Yo. Jus' chillin' and catching up with today's Night Garden. The Pontipines (who are very small, and a family of, it appears, rather inbred, wooden clothes pegs), have been for a ride on the Ninky Nonk. The Ninky Nonk, for some bizarre reason best known to itself, but probably due to faulty wiring or some short circuit, has whizzed up and down trees and round branches like an epileptic rollercoaster on amphetamines, and has given the Pontipines some rather severe injuries since they've all just staggered out with little plasters all over themselves. Then, guess what, the Wattingers (the blue next-door neighbours) turned up, apparently to gloat.
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