

{A yellow bear in a red shirt walks down the street as a rumble bellows forth from him.} Oh hoho! Oh bother! I appear to have a rumbly in my tumbly! {The bear looks up as he hears the catchy tune and walks towards it.} Oh my, a place to get a smackeral of honey? Hoho! {The bear approaches the counter and speaks to the fairy.} Hello there Miss. May I get a smackeral of honey? This Cirmilk would be fine too! {The bear rubs his belly as it rumbles.}

This is almost as dank as my special hunny pot~! Ohoho!

{The bear brings his paw from his chin and grabs a small coin from his left paw.} It's currency. Money. Christopher Robin gave me some...but I might not have enough to deal with the rumblies im my tumblies. {Another groan comes from the bear's stomach.}

{He catches the can and smiles, leaving nine cents on the counter.} Thanks Miss Fairy! {The bear waddles over to Gleamstar and their bowl, a smile upon his face.} Ohoho! Thank you Mister....erm...Miss...oh bother...thank you my purple friend! {Pooh bear picks up the bowl and takes a large gulp. Wiping his mouth after the sip he looks off suddenly. His attention shifts to somewhere obscure as his beady eyes dilate further.} I can see forever. {With a sudden shake, he returns to his normal self.} Well that stopped the rumbly in my tumbly!

Oh bother. I've been caught! {Pooh struggles to find his attacker, but cannot seem to turn around due to his stoutness.}