A Perfect Little Litter Picker Grandpa In My Pocket

Not the shrinking cap, Grandpa!

Catch me if you can!

Grandpa!

No, be careful!

Grandpa, stop!

Whoa!

CRASH!

'Today, Dad had brought me, Grandpa and my sister, Jemima,

'to our favourite place. Our beach hut, on the beach.

'We'd only been here for a few minutes, when who should we see

'coming round the corner...'

Whoops!

'Mr Whoops!'

'He's called Mr Whoops because he's always having little accidents.

-'He falls over things...'

-Oops!

-'He falls off things...'

-Whoa!

Whoops!

-'He even trips over his own feet.'

-Whoops!

-Ha-ha-ha!

-Well, if it isn't Mr Whoops.

Mr Whoops, what have you got?

I'm doing my bit for Sunnysands, picking up litter.

Making the beach squeaky clean. Look, there's another bit.

Whoops! Oh, dear! I think I've twinged my back.

Sit yourself down, Mr Whoops.

I'm so sorry. Thank you. You, too.

I can't believe I was so clumsy.

What you need is a machine to help you pick up the litter.

Then you wouldn't have to bend your back.

'Oh, yes. Grandpa was right. What he needed was...

'Dad offered to take Mr Whoops back to his toy shop.'

That's very kind, so long as it isn't any trouble.

I don't want to be any trouble.

'Just then, who should turn up?

'Mr Mentor the inventor.'

Good afternoon, all!

The very person to invent a litter picker!

A litter picker? Tell me more.

'Now, Mr Mentor the inventor lives in the lighthouse, in Sunnysands.

'He's always coming up with really crazy inventions.

'Like this, the grassy buggle-jumper.

'Only the bugs liked it even more than he did.

'Then there's this, the automatic hair-o-static

'that gives you a new hairstyle every day.

'And this, the huffer-puffer pillow fluffer.'

WHIZZ-BOOM!

'Everyone loves going to visit him and trying things out.

'And he likes trying out other people's inventions, too.'

I'd love to invent a litter picker for Mr Whoops.

A fabudiculous idea!

'Mr Mentor doesn't just invent things, he invents words, too.'

Let's go to my lighthouse and see what we can do.

Poor Grandpa. You'll have to stay here as you can't manage the stairs.

-I'll just have a little lie-down in the beach hut.

-OK.

-Come on, Mr Mentor.

-'I knew Grandpa had no intention

'of having a little lie-down. As soon as they turned their backs...'

Not the shrinking cap, Grandpa!

Catch me if you can!

'When Grandpa shrinks, he can make my toys go.

'He can get into my car and drive about, he can fly off in my plane!

'He can chuff around in our Sunnysands train.

'And he can even make Gordon, my toy seagull, fly!

'Or, he can just run so fast that I can't keep up with him.

'And this time, he'd done just that.

'I had no idea where he'd got to.'

Psssst!

Jason!

See you later.

'At the lighthouse, Mr Mentor was turning out box after box of stuff,

'to see what he could find to make a litter picker.

'Grandpa would surely be on his way, and I guessed how.

'I needed to distract Jemima and Mr Mentor.'

-Mr Mentor, how about looking on that shelf, over there?

-OK.

'I managed to do that just in time,

'and in flew Grandpa.'

Oh, I don't know, perhaps there's something brillioso in here?

Let's have a look.

'While they carried on looking, Grandpa started to have fun.

'He climbed up onto a shelf and ran along it.

'Jumped...slid down...

-'and made a dingy thing, ping!'

-PING!

PINGING

What's that?

Oh! It's my pinga-dinga-dong.

It's never worked before. Now it's pinging and dinging and donging!

It's amazing! What's it for?

No idea. But it's working.

'Just then, Grandpa made a whirly thing whirl!'

Goodness...

my whirly-wheely-whizzer is whirling, wheeling and whizzing!

-Can it pick up litter?

-It's not a litter picker.

It's a whirly-wheely-whizzer. Quite different.

'Grandpa then parped a horn,

'and set a whole lot of other horns parping!'

It's a miracle!

