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Where did Mr. Snippy boldly go?

Be he up high, or way deep down below?

I asked a hatted lady for advice,

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She was not very nice.

I rolled into an art store by surprise,

Procured then I some snazzy art supplies.

And made new Snippy's fashion sense worthwhile,

To meet his destiny in fancy style.

New Snip and I conversed of many things,

Like alien thieves and gifts that Santa brings.

Of how old Snippy is a clumsy chap,

For falling into every kind of trap.

And Pilot, daring, loyal, sound of mind,

How he would leave balloons of red behind,

And fashion us a gracious flying masheen,

Upon day one six oh plus seventeen.

Then finally, poor Engie, bunkered down,

Awaits his new adventure of renown,

For things aren't always simple as they seem,

When you belong to Captain's precious team.