Toons, toons! All CBBC is ever talking about these days is toons! And I don't want a stinky sheep named Shaun, I want my monster friends from Scream Street! If you choose another cartoon in this quiz, you're doomed!
Thursday, 4 August 2022
Parental Love & Power
I also learnt about power. Although I haven't reached that bit in my Me, You, And My Little Pony story yet, Spike learnt that with great power, comes great responsibility, and he could use the power of the necklace Wysteria gave him for his birthday to help the young boy Alonso change the terrifying dragons in his stable back into small, friendly, happy little dragons and reunite them with the Princess Ponies.
Goin' Out!
Mum and I went on this amazing trip while our daft old bag of a grandma was at hospital. We had a picnic in the car and we went out for a walk by the river. We also got a bar of Cadbury's Dairy Milk to celebrate our first time out together in a year. We helped the environment too, by putting people's rubbish into the bin. There was a hazard for dogs too, there's no barrier near the river, so when people take their dog for a walk, they won't know the dog would leap into the river and get swept away.
LOOK AFTER YOUR PETS! Responsibly.
Me, You, And My Little Pony: Would Be Dragonslayer
“Spike…Spike! Wake up!” Wysteria’s glistening words coaxed Spike out of bed. “Happy birthday,” she smiled. “A-ha! At last, someone seems to remember my birthday.” Spike smiled, “Can’t seem to remember the times when everybody forgot it was my birthday last year, and last year, and last year, and last year, and last year.” “This time I didn’t forget.” said Wysteria, and from behind her back she produced a beautiful pearl necklace which looked like an undersea clam. Inside it was a small blue gem. “A necklace? Wow! I’ve never been given a necklace before.” “This is to thank you for making me a princess,” explained Wysteria. How Spike hugged Wysteria, as he had never hugged her before.
After breakfast, Spike went on his daily rounds of Ponyville. He decided to check on his friends to see how they’re doing. Furaha and Minty were putting up balloons all across the square. They were in different colours - orange, purple and yellow. When they saw Spike approaching, they told Spike to back away from the balloons. “Why?” asked Spike. “Because it’s…er…for a parade. Yes, a parade.” said Furaha. “To honour..er..the most famous pony in Ponyville!”
Squash
Bandit and Uncle Stripe have been brothers ever since the beginning of Bluey. When a father has a brother, it makes him an uncle. But this time, their offspring have the power to control them in a game of squash, just like how people play '80s video games. In fact, Bandit and Uncle Stripe spent their childhood in the '80s, and next week, it'll be all about Fairytale!
Welcome To The Family: Dads Rockin' Out!
“Happy birthday, Dad!” came the happy cries of Bluey as we all sat in the living room giving Bandit his birthday presents. It was the greatest, most exciting day of his life - besides Father’s Day of course. He had got a lot of presents - a football shirt, a shower kit, a mug with ‘World’s Best Dad’ on it and a small statue of an elephant and its baby, with ‘I Love You, Dad’ on it. “What about my birthday? Can’t forget about old Mike!” said Mr Watson. “It’s Bandit’s birthday, darling,” said Mrs Watson, “Let him open his presents.” Uncle Stripe gave him a guitar shaped present. Bandit tore off the wrapping paper, and saw it was a real electric guitar, with a shiny red coat of paint! We all gasped and ooh-ed in excitement. “Yeah! Rock out, babe!” cried Bandit. Uncle Stripe screamed in excitement as Bandit began to play some awesome notes from his guitar. All of us kids got up and danced, but the parents just covered their ears.
And that was it. From this day on, Bandit couldn’t stop playing the guitar. He played it when we were having breakfast, he played it while us kids were at school, he even played it while he was on the toilet. When he was driving us to school he would sing loud rock songs which we enjoyed, occasionally stopping to phone Chilli. The guitar was an expensive buy, but it was so awesome! Sometimes, Uncle Stripe would get out our toy drum kit and play they’re in a rock band, crashing and screeching all day much to Aunt Trixie and Chilli’s annoyance. Then, came the biggest problem of all.
Bandit liked to play music at night. When he did that, we would cover our heads with pillows and get 3% of a good night’s sleep. Bandit would wake up tired, and refuse to drop us off at school, so he just lay down on the sofa and had a good long nap. Chilli had enough, and one day, she and Aunt Trixie decided to take revenge on Bandit. While Bandit was taking a nap, and while we were at school, Chilli took his guitar and went outside with it, putting it in the rubbish. When Bandit woke up, he saw that the guitar wasn’t there. “Pearly? Pearly!” he cried. Pearly was the name of his guitar. He looked all around the house, but he couldn’t find Pearly anywhere. Upset with himself, he slumped upstairs and lay on his and Chilli’s bed with bloodshot eyes and bags right under them. We all slept well the following night, but Bandit lay awake, thinking about Pearly.
