"She's
dead," Po whispered. She softly cried and Tinky-Winky looked at
Dipsy. He lay on the ground, unconscious.
"I'm going to kill
him," he felt more angry than ever before. Po grabbed his
hand.
"No, you're not!" she exclaimed, "Laa-Laa never would
have wanted you to be a murderer!"
Tinky-Winky sat down again,
and he looked at Laa-Laa's body. He couldn't believe it. It had to be
a nightmare.
"I have to do something," he murmured, "cutting
his stupid black hair, or something."
"It's a toupee," Po
whispered. Tinky-Winky looked at her, and then he also started to
cry.
"I need some fresh air."
When he came outside, he
heard the voice of the narrator.
"But Tinky-Winky, why such a
sad face?"
"Laa-Laa's dead, goddammit!" he suddenly
screamed. "Dipsy killed her!"
"Eh... Say hello?"
CLIFFHANGER
