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I’m walking through the fair, and then my mother says to her son (he’s 4 years old), “Son, look! Piggy is smiling at you.” and there..

-Vinny, Vinny, it’s me, Piglet. - shoot, Piglet... I won’t last long... they still got me... the wrong bees... the wrong honey... - it seems like it’s going to rain...

-Give me honey, please... -Jessie, look... -Get out of here, bitch! - Piglet, it seems these are some kind of wrong bees...