Later the following evening while we were having dinner, we were listening to Radio 5, which was playing nice, gentle selections of classical music for the modern family. Bandit felt sneaky and turned over to Radio 2, which played loud rock n roll music. He began to use the fork he was holding as a drumstick, and bashed on his plate and the radio in time with the music. We all looked up from our food and began to make music too, laughing as we joined in with our Aussie maestro Bandit. Chilli facepalmed. “I give in, you win,” she said, digging into the rest of her sausages and chips.
At bedtime that night, Bandit was just about to go downstairs and join Chilli for some me time, when suddenly he heard Bingo groaning from inside our room. He went back in and saw his daughter struggling to get to sleep. Bandit crept up to her and knelt down by her bed. She leant closer towards her and began to whisper a lullaby into her ear:
“Lullaby and goodnight,
Bandit’s here through the night,
Never fear, Bingo dear,
To Dreamland you go…”
As he sang, we all yawned and snuggled into bed too, for we might as well get a peaceful night now that Bandit has resorted to lullabies. Chilli was watching from outside our room, the light from the hallway shining into our room. She smiled, and a tear came into her eye. Bandit sung it to Bingo for every night onwards, until she was old enough to go to college.
At college, Bingo found a cassette tape in her box of things. She placed it into the cassette player and heard Bandit’s lullaby once again. She felt her heartstrings being tugged by the soothing vocals, and she was moved to tears. “Thanks, dad,” she said. Suddenly, her roommate Lila came crashing in. “Hey, what are we waiting for? Art class is already starting!” Bingo wiped away her tears and took Lila’s paw. Both ran out of the door as the lullaby trailed out of the room and through the hallways, delighting every college student who came past.
THE END.
Wednesday, 3 August 2022
The Quiet Alley
It's the story of a bowling alley worker who just wants a little peace and quiet....
Welcome To The Family: Feathers Forever
One day in the garden, I was playing tag with my cousins B-245 and Gumdrop. Gumdrop and I were laughing as we tried to chase B-245, who was very good at finding the best hiding places and trying to get away from us. “You’ll never catch me!” called B-245, pulling a funny face. “Not for long you won’t!” I called, then I turned to Gumdrop. “Come on, Gumdrop, let’s teach that B-245 a thing or two about how Tag is supposed to be played!” “Yeah!” cried Gumdrop. We were having a wonderful time. It was a warm, sunny day, just fine for playing tag. Someone fell out of the tree, which caught my eye. “Hey…” I said, wandering over to the thing. It was a big white pigeon feather. Maybe it was pulled out or shed by another bird, I thought. I stroked it across my arm. It felt very light and tickly. I decided to go and show my cousins.
“Hey! You two!” I called out, “Come and see this! It’s a feather.” I said. “A feather?” asked B-245, “How’s it going to continue our Tag game?” I lifted the feather above my head and waved it in the air. “Aaargh! Tickle monster attack!” screamed Gumdrop, and she and B-245 ran for it as I ran after them. After a little while, I pounced onto B-245 and tickled her chest with the soft, grey feather. How she laughed! “Hey, stop it!” she cackled. “How do you like it now?” I asked, but B-245 wasn’t ready to give up yet, she snatched the feather and tickled me, until I was lying on the grass next to her, laughing loudly.
Later, I snuck back into the house with my feather and saw Palm, Teresa and Duane relaxing on the sofa. “Maybe I could give them a tickle,” I said, and I sneaked up behind the sofa whereas the parents weren’t looking. “Nothing much happens in every day of my life, mum,” said Duane to his mother Teresa. “Yes, you do, you play with the kids, what else have you got?” said Teresa. “You know what? I’m fancying a little adventure in my life, something to look forward to, to cheer on like a team in a footie match, something- HA HA HA HA HA!” It was me, tickling Duane with a feather. “Now you’ve got adventure on your hands right there, Duay-Duay,” laughed Teresa, but it wasn’t long until she was tickled herself. Zura, Cookie and Candy raced downstairs to see what was going on, but it wasn’t long until Palm was tickled next. “Hey, stop!” he boomed, while Zura and the two pups cracked up laughing.
I leapt out from behind the sofa and began to tickle Zura. “Stop tickling our grandma and dad!” cried Cookie. “I’ve got this feather, what else could I do to spice up a little bit of laughter in your life?”
