Howard B. Wigglebottom Learns Too Much of a Good Thing is Bad/Transcript

Uncle Joe: Happy birthday, Howard!

Narrator: Shouted Uncle Joe as he brought in a big double fudge chocolate brownie sundae. Yum. Howard's favorite. It was seven in the morning and...

Howard: I can't have too much of a good thing. It's my birthday after all.

Narrator: But after he ate it, his tummy started to rumble and moan and groan and...

Howard: Oh my...

Narrator: He had no idea something so good could make him feel so bad.

Mom: Howard, it's time to get ready for school! Here are birthday treats to share with your friends after class.

Narrator: Howard looked inside the bag.

Howard: Mmm, bubblegum, my favorite.

Narrator: He said as he popped one in his mouth. One wasn't enough to even blow a baby bubble, so he decided to might be better. Maybe many more.

Howard: Get out too much of a good thing

Narrator: Before long, Howard had stuffed the whole bag of bubble gum in his mouth. He couldn't talk, his mouth was so full of gum that when the nicest girl in class asked if she could walk with him, all he could do was mumble and no words came out.

Howard: (mumbled speech)

Narrator: She said and walked away.

Nicest Girl: Oh, never mind.

Narrator: Howard walked by a balloon vendor on the way to school. How perfect. He thought...

Howard: It is my birthday after all, and I should have a balloon.

Narrator: He started to take one. Then he thought...

Howard: One might be nice. Maybe two. Maybe many more! Can't have too much of a good thing.

Narrator: When the man asked...

Balloon Salesman: How many?

Narrotor: Howard could only mumble.

Howard: (mumbled speech)

Narrator: Eighty-three ballons later, Howard's feet were no longer on the ground. He was flying.

Howard: This is so cool!

Narrator: Howard thought.

Howard: I let the breeze take me to school. That'll be a good thing.

Narrator: Just then, the little breeze became a big wind, and carried Howard high over and way passed his school. He got a little worried.

Howard: How will I ever get back?

Narrator: He wondered.

Howard: Oh, here come's a goose! Maybe he can help! That'll be a good thing!

Narrator: Oh, my! There were hundreds of geese flying towards his balloons!

(It's starting to rain.)

Howard: Oh, how nice. A little rain to cool me down. That will be a good thing.

Narrator: But it wasn't just a little rain. Howard was in the middle of a terrible storm. He couldn't tell the thunder and the balloons popping around him. Howard tried to yell through, but his mouth was so full of gum that one again only...

Howard: (mumbled yelling)

Narrator: ...came out. Then Howard looked down and saw his mom on a fire truck ladder and lots of people.

Mom: (gasps) Look out! Land on the trampoline!

Narrator: He was really scared.

Firemen: Just do it!

Narrator: Everyone yelled. Howard closed his eyes, counted to three, and let go.

(Howard let's go of the balloons.)

Narrator: On the way down, Howard decided to practice a few lips.

Howard: One was good. Two might be better. Maybe many more. (his pants fell off) Can't have too much of a good thing.

Narrator: Then, kirswack! He landed on the trampoline!

(His pants land on the trampoline as well.)

Narrator: But soon, he found himself in his mother's arms and that definitley was a good thing. Hours later, he was safe and warm at home.

Mom: I baked your favorite carrot cake! Because it's your birthday and you can have as many pieces as you like, watch TV and play games for as long as you wish tonight.

Howard: Hmm, maybe one, two, or many, many more.

Narrator: But Howard thought again. Howard had learned his lesson for the day after all. Too much of a good thing can turn into a bad thing.

Howard: Mom, one piece of cake and one hour for TV and games will be enough. Thank you.

Mom: Good for you! Happy birthday, Howard!

(Book/Animation ends.)