Narrator: It was a fine, summer morning in Tarrytown. Narrator: A perfect day for little Snuffy to do what he liked best—Skywriting. (Dissolve to a close-up of him.) Skywriting was something that he was very, very good at. Narrator: But there were other things that Snuffy didn't know how to do— (Snuffy traces the stem and turns the center yellow on the end of this; he flies o.s.) —and this is the story of one of them. Tracy: Come on, Herky! Let's go hide! Snuffy: (from o.s; under end of previous) ...Five...uh...six... [Animation goof: Jay Jay and Snuffy have switched positions in the overview.]