Emily Brown and the Thing CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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Hello, I'm Colin.

I'm just sorting out the bed ready for bedtime.

I need everything to be just right before I can get to sleep.

I need a cushion, a teddy, oh, and a bedtime story.

This is a story called Emily Brown And The Thing.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Emily Brown

and an old grey rabbit called Stanley.

Emily Brown and Stanley were trying to get to sleep after a busy day,

but a noise was keeping them awake.

"Splish!" went the noise.

"Splosh!" went the noise.

It seemed to be coming from the window.

"Splish, splosh!"

There was a Thing sitting on the windowsill.

Large tears were dripping onto his pyjamas.

"Oh, Emily Brown, Emily Brown," wept the Thing.

"I can't find my cuddly however hard I look.

"It's not in the dark and scary wood.

"And it's not under my pillow.

"You and Stanley must come and find it for me.

"Because I can't sleep without my cuddly."

So, Emily Brown and Stanley put on their wet-weather wind coats

and their see-in-the-dark glasses

and their special boots for climbing.

They searched down low in the tangles and up high in the tree tops.

They ran away from wolves and they lifted up trolls.

And eventually, they found the Thing's cuddly

right at the top of the twistiest,

thorniest tree in the dark, scary wood.

"Thank you," said the Thing.

"Don't mention it," said Emily Brown.

"And now you must be quiet, Stanley and I are trying to sleep."

"I promise," said the Thing, cuddling his cuddly.

Emily Brown shut the window.

A short while later,

Emily Brown and Stanley were trying to get to sleep again.

But a noise was keeping them awake.

"Rumble, rumble!" went the noise.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble."

It seemed to be coming from the kitchen.

It was the Thing again.

"Oh, Emily Brown, Emily Brown," grumbled the Thing.

"All I had for tea was 100 hamburgers and one small apple for the vitamins.

"And now I'm ever so hungry and thirsty.

"You and Stanley must fetch me my bedtime milk

"because I can't sleep when my tummy is rumbling."

So...Emily Brown and Stanley sighed heavily

and put snow snugglers on their heads,

and ski plankers on their feet

and their fluffiest winter warmers over everything.

They skied off through the wild and whirling wastes.

Through blizzards and hurricanes, till their hands were frozen

and their legs were sore, searching for a mug of milk for the Thing.

Stanley had to distract a polar bear who thought the milk belonged to him.

"Rrrr, thank you," said the Thing.

"Don't mention it," said Emily Brown.

"Now, you must be quiet, Stanley and I are trying to sleep."

"I promise," said the Thing, dropping most of the milk over his pyjama top.

Emily Brown had hardly even shut her eyes before the noise started again.

"Scratch, scratch, scratch," went the noise.

It seemed to be coming from under the bed.

"Scratch, scratch, scratch."

It was the Thing again.

"I've got this itchy leg," began the Thing.

But this time, Emily Brown had had enough.

"Stop!" shouted Emily Brown.

"I have had enough!

"We have rescued your cuddly from the scary wood,

"we have fetched your milk from the wild and whirling wastes.

"We have borrowed your medicine from the witches.

"Stanley and I are exhausted! There's nothing wrong with your leg.

"What is really the matter?"

Two large tears crept down the Thing's cheeks

and onto his furry chest.

"I'm scared," whispered the Thing.

"Oh, so that's been the problem," said Emily Brown

drying his tears and handing him his cuddly again.

"What are you scared of?"

"Oh, I don't know...Things," said the Thing.

"You are a Thing," said Emily Brown.

"Am I?" said the Thing in surprise.

"Ha! I wondered what I was."

"You're definitely a Thing," said Emily Brown tucking him in

and putting his hot-water bottle underneath his hairy legs.

"Am I scary?" asked the Thing.

"You are not at all scary," said Emily Brown.

"You're a very nice Thing.

"When Stanley and I are trying to sleep,

"we find it helps to think of nice things.

"Maybe you should try doing that yourself."

"Maybe I will," said the nice Thing, yawning very wide.

THING YAWNS

"Night-night, Emily Brown. Sleep tight.

"Sweet dreams."

That story was called Emily Brown And The Thing.

Now, it's time for you to try and get to sleep,

just like the Thing.

You won't need any green medicine from the whiny witches,

or bedtime milk from polar bears.

Just think about all the nice things that you have done today.

Night-night and I will see you soon for another story.

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