006 and a Bit CBeebies Bedtime Stories

CBeebies Bedtime Story.

Pssst!

I'm Agent Colin.

Ha-ha-ha!

I'm not really a spy, I'm just pretending,

like the little girl in tonight's bedtime story.

Her name is Daisy

and she really wants to be a spy.

The story is called...

..006 And A Bit.

Daisy has made up her mind.

She wasn't going to be a girl any more,

she was going to be a spy.

She'd drawn her spy's moustache on her top lip

with a black felt-tip pen,

she had found some dark glasses in a drawer,

she had found some secret spy gadgets in her mum's bedroom.

All she had to do now was speak in code.

Code is a special spy language that only spies understand.

Daisy had seen it used in spy films.

Now, this time, it was for real.

Daisy frowned mysteriously and crept unseen into the kitchen.

"Hello, Daisy," said Mum, "What d'you want for tea tonight?"

"The ostriches will be swimming in tomato sauce this evening,"

said Daisy. Which, as any spy knows, means,

"A big portion of chicken nuggets and lots of ketchup, please."

Daisy's mum stared at Daisy and scratched her head.

"Why are you speaking in silly words?" asked Daisy's mum.

"They're not silly words," whispered Daisy mysteriously.

"It's secret spy language and my name isn't Daisy any more,

"it's...006 And A Bit."

"And what are you intending to do with my hairbrush, 006 And A Bit?"

asked Daisy's mum.

"It's not a hairbrush,

"it's my secret spy telephone," said Daisy.

"And where are you going with my perfume bottle?" asked Daisy's mum.

"It's not your perfume bottle," said Daisy. "It's my invisible ink."

"And would I be wrong in thinking that that is my hairdryer?"

said Daisy's mum.

"Yes," whispered Daisy,

"It's not a hairdryer, it's my secret...baddy zapper!"

Daisy's mum shook her head and went to find the ironing board.

006 And A Bit slipped invisibly into the back garden.

"Hello, Daisy," said her neighbour. "How are you today?"

"Good afternoon, Agent Goldfish," said Daisy.

"Are your fins green or purple today?"

Which, as any spy knows, means,

"I'm fine, thanks, Mrs Pike, how are you?"

Mrs Pike stared strangely at Daisy and went to mow her grass.

Daisy slipped invisibly across the garden

and went to give an important message to Mrs Pike's cat.

"Meet me by the Golden Palace," she whispered.

"And bring your furry overcoat."

Which, as any spy knows, means,

"Hello, Tiptoes, why don't you come and sit by the shed.

"I want to stroke you."

Tiptoes took one look at Daisy's hairdryer

and skedaddled over the wall.

Daisy dabbed on some more invisible ink

and peeped out of the garden gate.

"No-one will be able to see me now," she smiled.

"Hello, Daisy," said her best friend, Gabby. "Can you come out to play?"

"The laundry basket is full,

"and the big, busy beaver has many clothes to fold," Daisy said.

Which, as any spy knows, means,

"Hi, Gabby, I'll just ask my mum, she's doing the ironing."

But Gabby gave Daisy a strange look

and went to find someone else to play with.

Daisy took off her glasses and walked miserably back indoors.

"What's the matter, 006 And A Bit?" asked her mum.

"Aren't you playing spies any more?"

"No, I'm not," sighed Daisy. "No-one understands my spy language,

"they just look at me as though I'm silly."

Daisy's mum stopped ironing and put her arm around Daisy's shoulders.

"That must be because they're not real spies," whispered her mum.

"If they were, they would understand everything you were saying."

Daisy trudged into the living room and slumped onto the sofa.

"Well, they don't understand what I'm saying,

"there aren't any real spies round here, no-one understands me

"and I'm not being a spy any more. Being a spy's stupid," she grumbled.

Daisy was just about to turn on the TV

when a mysterious looking stranger with a purple moustache and beard

poked his head around the door.

He had dark glasses on, just like Daisy.

"Pssst," whispered the stranger in a deep, mysterious voice.

"Have you seen 006 And A Bit anywhere?"

Daisy stared back at the stranger in surprise.

She put her dark glasses on again quickly and sat up straight.

"Yes, I've seen...006 And A Bit," she nodded.

"That's me, I'm...006 And A Bit."

"That's good news," whispered the stranger,

"because my name is, ahem, 0021...And A Bit,

"and I'm a real spy too."

"The coloured sprinkles will be meeting with the chocolate flake

on the vanilla ice cream at tea time," whispered 0021 And A Bit.

"And the crunchy cream biscuits and lemonade

"will be meeting under the big, yellow duvet

"when the clock strikes 12," continued the mysterious stranger.

006 And A Bit frowned for a moment and clapped her hands excitedly,

"Oh, goodie! I know what that means,

"We're having my favourite pudding for tea

"and then a midnight feast in your bed tonight!

"I'll bring my comic and my torch too."

Which, as anybody knows, means,

"Thanks, Mum, you're the best spy in the world!"

And that story was called 006 And A Bit.

I think Daisy made a rather good spy, don't you?

And I know someone else who is good at spy work...

..Me!

So, I'd better get back to business.

And 00-Colin will decode more night time tales for you

when the moon rises again.

Which, as any good spy knows, means, I'll be back soon for another story.

Good night!

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