I own none of this stuff. Labyrinth belongs to somebody else.
"So, he says to her, 'The vay forrvard is sometimes back.' I mean, can you believe the junk he says. He's vorrse than a forrtune cookie," the hat mumbled shaking its head.
Unperturbed the chicken merely clucked and went off in search of food.
"I see how it is, fine, don't stay and listen."
Looking down, the hat frowned at the snoring wise man.
"Hey, vake up, I'm borred herre!" the hat shouted, muttering to himself when the old man hit him with his collection box and went back to sleep.
"Therre arre so many people I could have belonged to, but no, you had to buy me. I get to be the hat of the guy who speaks like a fortune cookie. You know vhat? If I go to sleep and wake up, you'll still be sleeping. All you ever do is sleep and spout out philosophical nonsense."
Several hours later, the hat looked down again.
"Could you at least turrn so I could count the leaves of a differrnt bush?"
Again, several hours pass.
"All right I lied, I admit it, it's not stimulating being yourr hat. Therre, arre you happy?!"