Flange the flange

   “Good evening Flange! How nice to see you again!” stated the Concierge politely.
   “Of course! It is always nice to see Flange the flange!” exclaimed Flange the flange rather arrogantly.

THE END

Sprinkler the furry bear

   “Oh my goodness!” exclaimed Sprinkler, who happened to be a furry bear, for no apparent reason. That is to say, he had said “Oh my goodness!” for no apparent reason, not that he was a furry bear for no apparent reason. It was very apparent that the reason Sprinkler was a furry bear was exactly that, that he was in fact a furry bear.
   “What’s the matter, dear?” asked Sprinkler’s Mum, another rather furry bear-type creature.
   “Nothing.” replied Sprinkler.
   “Well that’s all right then.” admitted Sprinkler’s Mum.

THE END

Mud and prams

   “Try it again,” suggested Mandragor the porcupine, who was coincidentally draped in smoggy blue jeans.
   “If you like, then I won’t!” replied Janz the large grapefruit.
   “But the prams won’t be very pleased,” pleaded alligator Simon, fancifully attired in purple breeches and a grey overcoat made entirely from bottle-tops.
   “They’ll just have to learn to cope with being stuck in the mud then,” interjected Captain Stupendous, the heroic foghorn, who wasn’t much of a pram fan it must be said.
   “Yes, let’s!” chorused the entire group.
   And so they did.

THE END

Then Birdie cried

   “Oh, brother!” exclaimed the turtle, who had recently picked up the habit of nonsensical rhyming [although, obviously, he broke the habit in that first statement. Unless ‘nonsensical rhyming’ means not rhyming at all...]
   “Fancy that!” semi-replied the facetious otter bedecked in a sparkling turban of green sweater.
   Hog the Tarkanian mystically retched a voluminous wedge from the underground maintenance puddle of his otherwise stationary bicycle.
   In contrast, the weather stale-ified progressively from winter to umbrella-season and hunting was on the prowl.
   “Legumes!!!” cried Birdie (saving the author from this degenerating SSS™).

THE END

Randolph and The Tree

   “Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!!!” cried Randolph (who was obviously a pirate).
   The Tree decided that Randolph was being a bit loud and proceeded to sit on him, which was quite painful for Randolph, since The Tree weighed more than an average African elephant.

THE END

Lazy returns

Back to some copy and paste. Not only that, Liv's seen that one before... Gotta put in more effort...

Frank the Cat

   “Moooooo!!!” growled Frank (the Cat).

THE END