Clare Balding - Giggle Giggle Quack CBeebies Bedtime Stories

Hello, I'm Clare. Do you know what sound these horses make?

They whinny. Do you know what sound ducks make?

That's right, ducks go quack.

Well, most ducks do.

But the duck in tonight's bedtime story doesn't just go quack,

he goes giggle, giggle, quack.

Let me tell you why.

Farmer Brown was going on holiday.

He left his brother, Bob, in charge of the animals.

"I wrote everything down,

"follow my instructions and everything will be fine.

"But keep and eye on Duck. He's trouble."

Farmer Brown thought he heard giggles as he drove away,

but he couldn't be sure.

Bob gave duck a good, long stare and went inside.

He read the first note.

"Tuesday night is pizza night, not the frozen kind!

"The hens prefer anchovies."

Giggle, giggle, cluck!

29 minutes later, there was hot pizza in the barn.

Bob checked on the animals before he went to bed,

everything was just fine.

"Wednesday is bath day for the pigs.

"Wash them with my bubble bath,

"and dry them with the good towels.

"Remember, they have very sensitive skin."

Giggle, giggle, oink!

Bob had all the pigs washed in no time.

Farmer Brown phoned home on Wednesday night to check in.

"Did you feed the animals as I wrote in the note?" He asked.

"Done," replied Bob, counting seven empty pizza boxes.

"Did you see my note about the pigs?"

"All taken care of," said Bob, proudly.

"Are you keeping a very close eye on Duck?" He asked.

Bob gave Duck a good, long stare.

Duck was too busy sharpening his pencil to notice.

"Just keep him in the house," ordered Farmer Brown.

"He's a bad influence on the cows."

Giggle, giggle, moo! Giggle, oink! Giggle, quack!

"Thursday night is movie night. It's the cows' turn to pick."

Giggle, giggle, moo.

Bob was in the kitchen, popping corn.

Just as the animals settled in to watch The Sound Of MOO-sic,

the phone rang. The only thing Farmer Brown heard was -

Giggle, giggle, Quack! Giggle, moo!

Giggle, oink!

Uh-oh. "Duck!" Screamed Farmer Brown,

"It's for you, Bob."

Did you like that story? It's called Giggle Giggle Quack.

Would you like to hear it again? All right.

Now, how did it start? Ah, yes.

Farmer Brown was going on holiday.

He left his brother, Bob, in charge of the animals.

"I wrote everything down,

"follow my instructions and everything will be fine.

"But keep an eye on duck. He's trouble."

Farmer Brown thought he heard giggles as he drove away,

but he couldn't be sure.

Bob gave Duck a good, long stare,

and went inside.

He read the first note.

"Tuesday night is pizza night. Not the frozen kind!

"The hens prefer anchovies."

Giggle, giggle, cluck!

29 minutes later, there was hot pizza in the barn.

Bob checked on the animals before he went to bed,

everything was just fine.

"Wednesday is bath day for the pigs.

"Wash them with my bubble bath,

"and dry them with the good towels.

"Remember, they have very sensitive skin.

Giggle, giggle, oink!

Bob had all the pigs washed in no time.

Farmer Brown phoned on Wednesday night to check in.

"Did you feed the animals as I wrote in the note?" He asked.

"Done," replied Bob, counting seven empty pizza boxes.

"Did you see my note about the pigs?"

"All taken care of," said Bob, proudly.

"Are you keeping a very close eye on Duck?" He asked.

Bob gave Duck a good, long stare.

Duck was too busy sharpening his pencil to notice.

"Just keep him in the house," ordered Farmer Brown.

"He's a bad influence on the cows."

Giggle, giggle, moo! Giggle, oink! Giggle, quack!

"Thursday night is movie night. It's the cows turn to pick."

Giggle, giggle, moo.

Bob was in the kitchen, popping corn.

Just as the animals settled in to watch The Sound Of MOO-sic,

the phone rang. The only thing Farmer Brown heard was -

Giggle, giggle, quack! Giggle, moo!

Giggle, oink!

Uh-oh. "Duck!" Screamed Farmer Brown.

"It's for you, Bob."

And that story was called Giggle Giggle Quack.

Poor Bob. Imagine giving pizza to the hens,

and washing the pigs with bubble bath.

Hold on a minute, there's a note here.

It says,

"We horses like to eat cake after a bedtime story."

Hmm. I wonder who wrote that?

I'll see you soon for another story. Night-night.

It's no use looking at me like that, Fluff, I haven't got any cake.

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