The odd little boy with the body of a toy and the neck that works like a spring seemed forever in a jam. But at London's Stoll Theater last week, Little Noddy had plenty of friends. All he had to do when in trouble was to peer over the footlights and cry: "You'll help me, won't you, children?"—and hundreds of squeaky voices would answer: "Of course we will, Noddy. Of course!" In the six years since Author Enid Blyton first put him into a book. Little Noddy has amassed a formidable following.
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