Brum At The Bowling Alley
When I saw this picture of Brum, I knew I had to add it into my document containing my story of The Quiet Alley. Just talks about how much of a vibrant story it is.
The Quiet Alley
Mr Newman is the owner of the local bowling alley. The only problem is, he doesn’t like all the noises that the bowling alley has to offer. While he was sitting at his desk reading his favourite comic, the noise would come at him from outside. Pins being knocked over, children screaming in joy, strike screens…all of this was too much for Mr Newman, and every night he would come home stressed, dreading the day ahead. Sometimes, he wished he didn’t work for the bowling alley and worked for the local cafe instead, because cafes are much quieter. He would sit at his desk the next day with a pillow over his head, dreaming that he would quit this very bowling alley any minute.
One day, a new spa opened up in town. Posters were put up talking about how wonderful the spa was, and on his way to work, Mr Newman spotted one of the posters, and thought it would be fun to go there to escape the noise. He still had enough change he received from the people who come to his bowling alley, so maybe it would be nice to ditch his job and have a little ‘me time’ in his life. He never had spa treatment in years, not since the original spa, Silky Salon, got knocked down and replaced with a loud, noisy roller rink. So he hot-footed it to the spa, and when he got there, it was a beautiful sight: the spa was bright blue, with a waterfall outside it and some exotic, tropical flowers.
Mr Newman booked his spa appointment, and he was offered one straight away. He sat in a chair and had his nails trimmed. The spa lady looked so beautiful, that Mr Newman wished he could ditch his recently divorced wife and marry her instead. The spa lady then treated Mr Newman to a pedicure. “Oh, that’s divine,” he sighed. “Don’t ask us, dear, it’s just our job,” said the lady. Next, he had a haircut, and it didn’t hurt a bit, even when they used a big hairdrying machine on his head, and he was given a copy of his favourite magazine. He was even given a cup of tea. This was the life.
However, when he was relaxing in the hot tub, he began to think about the bowling alley. He missed all the noises, all the flashing lights, and all of his friendly customers who come to eat cheesy nachos with cola. The lady came up to him, but he was all worried. “Enjoying your stay, love?” she said. “No. I’m actually worried about my bowling alley. I wanted to get away because of all the noise, but now I regret doing that.” said Mr Newman. “What can I do?” The lady thought for a minute, then she put her hand on his shoulder. “You have to learn to accept things as they are. When you go with the flow with things, it just so happens that you can get used to your crummy job and make it a happy one.” Mr Newman thought for a moment, then said, “I think you’re right, actually. I think I like my job at the bowling alley after all.”
For the rest of the day, he had a day off. He ate green salad and chocolate cake at a cafe, he swung on the swings in the playground and practised tennis with his best friend Dennis. When he went to bed, he kept thinking the same thing:
“I must go back to the bowling alley.
I must go back to the bowling alley.”
When he awoke the next morning, he looked at the calendar. Today was his birthday! “Well, fancy that,” he said, “A perfect time to come back to the bowling alley.” He brushed his teeth, ate his breakfast, put on his clothes and dashed to the bowling alley. When he came to the front door, he heard chanting from inside. “Mr Newman! Mr Newman!” It sounded like a large crowd was chanting his name. “I wonder what they’re chanting my name for?” he asked, and crept inside.
When he got into the alley, he was greeted by a cheering crowd and lots of confetti and balloons falling from above. “Happy birthday, Mr Newman!” shouted the crowd as the spa lady from earlier wheeled in a huge, enormous bowling pin cake. “And we made you this cake, just to appreciate how much you love your job. Any words before you cut it?” Mr Newman hemmed and hawed, struggling for words. Then he cleared his throat and said, “Thank you for making me the head of this bowling alley. I’m very lucky to have everyone who comes here as my closest friends!” The cheering started up again as Mr Newman stepped forward to cut the giant cake.
Suddenly, BOOM! The cake exploded and bits of cream and icing flew everywhere onto the crowd, onto the spa lady and onto Mr Newman. Everyone laughed, even Mr Newman. Oh well, it’s no good having peace and quiet when you’ve got a job full of friends!
THE END.
Featherwand
Heavy! Bingo is armed with a white, blue and yellow feather that can make anything heavy from light, and Bandit, Chilli and Bluey are all having problems of their own. Bluey is forced to brush her teeth and eat cereal like a real dog, Bandit thinks everything he picks up has heavy fibre and Chilli is forced to write the address for Chloe's party invitations on her arm, which goes down her leg. It's up to our good friend Bluey to stop Bingo before she goes insane!
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