Don't go to the circus.
...yelling doesn't make a thing any more possible.
They would all be sorry... particularly the duck.
There's no way the new chimney will fall down, Lu. Not with you in charge. It wouldn't dare.
Been having a fight with your blankets, Septimus?" A familiar voice echoed down the chimney. "Looks like you lost," the voice continued with a chuckle. "Not wise to take on a pair of blankets, lad. One, maybe, but two blankets always gang up on you. Vicious things, blankets.
You can't just rattle it off like a demented parrot.