It Looks Like A Bothering Sort Of

Promise You Won't Forget Me, Ever. Not Even When I'm A Hundred.

Come, Come, Come. Without A Monster Or Two It's Not A Quest, Merely A Gaggle Of Friends Wandering About.

For I Am A Bear Of Very Little Brain, And Long Words Bother Me.

Dig A Little Deeper. Think Of Something That We've Never Thought Of Before.

When You See Someone Putting On His Big Boots, You Can Be Pretty Sure That An Adventure Is Going To Happen.