(Raises his hand to knock, stops)
But, come to think of it, ol` buddy Herbert Birdsfoot usually takes a bath this time of day.
(raises, pause)
He may not like being bothered, you know, sitting in his warm tubby, having to go answer the door.
(pause)
I know I wouldn`t; I mean, there he is, sitting all nice and warm in his tubby, then have to get out, just because someone is pounding on the door. There he`d be standing, all wet and sudsy, just because I came over to borrow his vacuum cleaner.
(pause)
He might be so mad, he wouldn`t lend me his vacuum cleaner. He might think I wouldn`t give it back. I would, but he might not think so.
(pause, Ernie is starting to get annoyed)
He might -- he might go around telling my friends not to lend me anything anymore. And then -- and then people wouldn`t lend me anything anymore. They might not play with me, they might not even talk to me anymore.
(by now Ernie is really upset)
Why I -- I used to have a lot of friends around here -- before that rotten ol` Herbert Birdsfoot started shooting off his mouth!
(pounds furiously on the door. HB answers it, fully dressed)
Herbert Birdsfoot: (pleasantly) Why hello, Ernie. How can I help you?
Ernie: (furious) Oh yeah?! Well if that`s the way you feel about it, you can just keep your rotten ol` vacuum cleaner, you--!!!
(marches off, leaving Herbert very surprised)