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