[ Poob had been throwing a party in his little apartment with all of his friends—except MR. He didn’t like MR.. He always thought he was weird. He stood next to Pest as he spoke to him in a very cheerful mood—drinking punch with a glass of it in his hand . ]

“Do u lik this partay??” [ He smiled—having a “:3” face expression, he fixed his party hat and blew his party horn, giggling . ]