|"I hope Wiggle likes cake", said Guinness.
"If she doesn't, that means more for ME!" Patrick O'Malley declared.
The sheepies wrapped the cake, got their paper work together and
scrambled into the Buick to ride over to see Mr. Furless.
They looked at each other and knew they were all thinking the same
thing. "One last fight for old time's sake".
So they snarled at each other and raced to get the best seat in the
car... Just like musical chairs, only two could have window seats.
Odd dog in the middle.
"What are we doing?" cried Henry. "We are wasting time!
Let's go get our WiggleBus!"... and off they went.