My parpy-tootle-toot is parping and tootling!

What's going on?

No idea.

You never know when an invention will start working, or why.

'And just then, I saw Grandpa jump into something.'

I've just has a spectopular idea! We can use this for the litter picker!

Oh, I think we can do better than that, Mr Mentor.

Jason! Mr Mentor knows what he's doing.

-But there's nowhere to plug it in on the beach.

-Quite right, Jason.

'Grandpa got out of the grass box and ran.

'Then he was standing next to a peculiar-looking bird,

'and pointing at it.'

We can use that bird.

What is it?

I'm a little litter picker! I'm a little litter picker!

It can peck up litter in its beak. Brilliant!

Hang on, it just spoke!

Probably. Things seem to have a life of their own today.

Oh, I think it will be wonderbubble. It needs a bit of work on the inside

and a bit of work on the outside... knobs, levers and strings.

But then, it will be the perfect little litter picker!

'So, after a bit of work on the inside

'and a bit of work on the outside, Mr Mentor had this...

'It had knobs and levers and strings.

'Mr Mentor walked around, showing us how it worked.

'You pulled a lever and its head went down and pecked up the litter.'

How wonderbubble is that, eh?

-Spectopularly wonderbubble.

-Fabudiculous!

Absolumply fabudiculous!

Let's ring Mr Whoops.

'So I dialled Mr Whoops's number to tell him to come straight away.

'And very soon, he arrived.'

Whoa!

Whoops!

Let me present you with the perfect little litter picker.

Ooh! I love it. I love it!

'And Mr Whoops started to try out the litter picker.

'But, you know what he's like...'

Whoops!

-Are you OK, Mr Whoops?

-Yes, thank you. I keep tripping...

Er, it's stopped working.

-I think something's snapped inside.

-Oh, no! I've broken it!

How could I be so clumsy?!

-I'm sure it wasn't you, Mr Whoops.

-I'm so sorry!

'Grandpa had a plan. He jumped inside the litter picker

'and tried to find out what had broken.'

Hmm... Oh, Jason was right.

The string that makes his mouth work has snapped.

Well, I can fix that in the blink of an eye.

I think it's mended.

Mended? You clever boy. Let me see, Jason.

'I didn't want to hand it back to Mr Whoops

-'because Grandpa was still inside.'

-Hand it over.

-Yes, I want to see it working again.

-I'll be very careful this time.

'To start with, Mr Whoops was very careful.

'Jemima put down litter for the bird to pick up. And the bird said...'

I'm the perfect little litter picker! I'm the perfect little litter picker!

-Amazing! I can't believe it talks!

-I don't remember inventing

the talking bit. But there are so many things I don't remember

because I invent all the time, you see?

THEY LAUGH

Who's a lovely litter picker, eh?

I am! I am!

I'm a lovely litter picker!

THEY LAUGH

Do you want a go, Jemima...whoa!

'Now, as you know, when Grandpa gets into things, he can make them go.

'So, now he was making the litter picker fly!

'And he flew right out of the lighthouse window!

'This time Grandpa had gone too far.'

It's incredible, Mr Mentor. It talks AND it flies!

I don't remember inventing the flying bit?

It's heading for the beach. Let's go!

'The litter picker landed at the beach hut and Grandpa jumped out.

'As we arrived, I just caught sight of him running for the beach hut.

'So, as the others ran to the bird, I ran to Grandpa.

'He was trying to find somewhere out of sight of the others,

'to take his cap off.'

Cap off, Grandpa, quick!

Well, Jason, Mr Whoop's got his litter picker,

-and it's all down to us!

-Yes Grandpa, I'd call that teamwork!

-Teamwork!

You should have seen it, Grandpa!

'Later, Jemima couldn't stop talking about it.'

-It was just amazing!

-Mr Whoops was certainly very pleased.

And it flew! Can you believe it flew, Grandpa?!

Yes, I can. Mr Mentor is an excellent inventor.

And it talked! It said...

-I'm the perfect little litter picker!

-Yes! Grandpa, how did you know?

Oh, I've known a lot of litter pickers. They all sound the same.

Oh, Grandpa...

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