Narrator: On a bright, spring day, Snuffy spent the whole morning flying over Smiling Meadow. Narrator: He was practicing his skywriting— (Dissolve to all of him.) —and he was having an especially good time, when suddenly... Snuffy: Uh-oh, I'm out of smoke. I guess I'd better go back to the airport and fill up. Snuffy: I really love smelling all the spring flowers. They smell so good. (He inhales.) Ah well, time to go home. Snuffy: Whoaaaaaaa!!! Snuffy: Whooooooaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Narrator: Poor Snuffy began to fly out of control. In fact, he almost flew right into— Snuffy: Whoaaaaaaa!!!