Milo and the Moon Kangaroo CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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I'll just put some more orange on here...

..and then, I think, a bit of purple.

Oh.

Oh, I can't find my purple crayon.

Hello, I'm Liza. Do you like my drawing?

It's the night sky with fireworks.

I REALLY want to add a purple firework,

but I can't seem to find my purple crayon!

Milo, in tonight's bedtime story, has lost HIS favourite crayon.

Shall we find out where it's gone?

The story is by Dan Taylor and it's called Milo And The Moon Kangaroo.

It was way past bedtime and an imaginative Milo Montgomery

was busy doodling instead of sleeping.

He was just about to colour in a dinosaur attacking a skyscraper

when - Oh, no! - he noticed that his favourite green crayon was missing.

Milo thought hard about where it could...be.

Then he remembered - that afternoon,

he'd been using his crayons in the garden.

Milo rushed to his bedroom window and peered into the garden below.

There, glistening in the moonlight, was a green crayon trail.

Milo raced downstairs. He followed the trail along the garden path,

through the garden gate, down Mortimer Street,

through the park, and straight into...a jungle!

"Have you seen my favourite green crayon?" asked Milo,

as he swung through the vines with a bunch of mischievous monkeys,

but nobody had.

So Milo swung higher and higher,

right onto...a pirate ship!

Carefully, Milo climbed down the rope ladder and came face-to-face

with Captain Whiskers and his crew of pirate kittens.

"Have you seen my favourite green crayon?" asked Milo,

as they bobbed over the waves, searching for treasure...

but nobody had.

So Milo climbed into a rowing boat and headed for shore.

He tied up his boat.

Then he followed the trail further and further

and further until...

he was right in the middle of a desert.

Milo looked around.

There wasn't a trace of crayon in sight.

He was all alone. Well and truly lost!

With tears in his eyes, Milo looked up into the night sky

and there, to his amazement, was the trail!

Each sparkly star was connected, like a giant join-the-dots puzzle.

"But I'll never get up there!" sighed Milo, sadly.

"Don't be so sure about that!" said a voice.

Milo turned around and, out of nowhere, a rocket had appeared!

"Come on, jump in," called the pilot.

Milo couldn't believe his eyes.

He hurried inside and fastened his seatbelt.

Three...two...one...

blast off!

Suddenly, Milo was zooming through clouds and space dust,

past stars and planets, all the way...to the moon!

Milo bounced over moon rocks and around craters

until he reached a moon cave.

And that was when he spotted the crayon trail culprit!

"What are you doing with my favourite green crayon?" asked Milo.

"And who are you, anyway?"

"I'm a moon kangaroo," replied the creature.

"And it's not your crayon. It's mine. I found it.

"Come on. I'll show you."

The moon kangaroo took Milo to a huge crater, filled with toys.

"Every toy that gets lost on Earth ends up here," she explained.

Milo had never seen so many toys before.

"Can we play with them?" he asked.

Milo and the moon kangaroo played for hours.

They doodled and coloured using Milo's crayons

and they became the best of friends.

Before long, it was time for Milo to go home.

"Can I have my green crayon back now?" he asked.

The moon kangaroo looked sad

and Milo felt mean, because he knew how much she liked to doodle.

Then he had an idea.

"You can have my pink crayon instead," he said.

The moon kangaroo bounced with happiness.

Pink was her favourite colour.

Sadly, Milo said goodbye to his new friend.

Then he followed the trail all the way home.

Later that night, Milo awoke in his cosy bed.

"Oh, it must all have been a dream," he smiled.

But when he looked inside his crayon box, there was his green crayon.

And an empty space where the pink crayon should have been.

Could it really have been one big, night-time adventure?

And that story was called Milo And The Moon Kangaroo.

I wonder if the moon kangaroo has taken my purple crayon.

I'll just have to zoom off to the moon to find out.

And while I do, it's time for you to go to bed.

So I'll see you soon for another story. Na-night!

Right, I'm off to the moon. One, two, three, blast off!

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