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Hello. I'm Manish. I've come to tell you a bedtime story.
And tonight's bedtime story is set in outer space. Teddy's ready.
Shall we get ready too?
Great. Grab your space helmet... strap into the rocket.
The story's called Welcome to Alien School, by Caryl Hart and Ed Eaves.
"Red Five, Red Five, this is Mission Control. Get ready for countdown.
"Five, four, three, two, one -
It's great playing space explorers.
I'm just about to launch my new rocket when...
"Albie!" Uh-oh, time for school.
Mum hands me my bag and we climb into the car.
I just have time to buckle in when...
The car whooshes up into the air, through the clouds
and out into space.
"This is awesome", I gasp.
We cruise past planets, then comets and stars,
and swoop towards a strange spotty planet.
Mum puts the brakes on and we glide to the ground.
There are spaceships EVERYWHERE.
Mum opens the door and tells me to hop out. "Have a good day", she says.
"Wait!" I cry. "This isn't my school."
But it's too late. Suddenly, an enormous shaggy alien appears.
"What's your name?" it growls.
"I'm Albie", I tremble. "Please don't eat me."
"Oh, I never eat my friends", grins the alien.
"I'm Noggle. Come on, we'll be late."
Our teacher is called Mr Crark. He looks very strange indeed.
"Welcome to alien school", he gurgles.
Everyone is starting at me.
I try to blend in,
-but Mr Crark asks the class to guess what kind of creature
It's SO embarrassing.
"Is it an ogleblob?" asks a pink alien.
"No, it's a durkle!", says a long-nosed yellow creature.
"Actually", says Mr Crark, "Albie's a human from Planet Earth.
"But don't worry, I'm sure he's very friendly,
"and almost certainly won't bite."
First, we have to do spellings.
"Spell...bazoozlesquark", says Mr Crark.
"This is hopeless, I can't spell anything!"
"Don't worry", says Noggle, "it's always hard at first."
Next, we have to do sums. Now, I love maths, but space sums are impossible.
I can't even recognise the numbers.
Just then, a loud alarm starts to ring.
Phew. "Lunchtime", shouts Noggle, and we all rush for the door.
The canteen is packed with the strangest creatures I've ever seen.
Noggle pushes a button on a green nozzle,
and "Splurk!" - something lands on my plate.
"Mmm, space-ghetti, my favourite", grins Noggle.
"Are you sure it's OK?" I whisper. "It seems to be glowing."
After lunch, it's messy time.
I paint a fierce T Rex, but space paints must be magic,
because the T Rex comes to life.
"Uh-oh." Quick as a flash,
Noggle shoves a painted lollipop between its teeth.
That should keep it quiet.
We tidy up our things then rush outside to play.
"Let's ride the scooters", shouts Noggle.
Riding a scooter at home is easy, but these ones look a bit more tricky.
Noggle zooms off. "Just push the red button and hold on tight", he says.
But there are loads of buttons - and they're all red.
I don't know which one to press, so I try all of them, and...
"Whoa!" The scooter flips and twists, and I tumble through the sky.
"Help, I'm heading for outer space!"
Suddenly, something grabs me around the waist.
It's Mr Crark's long arms.
"It looks like you could do with some scooter lessons", he laughs.
Noggle rushes up and gives me a big hug.
"Sorry, Albie", he mumbles, "I thought you'd ridden one before."
"That's OK," I say, "it was amazing."
All too soon, it's home time. I rush up to Mum.
"Can Noggle come for tea?" I ask. Mum smiles at my new friend.
"That would be lovely", she says. "But Albie has swimming tonight."
"See you tomorrow then", I sigh.
"Have fun at the pool", calls Noggle.
That story was called Welcome to Alien School.
Albie had such an unexpected day at school, didn't he?
And it looked like the swimming lesson
was going to be an adventure as well.
I think that Albie has got a great imagination.
Now though, it's time for you to see where your imagination might
take you while you're dreaming.
Off you go then, get tucked up in bed.
I'll be back to tell you another bedtime story very soon. Sleep tight.