Tinky-Winky
and Po were sitting outside.
Narrator: "Come on, you can't stay
like this for ages. It's already a while ago that-"
Po: "Shut
up."
Narrator: "But-"
Po: "Look, we try to make it
work, but we're still losing control. So just shut up."
Narrator:
"Life's going on, let's get it started again!"
Tinky-Winky:
"We're not in the mood, alright?"
Po: "Yeah, we can't stop
thinking about how Dipsy murdered Laa-Laa. I don't understand –
where is the love?"
Tinky-Winky: "Exactly. I'm glad he's in
the institution now."
Po: "I never wanna see him
again."
Tinky-Winky: "I wanna see Laa-Laa."
Po: "Me
too."
Narrator:"Stop it! You're Teletubbies, you should be
happy!"
Tinky-Winky: "Only the little kiddo's still think
that, Nat."
Narrator: "Don't call me Nat, I hate that."
Po:
"Whoa, you're a great poet, Natty."
Narrator: "Po!"
Po
and Tinky-Winky smirked.
Narrator: "Uh... Other subject... Po, I
recieved this letter, it's for you."
Po opened the letter and
she gasped.
CLIFFHANGER
