The Yellow Duck Meets Some Tiger Scouts

After his visit to the children's museum, the Yellow Duck reluctantly agreed to visit PrimeTime offices again. The Editor needed him to take some pictures for the SA Kids website, and he only agreed to come in on the promise that Miss Kitty would be hidden away.

"That cat doesn't like me," he informed the Editor. "I refuse to come if she's there."

The Editor assured him the cat would not bother him, and suggested he come through the back. The Yellow Duck liked that idea even less.

"I'll fall in the big barrels of ink again!" he protested. "I had a bath last week! I don't need another one for another two days!"

"Well, if you don't climb on the barrel, you won't fall in!" the Editor said.

"That's true," the Yellow Duck said thoughtfully. That had never occurred to him. "Can I bring my friends, Toad and Ms. Fish?"

"Sure," the Editor said.

Ms. Fish couldn't go, but Toad came along with the Yellow Duck to Primetime. The Yellow Duck's mom dropped them off and promised to be back in an hour. Toad and the Yellow Duck snuck in the back door, relieved to find Miss Kitty was not waiting. They waddled back to the offices and were surprised by what they saw. Five little boys and their moms were standing in the offices.

"What's all this about?" Toad asked, looking confused. "Why are they here?"

"I don't know," the Yellow Duck said. "Let's just get our picture taken and get out. If we hurry, we can get home in time to go swimming. It's warm enough today."

"Ok," Toad agreed. The little boys were all dressed alike, which confused Toad. He asked the Editor why they were all dressed alike.

"They are Tiger Cubs, which is part of Boy Scouts," the Editor said.

"Tigers!" Toad looked scared. "Tigers eat frogs!" The Yellow Duck rolled his eyes. After posing for some pictures, the Yellow Duck and Toad were wondering through the back of the offices around the printing press. The Yellow Duck was looking longingly at a barrel of ink.

"It's so messy, but so fun," he said ruefully. "I can jump to the top!" Toad bragged.

"No Toad! Don't!" the Yellow Duck cried.

But it was too late. Toad had began bouncing on the barrels, and had fallen into a barrel halfway in the pile.

"Help!" he croaked. "I'm stuck in the ink!"

"Can you help my friend?" the Yellow Duck waddled over to the workmen. "Please?

"It's that talking duck again!" Wally exclaimed.

"Is he stuck again?" a man yelled.

"No, my friend Toad is," the Yellow Duck exclaimed.

Wally climbed up a ladder and peered into the barrel. "Hey, it's a talking toad!"

As Toad was whisked away to be cleaned up, the Yellow Duck was met by the Editor. "Will you pose with the Tiger Cubs?" she asked.

"Sure," the Yellow Duck said. "As long as you keep Miss Kitty away."

The Yellow Duck posed for some pictures with the Tiger Cubs. They were very nice, and posed for several pictures.

The Yellow Duck said goodbye and waddled away. After Toad was cleaned up, they were picked up by his mom.

"How was it boys?" she asked.

"Better," said the Yellow Duck. "I didn't fall in."

"I did," Toad grumbled. "Someone should have warned me about those barrels."

"The Tiger Cubs were nice," the Yellow Duck said.

"Would you boys want to be in Tiger Cubs?" his mother asked.

"Hmmmm," the Yellow Duck and Toad thought. "Maybe. We'll think about it!"

Later that evening, the Yellow Duck wrote a note to the Editor:

Dear Editor,

Thank you for taking our picture. Toad is sorry he fell in, though sorrier you wouldn't let him make frog prints. We are glad Miss Kitty was away. Toad says he's not coming back soon- he may be a Tiger Cub himself! Can Tiger Cubs eat flies and bugs?

Always,

The Yellow Duck