Ellie Harrison - Hugh Shampoo CBeebies Bedtime Stories

CBeebies Bedtime Story.

Almost finished, Lion.

Do you like my hair?

Yours is looking fabulous.

Hello, I'm Ellie.

I've just been giving Lion's mane a good brush before bed.

He likes it to look nice and silky.

But I know a little boy who doesn't like having his hair done.

In fact, he won't let anyone do anything to it at all.

Would you like to meet him? He's in tonight's bedtime story.

It's called Hugh Shampoo, and it's by Karen George.

If you think having your hair washed is horrid,

then you should meet Hugh Shampoo.

His hair was terribly tangled and very, very grubby.

But Hugh didn't care.

He would not have his hair washed or brushed or cut or combed

or in any way fussed with.

Whenever Hugh's mum and dad tried to wash, brush,

cut or comb his hair, they failed.

This upset Mr and Mrs Shampoo.

After all, they were both hairdressers

and the proud owners of Salon Shampoo,

the place to come for tiny trims or fabulous curls.

Teacups tinkled, hairdryers hummed and friends chatted

while Mr and Mrs Shampoo's scissors went snippety-snip all day long.

One tea-time, Mrs Shampoo showed Hugh an extremely exciting letter.

"Dear Team Shampoo," she read,

"You're in the final of the Scissor Showdown."

"We made it!" cheered Mr Shampoo.

"Now we just need someone to model our wonderful winning styles."

Hugh longed to be part of Team Shampoo,

but not if it meant having his hair washed.

So whose hair could the Shampoos use?

Of course - Mrs Tree from next door!

Just imagine all the ways they could tease and twirl Mrs Tree's hair!

The Shampoos could not lose.

The next day, Mr and Mrs Shampoo collected bottles and brushes,

combs and curlers, teacups and towels,

and everything they needed for the Scissor Showdown.

"Mrs Tree, we'll meet you in the town hall at three," they said,

and off they went, leaving grubby-haired Hugh

to help Mr Tree trim the hedge.

But later, just as Mrs Tree was about to leave

for the Scissor Showdown, there was a scream!

MRS TREE SCREAMS

"Mr Tree!" she shrieked.

"My hair, it's gone! All chopped off, what a disaster!

"Run, Hugh, tell Team Shampoo all is lost."

So Hugh ran. He blasted past rosebushes,

he parted long grass like a comb through clean hair.

His legs flew as fast as snippety-snipping scissors.

He ran full-tilt, as if blown by a hundred hairdryers.

But when Hugh reached the town hall, he thought he was too late.

The judge began to speak.

"And the winner of the Scissor Showdown is...

"Team Shampoo, for their spectacular,

"show-stopping styling of Hugh Shampoo."

That night, Hugh went to bed with the winner's cup.

But he also went to bed with the roses, the grass,

the butterflies, the kite strings, the itchy leaves,

the sticky bubble gum, the wriggling worms and the slimy snails.

"Yuck!" cried Hugh. "I need...shampoo!"

For his mum and dad, it was a dream come true.

They washed, they brushed, they combed, they snipped,

and they hugged their very own Hugh Shampoo.

That story was called Hugh Shampoo.

Who would have ever thought that Hugh's tangly, grubby hair

could win the Scissor Showdown?

Now it's time for you to get washed and ready for bed.

I hope you sleep well.

I'll see you again soon for another bedtime story.

Night-night.