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Being a puppet has turned out to be rather..interesting..for the WWII paratrooper. Like now, for instance. George is sitting in one of the large chairs by the fire jacked up on apple juice and way to much chocolate for a felted little man's own good. Bounceing in the chair he seems to be humming along to an assortment of songs rangeing all the way from Benny Goodman down to Spike Jones and the Andrews Sisters. An interesting assortment to say the least.
George kicks his little jumpbooted feet that barely manage to hang over the edge of the chair much like the way an antsy child would. "OhhHHhHH Wheeeeere is Triiiiiigger and BiiIIiiiIill!" he starts to sing in his little puppety way. "Theeeee shoOOOOOOO-O-O-OOOoow needs a gooooo and a plLLLLLlloot! And more APPLE JUUUUICE!"
Feel free to bother him if you're brave enough.
George kicks his little jumpbooted feet that barely manage to hang over the edge of the chair much like the way an antsy child would. "OhhHHhHH Wheeeeere is Triiiiiigger and BiiIIiiiIill!" he starts to sing in his little puppety way. "Theeeee shoOOOOOOO-O-O-OOOoow needs a gooooo and a plLLLLLlloot! And more APPLE JUUUUICE!"
Feel free to bother him if you're brave enough.