Speaker 1: Hello friends, and welcome to bedtime stories with mister Jim.
Speaker 1: Oh I was just getting ready for bed, are you
Speaker 1: as well? Oh good, I hope you brushed your teeth
Speaker 1: and found all of your comfy things like pillows and
Speaker 1: blankets and stuffies. Oh yes, oh good. Well, as long
Speaker 1: as you have all those things ready, then it's time
Speaker 1: for our story. But first we must close our eyes
Speaker 1: so that we can travel to an imaginary world. Jackson
Speaker 1: and Owen's mom finished reading them a bedtime story and
Speaker 1: sent them off to bed, the big kiss on each
Speaker 1: of their little heads. Good night, my little ones, sweet dreams,
Speaker 1: she called as they went back to their beds. Jackson
Speaker 1: usually fell asleep during story time, but.
Speaker 2: Not to night.
Speaker 1: He was wide awake. He wandered over to his bookshelf
Speaker 1: and searched through the titles. There were familiar ones about
Speaker 1: a big red dog and favorites about taco eating dragons.
Speaker 1: In the back of the shelf, a silver book glowed.
Speaker 1: The light caught Jackson's attention and he reached for it.
Speaker 1: But before his fingers could touch it, the book tumbled out,
Speaker 1: its pages, ruffling as it slowly floated down on to
Speaker 1: his bed. Sitting down to it you reached for the
Speaker 1: cover that read the good Night Town. The book was
Speaker 1: once again a step ahead as it fluttered its pages
Speaker 1: automatically to the first line, Here in Goodnighttown, everyone sleeps
Speaker 1: sun up or sundown. Jackson's fingers finally reached the glowing
Speaker 1: page of the book, and instantly he became part of
Speaker 1: the story. Jackson found himself now sitting on a park
Speaker 1: bench just inside the town square. Only the bench was
Speaker 1: not like the ones in his own park. This bench
Speaker 1: was squishy and cozy and even came with a pillow
Speaker 1: to rest your head. All around the park, the other
Speaker 1: benches looked the same, some with snoozing creatures and others
Speaker 1: getting ready to rest. A family of chipmunks chittered together
Speaker 1: as they snored on the bench. Across the path, a
Speaker 1: toucan had added leaves and turned his bench bed into
Speaker 1: a cozy nest. The park was filled with the quiet
Speaker 1: sounds of animals dreaming. Jackson tiptoed toward the street, careful
Speaker 1: not to wake anyone. The sun was low in its sky,
Speaker 1: its eyes fluttering closed as it struggled to stay awake.
Speaker 1: It was a very sleepy sun. The stores were a
Speaker 1: sleeplover's dream. There was a shop dedicated to pillows and
Speaker 1: another for soft fuzzy blankets. The snuggle Buck shop had
Speaker 1: windows full of plush toys. Teddy bears, dogs, dragons, bumblebees
Speaker 1: all sat there waiting for someone to snuggle to sleep.
Speaker 1: Jackson stepped inside and found a plush polar bear hugging
Speaker 1: it already. He walked over to the counter to pay.
Speaker 1: The cashier was catnapping, curled up in the middle of
Speaker 1: the counter as she purred, excuse me, I would like
Speaker 1: to buy this polar bear. Jackson whispered to the cat.
Speaker 1: It stretched its fuzzy legs and pointed one paw to
Speaker 1: the sign by the register. It read nap time from
Speaker 1: eight am to eight pm. Please take what you'd like.
Speaker 1: Then the cat curled back down, turning its head away
Speaker 1: from him. Jackson walked along the street with his new
Speaker 1: blush polar bear toy, past shops of night lights and
Speaker 1: feedy patch ammas. He stopped in for a comet nightlight
Speaker 1: and rocket ship jammies with more sleepy cashiers who pointed
Speaker 1: to signs about nap times. He continued on until the
Speaker 1: shops disappeared and the sidewalk turned into a grassy path.
Speaker 2: Along the river.
Speaker 1: Turtles curled up on floating logs, in frogs even worth
Speaker 1: sleeping on lily pads. Is anyone awake in this town?
Speaker 1: Wondered Jackson. The sun had now made it to the
Speaker 1: edge of the trees, and Jackson watched as it grabbed
Speaker 1: some clouds and tucked itself in. The moon yawned and
Speaker 1: rose up into the sky. Well, hello there, what are
Speaker 1: you doing awake? It called down to him. I can't sleep.
Speaker 1: Jackson shrugged. Hmm, that's strange. Everyone is sleepy in good
Speaker 1: night town.
Speaker 2: Well not me. Can you help me?
Speaker 1: The moon smiled at him.
Speaker 2: Oh, of course, hop on.
Speaker 1: It sent a cloud down next to him, and Jackson
Speaker 1: climbed onto the cloud. His feet sank through the fluff,
Speaker 1: and he settled himself down. Jackson took his Comet nightlight
Speaker 1: and stuck it into the cloud. A soft light filled
Speaker 1: the space. The cloud lifted, floating slowly back toward town.
Speaker 1: He held his polar bear tight, seeing what the moon saw.
Speaker 1: Every night, white puffs escape chimneys from the houses below.
Speaker 1: Everyone inside warm and cozy. They're poor. Lights twinkled like
Speaker 1: stars from below the cloud floated over the trees full
Speaker 1: of sleepy animals, nests of birds, and tree holes filled
Speaker 1: with squirrels were all snoring away. Jackson rested his head
Speaker 1: on the cloud and watched as the ground passed by.
Speaker 1: It carried toward him mountaintops, and he felt the warm
Speaker 1: weight of sleep covered his body, and he imagined that's
Speaker 1: how the mountaintops felt when covered in snow. They passed
Speaker 1: by caves of dragons curled up with smoke and flames,
Speaker 1: following each snore from their mouths. The weight of sleep
Speaker 1: reached Jackson's eyelids and he allowed them to close as
Speaker 1: he heard the moon whisper good night. The cloud carried
Speaker 1: Jackson to the top of the page, bringing him out
Speaker 1: of the book back into his room, and pulled the
Speaker 1: covers over him and his new polar bear, making sure
Speaker 1: to plug in his comment nightlight before floating back into
Speaker 1: the book. The glowing silver book closed quietly and tucked
Speaker 1: itself back onto the shelf again, waiting for the next
Speaker 1: time Jackson needed help. Well, my friends, as we all
Speaker 1: drift off to sleep, may you have the sweetest of dreams.
Speaker 2: Good night, my friends.
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