Rob Brydon - Doctor Ted CBeebies Bedtime Stories

Now then, I need you to be a very good bear

while I listen to your chest.

Hmm.

Right.

I think I better take your temperature as well.

HE SIGHS

Oh! Right, well...

I think that you need a little cup of juice,

and a nice hot water bottle to make you feel better, OK?

Ooh! Hello!

I'm Rob.

Teddy's not feeling very well today.

So I thought I could be his doctor and try to fix him.

What do you think will make him feel better?

Oh? I think he needs some pink milk and a biscuit.

Maybe some cake!

Now then.

In tonight's bedtime story, Ted can't find the doctor.

So he decides it's time for him to take over.

The story's by Andrea Beaty and Pascal Lemaitre,

and it's called Doctor Ted.

One morning, Ted woke up, got out of bed, and bumped his knee.

"That's not good!" thought Ted.

"I need a doctor."

He looked everywhere, but couldn't find one.

Since Ted couldn't find a doctor, he became a doctor.

Now, Doctor Ted didn't have an office.

So he made one.

Doctor Ted didn't have a big bandage,

so he made one of those, too.

"Now all I need is a patient," he thought.

So he waited for one to arrive.

He waited,

and he waited,

and he waited.

"Nice waiting room," thought Doctor Ted, and then he waited some more.

"I think it's time for a house call," he thought.

"Hello?" he called.

Doctor Ted's mother was in the kitchen.

"You have measles," said Doctor Ted.

"We should operate."

"Those are my freckles!" said his mother.

"Come on, it's time for breakfast."

At school, Doctor Ted sat in the third row of Mrs Johnson's class.

All around him children coughed, sniffled and sneezed.

Doctor Ted smiled.

"Patients!" he thought.

The patients were very germy.

At lunchtime, Doctor Ted took their temperatures and blood pressure.

He gave them good medical advice and they were very grateful.

Ted was such a good doctor that even Mrs Johnson came to see him.

"You can't be a doctor in the canteen," she said.

"You have mumps," said Doctor Ted.

"Crutches could help."

"Those are my cheeks!" said Mrs Johnson.

"Come on, it's time for lunch."

Headteacher Bigham walked in.

Doctor Ted could tell he was very sick. He needed a doctor.

"We already have a school doctor who visits on Fridays,"

said Headteacher Bigham with a smile.

"You have gingivitis," said Doctor Ted. "You need a full body cast."

Headteacher Bigham frowned.

"You also have bad breath," said Doctor Ted.

"You need an injection."

The headteacher's face turned bright red.

"And a fever," said Doctor Ted.

"You need a transplant."

"We already have a school doctor!"

Headteacher Bigham pointed towards the door.

"We could do something about these smelly feet," said Doctor Ted.

"Go home!" said Headteacher Bigham.

Doctor Ted was very sad.

He packed up his big bandage and went home.

That night, he took two biscuits and went straight to bed.

The next day, at break time, Ted sat on a bench, and sighed.

He watched Frances Sylvester do gymnastics on the monkey bars.

She was very talented.

Everyone thought so, especially Mrs Johnson

and Headteacher Bigham.

Frances finished her routine with a triple twisting somersault.

She landed on Mrs Johnson.

"Ouch!" cried Mrs Johnson.

"My ankle!"

Headteacher Bigham ran this way and that.

"Help!" he called.

"Call an ambulance! Call the fire brigade!

"Call the library, j-j-just call somebody!"

But Doctor Ted was already there!

He wrapped Mrs Johnson's ankle with his big bandage.

He checked her vision and her tonsils.

"Take two biscuits," he said. "You'll feel better in the morning."

Just then, the ambulance arrived,

and the fire brigade, and the librarians.

"It's a good thing you had Doctor Ted," they all said.

"There's always room for another school doctor," said Mrs Johnson.

"My work here is done," said Doctor Ted.

"Keep the bandage."

Headteacher Bigham's face turned bright red.

"You really should do something about that fever," said Doctor Ted.

That night, Doctor Ted closed his office, packed his stethoscope,

and went to sleep, knowing he'd done a good job.

The next morning Ted woke up, got out of bed, and sniffed the air.

Hmm. It smelt like burnt toast.

"That's not good!" thought Ted.

"I need a fire engine."

And that story was called Doctor Ted.

That's what you need, Teddy, two biscuits and a good night's sleep.

Just like Doctor Ted ordered.

Which reminds me, it's time for you to go to bed now,

and I'll see you soon for another story.

Night, night.

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