I asked Papa to shoot a video while I show you what I learned from Mr. K.
But Papa made an awful blunder.
So I only have some stills.
OK, look at me.
Mom: "Down."
Yes, Mom.
Mom: "Stay."
Yes, Mom.
I can stay for quite a long time.
Mom: "Weave."
Yes, Mom.
Mom, I have a problem.
Mom: "What, my sweet Bobby Lee?"
Your legs are too short to perform smoothly like with Mr. K.
Mom in a whisper: "Don't say that in front of people! I'll shoot you!"
Bang! Bang, bang!
Ow, ugh~
I'm dying.
Mom: "Good. You might become a cheap actor, boy."
Mom, I wanna become a celebrity! Not a cheap actor.
I won't play with you anymore.
I'll go home!
Mom: "Don't be mad at me, Bobby Lee. Why don't you have some water?"
I don't like you. I'm going home.
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