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Now, I've got my space helmet,
special space suit,
good, and my sandwiches...
Oh, and a slice of cake.
Oh, hello! I'm Adrian
and I'm sorting out everything I need for my trip into space.
Look, this is where I'm going.
I'm off on a moon tour with Bob, the man on the moon.
Tonight's bedtime story is all about Bob.
It's by Simon Bartram and it's called Bob's Best Ever Friend.
It was a Tuesday morning in space and nothing much was happening.
By 10 o'clock, Bob, the man on the moon,
had finished all his jobs for the day.
There were no space tourists to entertain,
and his friends, Billy and Sam, were away on a day trip to Pluto,
visiting a most exciting pet show.
They hoped to see some alien animals there,
but Bob thought they'd be disappointed. After all,
everyone knows there's no such thing as aliens,
and especially not alien animals.
With nobody to talk to, Bob felt a little glum.
At lunch time, he even had to bounce on his bouncy castle alone
and that never, but never, happened before.
Quite frankly, Bob was a bit lonely.
To cheer himself up,
Bob went for a quick spin around the universe in his rocket.
Nothing much was happening there either.
Unfortunately, every last planet was closed for the winter.
So Bob stopped off at a passing asteroid
to enjoy a nice cup of tea and a corned beef slice.
The view was beautiful.
It was just a shame he had no-one to share it with.
"What I need," thought Bob to himself, "is a best ever friend,
"a chum, someone to help with inter-galactic missions
"and jigsaw puzzles,
"a pal who'll always be by my side."
But where on earth could he find a friend like that.
For the rest of the day, Bob pondered his problem
until it was time to return to Earth
for a nice supper of fish fingers and peas.
As a Tuesday treat, he allowed himself to eat in front of the TV.
The newsreader said a troublesome asteroid had been causing havoc
elsewhere in the solar system
and was now in danger of crashing into Earth.
Bob was glued to the screen. He wished he had someone
to watch the programme with, it was so exciting!
As he sipped his cocoa in bed, Bob thought it would be much easier
if a best ever friend could find him instead.
The next day, Bob didn't have to start work until the evening.
So after some early star jumps in the garden,
he cycled into town to do a spot of shopping.
Firstly, he had a quick peek around the modern art gallery.
Then he bought two small batteries to power his rocket,
a smart pair of moon-patterned underpants, half price in the sale,
and a newspaper, hot off the press.
The streets were busier than ever.
Bob wondered how anyone could hope to spot
a best ever friend in a place like this.
In the midst of his daydreams, Bob found himself staring
in the window of the pet shop - Cats, Rats And Bats.
At first, he was a trifle confused.
Why had he gone there?
Then he remembered - Clive and Keith,
his cousin Dougal's goldfish. Bob was looking after them
for a day or two, and that morning they looked a little peckish.
As he paid for their squishy, delishy, fishy food - 59 pence -
a strange notion popped into Bob's head.
Perhaps his best ever friend could be a pet.
Bob had a good look around inside, but couldn't see anything
that looked like a best ever friend.
To tell the truth, some of the animals looked a little odd to him.
"Oh, well," sighed Bob, "you can't rush these things."
His thoughts were interrupted by the chimes of the town clock.
It was half past four - time for tea!
The best tea in town was served at the Moon Soup Pit-stop Cafe.
Bob felt quite at home among the moon pictures and decorations,
though sometimes called it the Moon Stop Pit-soup Cafe by mistake.
He wondered if anyone would recognise him
without his space suit on. No-one did.
So he sat quietly and nibbled his favourite Moon Soup crater cake.
He knew it was really just a doughnut,
but it was tip-top tasty all the same.
It was a shame there was no time for seconds.
Night was falling and Bob had a job to do.
The moon was waiting.
Bob pedalled as fast as he could to the rocket launch pad
and in a superfast flash changed into his man-on-the-moon suit.
He had to reach the moon
before the first Moon Tours tourist spaceship arrived.
There were snacks and entertainment to prepare.
After clambering aboard and flicking switches, the rocket rumbled
and Bob counted down.
Five, four, three, two, one...
By quarter to six, he was zooming towards the golden moon,
and by six o'clock he was there.
Bob welcomed the tourists with a free mini pork pie and a speech.
He performed his thrilling variety show and everyone went home happy.
Everyone, that is, except Bob, who was alone once more.
Quietly, he packed away his props and began his weekly crater count.
And that's when it happened.
There, popping out of Crater 204, was a little furry tail.
What could it be?
The closer Bob got to it, the faster the tail wagged.
Then, as if by magic, something amazing shot out of the crater!
No-one in the whole universe would have expected to see
what Bob saw at that moment - it was a dog!
The most smiley, springy dog Bob had ever seen.
He had no idea where it came from or how it got there,
but he didn't care. He didn't even care that it looked a little odd.
All Bob knew was that, from this moment on,
they would be best ever friends.
It was as if it had been written in the stars.
Bob called his dog Barry.
And each day, with their friends, they would run and leap and play.
Except of course on Tuesday lunch times. On Tuesday lunch times,
they would bounce and bounce and bounce
and bounce and bounce!
That story was called Bob's Best Ever Friend.
Hm, I wonder if I'll see any aliens when I go on Bob's moon tour.
Maybe I'll need binoculars to spot them.
I need to find those to pack.
While I do, it's time for you to go to bed.
I'll see you soon for another story. Night-night!
Maybe I put them in here.
They're in the backpack. I packed them already. Let's have a look.
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