[Weaving your way through crowds when you're only four feet tall can be a major challenge sometimes, and with another bout of festival preparations under way, the crowds are thicker than ever.]

Excuse me, coming through, could you please move just a little to the-- just to the left, please, I can't get a clear shot--

OOF!!

[His very polite little voice is cut off as he manages to get tripped up in the tangled forest of legs all around him, instinctively grabbing for the nearest thing to prevent his fall: June's arm.

Needless to say her arm doesn't do much to stop his weight and so he goes crashing down, possibly bringing the lady down with him.]