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What can I have for tea? Let's look in the cupboards.
Noodles. What about this cupboard?
Oh, hello. I'm Richard. I'm trying to decide what to have for tea,
but all I can find is noodles. Look.
There's noodles in the cupboards, noodles in the pans,
and there's even noodles in here. It's very odd.
Maybe tonight's story can explain all these noodles.
It's by Diana Hendry and Sarah Massini,
and the story's called Oodles of Noodles.
On her birthday, Mrs Mungo was given a pasta-making machine.
"Noodles for dinner, noodles for tea, noodles for you and for me,"
sang Mrs Mungo. "I like chips," said Lily. "And burgers," said Ben.
Mrs Mungo put the pasta-making machine on the table,
fetched a huge bowl and made a huge ball of pasta dough.
"Noodles with garlic or with jam," she sang.
"Chips with salt and vinegar," said Lily. "Burgers," said Ben.
When Lily and Ben had gone to school,
Mrs Mungo began rolling the pasta.
It was hard work turning the handle and rolling the pasta thinner.
"Never mind," said Mrs Mungo, "I'll soon have oodles of noodles,"
and then something very strange happened.
The pasta machine began working all by itself.
Long loops of noodles rolled out of the machine.
Very soon, Mrs Mungo was tucked up tight in a noodle sleeping bag.
At school, there was noodles, onions and peas for lunch.
Lily and Ben ate the onions and peas.
At home the pasta machine worked faster and faster.
Soon noodles twirled around the banisters,
dangled from the shower rail and tied the TV in knots.
Mrs Mungo struggled to free her arms.
"Stop! Stop!" Mrs Mungo cried to the pasta machine, but it didn't.
"There must be a magic word," thought Mrs Mungo.
"Doodle!" she shouted.
"Poodle and doodle and apple strudel!" she shouted,
but the pasta machine took no notice.
Instead the noodles slithered under the door and out down the path.
Outside the house, noodles wound themselves round the garden gates,
wriggled round lampposts and dangled from the trees.
Soon, everyone came out to fill their saucepans with noodles.
The noodles ran on until they reached the school.
Children in the playground thought the noodles were wonderful.
They made noodle skipping ropes and hoops, all of them,
except Lily and Ben.
"Noodles!" cried Ben.
"Oodles and oodles and oodles of noodles!" cried Lily.
"Quick, Ben, home! I think Mum needs us."
And as fast as they could, Lily and Ben ran. It wasn't easy.
They tripped over noodles and noodle collectors.
In the kitchen, the machine was still making noodles.
All they could see was their mother's head. She was noodled.
"It won't stop!" wept Mrs Mungo,
"All I said was oodles of noodles and it noodled and noodled!
"I tried every magic word I know."
"I don't suppose you tried saying it the other way round?" asked Ben.
"I didn't think of that," said his mum.
So altogether and very loudly they said,
and with a groan of relief, the pasta machine stopped.
Ben and Lily unwrapped their mum. She flopped in a chair
as Lily wound the noodles into a big ball.
"I suppose it's noodles for tea," said Lily.
"Oh, no." said Mrs Mungo.
"It isn't. It's chips. Chips and burgers."
And that story was called Oodles of Noodles.
Well, that explains everything.
Mrs Mungo has been busy with her pasta machine.
So it looks like noodles are for tea.
But I can't eat all of these.
While I have my tea, it's time for you guys to go to bed.
I'll see you soon for another bedtime story. Night, night.
Now...where do I start?
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