Go to Bed Little Star Cloudbabies

-# Who polishes the sun?

-# Cloudbabies

-# Wipes the cobwebs from the moon?

-# Cloudbabies

# Who tells the bedtime stories to the stars?

# Cloudbabies, Cloudbabies

# Who paints the colours on the rainbow

# And makes everything look new?

# Who looks after the sky?

-# The Cloudbabies do

-# Cloudbabies, Cloudbabies. #

'High in the sky, up, up in the clouds,

'the Cloudbabies are working hard.

'But Baba Yellow's got a little problem.'

-You're a bit late, Baba Yellow.

-We need help with these hay bales.

Sorry, Cloudbabies.

Little Star took so long to go down for his nap.

Did he go to sleep?

Yes, finally.

LITTLE STAR GIGGLES

Little Star!

-Wa-hey!

-Woo-hoo!

I can't believe you're out of bed again.

Come cloud bouncing, Baba Yellow!

Ooh...

Oh, dear. What's wrong, Baba Yellow?

It's Little Star. He's impossible to get to bed.

Higher! Higher!

Bumpy Bobo. Bumpy Bobo!

Mm. I see what you mean.

If he doesn't get to bed soon,

he'll be too sleepy to twinkle at nighting time.

And I've got so much to do.

-We could help.

-We could?

I mean, um, we could.

-Really?

-Of course!

I'm very persuasive.

We'll have to be firm, but I'm sure between the two of us

he'll be asleep in no time.

That would be brilliant.

I'm sure together you'll do a great job.

Of course we will.

Oh, thank you.

THEY GIGGLE AND SHOUT

Come out now, Little Star. We know you're here. It's time for your nap.

Come on, Little Star.

HE GIGGLES Can't catch me!

Come back here right now! This is no time to be playing games.

THEY LAUGH

He-hey!

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Why don't we make him think we're playing the game,

then we can get him back into bed?

Oh, you're far too soft. If we do it your way he'll never go to bed.

Well, if we do it your way we'll just scare him off.

Well, I think my way is best and I'm usually right.

No, you just THINK you're always right, Rainbow.

Well, you're the one wasting time. He could be anywhere by now.

We'd better go and find him then, hadn't we?

Well, I suppose we had. If you'd been just a little bit firmer

this would never have happened, of course.

LITTLE STAR GIGGLES

-What?

-Higher! Higher!

I don't believe it.

I thought Little Star was in bed.

So did I.

There he is. I told you so, Sun.

-Sun? Rainbow?

-Hello, Baba Yellow.

Little Star is still out of bed.

Yes, well... we were just getting him ready.

Tiring him out. It's all under control, Baba Yellow.

He'll be in bed in a jiffy.

-Wee!

-Wee!

-Wa-hey!

Now look here, Little Star, stop messing about. It's nap time.

-Come with us, please.

-OK.

That's the way to do it.

We'll see.

Good Little Star.

Now settle down and go to sleep.

He's not going to go to sleep just like that.

Baba Yellow always plays him a lullaby.

What?! Well, I can't sing.

-And I can't play a Fluteytoot! Oh, but I can whistle.

-And I can sing.

I think whistling will be better...

-HE BLOWS A RASPBERRY

-..but if you must sing.

Let's do it together.

After three. One, two...

THEY SING AND WHISTLE TUNELESSLY

What?

-Your singing is spoiling my whistling.

-It is not!

-You're whistling out of tune.

-I am not.

Your singing would keep the stars awake.

Your whistling would make them fall from the sky.

If I could whistle, I'd whistle better than that.

-He's gone!

-Mm? Who has?

-I don't believe it.

-We have to find him. Come on!

This is all your fault, you know. If we'd have just done it my way...

Hello, Sun. Hello, Rainbow.

So you've finally got Little Star to bed.

Thank you so much.

-Um...well...

-GIGGLING

Not quite.

What is going on?

Oh, it's OK, Baba Yellow. All under control.

-No need to worry.

-Little Star, come here now!

THEY LAUGH AND GIGGLE

This time, you watch him and I'll tell him a story.

I am a marvellous storyteller, you know.

Well, I think it would be better

if you kept a lookout for Fuffa and Bobo and I stroke his head.

-He likes that.

-Stories are better.

-No, they're not.

-Are too.

Hey!

THEY BICKER

Right, Little Star. Now, jump in and...

Oh, not again.

You were meant to be watching him.

I was not. You said YOU would.

-Oh, we can't tell Baba Yellow we've lost him again.

-Like this!

No, Little Star.

My way's better, isn't it, Fuffa?

No, my way's best.

-My way is quicker - you should do it like this.

-No.

-Like this!

Bobo, Little Star - stop squabbling.

But we're just playing.

They're playing Sun and Rainbow.

Bobo is Sun and Little Star is Rainbow.

-What?!

-What?! They were being us?

Are we like that?

I think it's time we worked together to get Little Star to bed,

-don't you, Rainbow?

-I most certainly do, Sun.

Come on, Little Star. Race you back to your bed.

I don't think so, you two. You can both stay here and play.

-Good job, Sun. Shall we...?

-Let's.

THEY SING AND WHISTLE

Ah. Thank you.

'So Little Star finally went to sleep

'and Sun and Rainbow both learnt that working together

'actually gets the job done.'

I think we should pull his blanket up.

It looks fine to me. He'll be too hot.

-No, he won't.

-He will.

-He won't!

'Oh, dear.'

# Who looks after the sky? The Cloudbabies do

# Cloudbabies, Cloudbabies. #

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