The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking Page #3

March!

Nice meeting you.

Aah!

Thank goodness I only have you

and Alfonso to worry about.

Alfonso?

Her name is Pippi Longstocking.

And she's come to live here.

I don't know what got into you two.

How could you do something like this?

Here, darling.

Oh, thank you.

I'm-I'm so confused.

That house stands empty

for heaven knows how many years.

Suddenly in the middle of the night,

some 11-year-old terror moves in.

I know. Our kids

seem to love it.

You should've seen them.

Uh, uh, a flying horse.

How do we even know that

it's her father's house?

You can be sure I'm going to

get to the bottom of this.

I'm tired.

Keep your head still, Alfonso.

Hi. We're running

a little late this morning.

Oh, those are for you, Annika and Tommy.

Thanks. A real sword.

Did you wash behind your ears?

You can't expect a horse

to do for himself.

Shh. He thinks

he's just like us.

Okay, you can go out

and play now.

But don't tease Mr. Neilson, or

you'll have to come right back in.

All right. Next on the list.

Ahh, nothing

like a morning bath.

But, Pippi, you've got

all your clothes on!

That's because it's laundry day.

Well, that's enough of that. There

is such a thing as being too clean.

You'll catch your death of cold

if you stand around like that.

Since when do people die

from being wet?

That's what my mom always says.

Well, now that you mention it,

I do remember one time at the North

Pole when I was so frozen...

after swimming with some seals and some Eskimo

kids that I had to dry myself off like this.

See?

That was easy.

Now we're ready for a game.

Game of what? Rub-a-dub-dub scrubbing day.

It's my favorite day.

Everything's soapy, so we might

as well scrub the floor.

Scrub the floor?

That's not a game.

You wanna bet?

Oh, Pippi, what a mess!

Here, put these on

and follow me.

I put my scrubbing shoes on.

And I never get the blues

on Monday morning.

Yeah, yeah.

This dust'll be a goner.

As I hit each dirty corner

without warning.

Yeah, yeah.

Throwing soapsuds everywhere We're

being careful very careful.

To enjoy ourselves

each step of the way.

Scrubbing day is a holiday.

And the game we play

is as wild as it can get.

Scrubbing day is my favorite day.

'Cause on scrubbing day

we make everything get wet.

The greater the confusion I have come

to the conclusion things get cleaner.

Oh, yeah.

The white is whiter Red

is redder Blue is bluer.

And the green gets greener.

Yeah, yeah.

Throwing water everywhere There

is a feeling in the air.

That any minute

we could all float away.

Everybody Scrubbing

day is a holiday.

And the game we play

is as wild as it can get.

Scrubbing day is my favorite day.

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