Despite a raging temperature, Felix still has enough energy to play the game where he lines cars up nose-to-tail along the sofa and shouts, ‘Wait!’ at them, before allowing them to proceed, one by one, in a civilised fashion.
‘That’s nice, Oddkid, are you playing with your cars?’
‘No. They’re stuck in a traffic jam and I’m enforcing proper conduct. When I grow up, I want to be a Traffic Policeman’.
Even the fire engine isn't immune from this bureaucratic tyranny: ‘Wait, nee naa car! Wait!’ Never mind those poor souls burning to death in that building, order shall, nay must be maintained! Felix demands it.
An opening shot from Conan: I think you mean that the fire engine isn't immune.
ReplyDeleteYou have discovered the flaw in my otherwise brilliant plan to write a blog at the end of the day: too tired to proofread properly.
ReplyDeleteBut I see you've edited it.....
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