Derek Jacobi - Wendell's Workshop CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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So, I've got my screwdriver,

my hammer,

and here's my spanner.

But where's my drill?

Oh! Hello!

I'm Derek, I'm sorting out my toolbox.

I found most of the tools I need.

You see, I want to invent something.

I've been thinking about a robot

who could tie my shoelaces.

Or there's the machine to button my shirt.

Wendel, in tonight's bedtime story, likes inventing things too.

The story is by Chris Riddell

and is called Wendel's Workshop.

Wendel was an inventor.

Sometimes his inventions worked perfectly,

and sometimes they didn't.

When they didn't, Wendel threw them away and started again.

Wendel invented all day, sometimes into the night.

Sometimes he was so busy he forgot to go to bed.

And he never had time to tidy up.

Wendel's workshop became untidier

and untidier and untidier!

"I need some help," said Wendel to himself.

So, Wendel invented a robot.

Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!

"I'll call you Clunk," said Wendel.

Clunk set to work, tidying Wendel's workshop.

He made the bed, folded the clothes

and mopped the floor.

"Oh, dear," said Wendel.

Clunk tried harder.

He put tea cups in the sock drawer and umbrellas in the laundry basket.

"This isn't working," said Wendel.

So, he threw Clunk down the rubbish chute.

Clunk! And out onto the scrapheap.

Inside the workshop, Wendel was inventing a new robot.

He worked all night and into the morning.

At last it was finished.

"I'll call you the...Wendelbot," said Wendel.

"Tidy!" said the Wendelbot, its red eyes glowing.

"Tidy!"

And it set to work.

The Wendelbot worked perfectly.

Wendel was very pleased.

But the Wendelbot didn't stop.

Its red eyes glowed as it unmade the bed into a neat bundle

and crushed the tea cups to a tidy pile of powder.

"Tidy!" the Wendelbot said

as it shredded the umbrellas and flattened the laundry basket.

"Tidy!"

Soon, everything was neat and tidy.

All except one thing.

"Tidy!" cried the Wendelbot, as it chased Wendel

round the workshop.

"Help!" squeaked Wendel, as he shot down the rubbish chute

and out onto the scrapheap.

Then, from quite close by, Wendel heard a clunk.

"Clunk! I'm so pleased to see you!" said Wendel.

From inside the workshop, the noise of Wendelbot's hammering grew louder.

"We need some help," said Wendel.

"But all we've got is rubbish."

Clunk reached down and handed Wendel an interesting piece of scrap.

Wendel smiled, and then he began to invent.

All day and into the night, Wendel and Clunk were hard at work.

As the sun rose, the hammering from Wendel's workshop stopped.

"Workshop tidy!" said the Wendelbot.

It turned its glowing red eyes towards the window.

"Now, tidy world!"

The Wendelbot strode across the workshop and opened the door.

"Good morning," said Wendel.

The Wendelbot's eyes glowed red.

"Tidy!" it said.

"Untidy! Untidy!" Wendel and his robot helpers shouted

as they ran inside.

"Tidy!" cried the Wendelbot, lumbering after them.

But the robots were too quick.

The Wendelbot's eyes glowed brighter and brighter

as Wendel's workshop grew untidier and untidier.

"TIDY!

"TIDY!

"TIDY!"

BANG!

When the dust had settled, Wendel sighed.

"Ah, now we'll have to tidy up again," he said.

"But not too much this time."

All the robots helped

in their different ways.

Not everything worked perfectly,

but Wendel didn't mind.

He just smiled,

patched this, mended that,

and made adjustments here and there.

But there was one thing he didn't do.

Wendel never threw anything on the scrapheap again.

And that story was called Wendel's Workshop.

Maybe that's the answer.

I'll make a Clunk, like Wendel. He could help me do all sorts of things.

I wonder where I should start.

Well, while I get inventing, it's time for you to go to sleep.

And I'll see you soon for another story. Good night.

Right, now...

..if I put this here

and this here...

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