Mr. Frumble

Mr. Frumble takes a walk through Busytown.He buys himself a newspaper.   He reads it while he walks.  Please watch where you are going, Mr. Frumble!               ----WET  CEMENT----       SPLISH!             SPLOTCH!  Mr. Frumble falls into wet cement.    Now he needs a new suit.   Mr. Frumble goes to the tailer.  He tries on a new suit.  RIPPP!  go the stitiches.  Please be careful, Mr. Frumble.   Wearing his new suit,Mr. Frumble leaves the tailer.The wind blows off his hat.   It lands in sticky street tar.  Watch your step, Mr. Frumble!    ZLIP! ZWATCH!   Poor Mr. Frumble!  Poor new siut!   Mr. Frumble needs a rest. He goes  to Mr. Racoon's Coffee Shop.  He sits dawn on a stool and asks Mr. Racoon for a glass of milk.  "Mr. frumble, could you please look after the shop for five minutes?" says Mr. Racoon. "I have to go to the bank for a roll of coins."  Uh-oh, Mr. Racoon, I do'nt think that is a very good idea!   As soon as Mr. Racoon goes out,Hilda Hippo comes in. Mr. Frumble politely gets up from his stool.  RIPPP! go his pants.  Mr. Frumble runs quickly behind the counter.   "I'm so thirsty from shopping, I need something to drink," says Hilda.  Mr. Frumble offers her a glass of water. He tries to turn on the tap, but it comes off in his hand.  SWUSH!  Hilda runs away screaming.   Across the street at the bank, Mr.  Racoon waits his turn in line. THere are many customers ahead of him.  At the Coffee Shop, Mr.  Frumble plugs the water sprout with a rag.   Then he goes to look for a mop.  He opens a door.  It is the refrigeratr door. Inside he finds some ice cream.  "Mmmm!" he says, placing the box on the stove.   Just as Mr. Frumble finds the mop, he knocks over a stack of plates.  CRASH!  Oh, dear! The ice cream is melting. It's running down the front of the stove.  At the bank, it is Mr. Racoon's turn at the windowat last.  But he just as he gets there, the window closes.  He goes to another line.  Then Bananas Gorilla enters the Coffrr Shop.   Bananas wades througrh the water, ice cream, and broken plates.  "I just  have to have a banana milk shake!" he says.  Mr. Frumble peels some bananasand puts them into the mixer.  But he can't find the cover for the machine.  He switcheson the mixer anyway.   WWRRR! FLITCH! FLATCH!  Bits of banana fly eveerywhere.  they stick to everything, even the ceiling!  Bananas Gorila is terrified! He runs away.   At long last Mr. Racoon gets his roll of coins from the bank.  "I certainly wasn't very lucky at the bank today!" he says to himself.  "Poor Mr. Frumble. I hope he didn't mind waiting so long for me in the Coffee Shop."   I don't think Mr. Racoon knows just how unlucky he has been today, do you?