MisteRogers' Neighborhood1968

Robert Redgate:
Are we off the air?

Lady Aberlin:
I think so.

Stagehand:
Yeah, we're off the air.

Robert Redgate:
[singing; to Hildegarde] A windstorm would blow all our bubbles away.

Lady Aberlin:
[singing] Our business would suffer pain.

Friendly Frank the Porpoise:
[singing] A windstorm would give us a terrible day.

Robert Redgate, Lady Aberlin, Friendly Frank the Porpoise:
So please don't mention a windstorm again. Not again. Not again.

Hildegarde Hummingbird:
You mean I am not to speak the truth in Bubbleland?

Robert Redgate:
Not about a foolish idea like a windstorm.