Mr. Men and Little Misses is copyright Roger Hargreaves
Mr. Mix-Up had to be, by far, the most unorganized person you could ever meet.
Whenever he talked, he always got confused and digressed from his original topic. And in the end, he would always up wondering what he was talking about. Also, he kept doing things wrong most of the time.
One day, he was having breakfast in his cottage. "Oh, dear," he said. "Do I pour the cereal with the box opened or closed?" He tried it the box closed, but nothing came out.
"Open it is." he said. And so, he ate breakfast.
After that, he took a walk and soon, he met Mr. Rude.
"Hello, Rister Mude...er, Mr. Rude." he said.
"Who's Rister Mude?" Mr. Rude replied sourly.
"Uh, yes," said Mr. Mix-Up. "Yes, I'm, uh...I'm uh..."
"Mad as a hornet!" said Mr. Rude.
"Mad as a hornet!" Mr Mix-Up repeated, then suddenly realizing that's not what he wanted to say. "No, no, I'm not. I'm bad as a cornet...no, as bad as...as...oh, what was I saying?"
"Nothing!" snapped Mr. Rude. "Just standing there babbling like an idiot!"
"Hey, who-who's abbling like a bidiot?" Mr. Mix-Up muttered again. "Who's...uh...I think I should be going now." he said finally.
"Sounds good to me," Mr. Rude replied, and he stalked off, leaving Mr. Mix-Up wondering once again what he wanted to say.
Mr. Mix-Up then decided to go visit Mr. Happy.
"Hello, Mr. Mix-Up." said Mr. Happy.
"A-afternoon, Hister, uh, Mr. Happy." said Mr. Mix-Up.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," he quivered as he talked to Mr. Happy. "I keep doing things the wrong way, and I usually can't keep my mind on anything I'm trying to say."
"Well," said Mr. Happy. "When you talk, you could pause for a few seconds, and then you'll know what you want to say."
"Good idea," said Mr. Mix-Up. And with that, he went home. For several days, he spent his time in front of the mirror practicing his speech and in a month, he went for another walk.
After about five minutes, he met Mr. Rude again.
"Hello, Mr. Rude," he said. "Lovely morning, isn't it?"
"Maybe to you, it is." said Mr. Rude. "And even though you sound better now, I still think you're an idiot." He walked off again.
And from that day forward, Mr. Mix-Up never got mixed up again.
"Thank you, Nister Marrator."
Well, almost never.
THE END