Speaker 1: Hello, friends, and welcome to bedtime stories with mister Jim. Oh.
Speaker 1: I was just getting ready for bed, are you as well?
Speaker 1: Oh good, I hope you brushed your teeth and found
Speaker 1: all of your comfy things like pillows and blankets and stuffies.
Speaker 1: Oh yes, oh good. Well, as long as you have
Speaker 1: all those things ready, then it's time for our story.
Speaker 1: But first we must close our eyes so that we
Speaker 1: can travel to an imaginary world. Riley was fast asleep
Speaker 1: until a loud noise woke her up. What was that,
Speaker 1: Riley gasped as she sat up in bed. A loud
Speaker 1: grumble sounded through her room, again coming from her tummy.
Speaker 1: She giggled when she realized the sound was just her
Speaker 1: tummy rumbling. Oh I'm so hungry, Riley exclaimed, as her
Speaker 1: tummy continued to growl. She slipped her feet into her
Speaker 1: slippers and quietly padded down the hall. Her pet cat
Speaker 1: me out and ran away as she heard the growling
Speaker 1: of Riley's tummy heading closer. Sorry, whiskers, whispered Riley. She
Speaker 1: tiptoed down the stairs and toward the kitchen door. The
Speaker 1: hallway was dark, and so was the living room as
Speaker 1: she passed by In fact, every room in the house
Speaker 1: was dark since it was midnight and the whole house
Speaker 1: was sleeping, every room except the kitchen. Riley walked through
Speaker 1: the kitchen doorway to bright lights and the loud clanging
Speaker 1: and banging of pots and other cookware. Someone was in
Speaker 1: the kitchen cooking. It was not Riley's parents or grandparents.
Speaker 1: Hullo there, called out the mystery cook. Come on in,
Speaker 1: I am just whipping up a midnight's neck. Riley turned
Speaker 1: the corner, walking around the counters to see who was speaking.
Speaker 1: She saw a whisk being whipped in a bowl, a
Speaker 1: pot being stirred on the stove, and a plate being
Speaker 1: washed in the sink. Could it be that there was
Speaker 1: more than one person in the kitchen, an army of
Speaker 1: cooks in the room. But no, there was only one voice,
Speaker 1: and there was only one cook. Riley finally made it
Speaker 1: to the other side of the counter and saw who
Speaker 1: spoke to her. The octopus in the chef hat smiled
Speaker 1: down at Riley, So what are you hungry for? The
Speaker 1: octopus continued to smile at Riley as its tentacles moved
Speaker 1: around the kitchen. For being pancakes, mixing cake batter, scrambling
Speaker 1: eggs and slicing toast. Riley didn't know what else to say,
Speaker 1: so she asked, how did you get in here? The
Speaker 1: octopus laughed, ugh, you called for me, Riley, Well, at
Speaker 1: least your tummy did. Riley's tummy grumbled again, and the
Speaker 1: octopus pointed she now, what can I get you? Riley
Speaker 1: sat down at the table that was already covered in food.
Speaker 1: She picked up a pink macaroon and popped it into
Speaker 1: her mouth. The tar, juicy flavor of raspberries filled her mouth.
Speaker 1: The octopus was still waiting for an answer, so she replied,
Speaker 1: there is so much food here already, but I guess
Speaker 1: what I'm really craving is in French toast. The octopus
Speaker 1: tentacles got to work immediately. One grabbed a bowl while
Speaker 1: the others cracked eggs, grated cinnamon, poured milk, sprinkled brown sugar,
Speaker 1: and whisked. The tentacles moved on to slicing bread with
Speaker 1: one tentacle, dipping it into the batter with another, and
Speaker 1: dropping it on to the hot griddle with yet another.
Speaker 1: Riley watched in awe as the French toast piled in
Speaker 1: front of her in an ever growing stack. When she
Speaker 1: couldn't see around it. To the octopus in the kitchen,
Speaker 1: she shouted, okay, that should be enough. Thank you. Tentacles
Speaker 1: reached around the French toast in front of her and
Speaker 1: sliced it while pouring syrup and dropping some blueberries and
Speaker 1: strawberries on top. Riley picked up her fork and took
Speaker 1: a bite. The bread was sweet and custardy, the syrup warm,
Speaker 1: and the blueberries plump and juicy. This is delicious, she said.
Speaker 1: The octopus smiled and told her make sure you saved
Speaker 1: some room, and plopped down a three tier chocolate cake
Speaker 1: on the table between the macaroons and a pot of
Speaker 1: golden mac and cheese. Riley feasted on everything the octopus
Speaker 1: man made her. It was the most delicious buffet of
Speaker 1: all her favorite foods, made just for her. When she
Speaker 1: was too full for anything else, her eyelids started to
Speaker 1: grow heavy, she rested her head down on the table
Speaker 1: and mumbled a thank you, mister octopus. Riley woke up
Speaker 1: the next morning in her room as the sunlight streamed
Speaker 1: in and the birds cheered. She didn't remember going back
Speaker 1: to bed last night. The one thing she remembered was
Speaker 1: falling asleep at the table, Riley remembered the octopus chef
Speaker 1: and ran downstairs to the kitchen. No one was in there,
Speaker 1: and everything was clean and put away. There were no
Speaker 1: signs of piles of desserts or bowls of mac and cheese.
Speaker 1: Not a single piece of French toast from the monstrous
Speaker 1: snacks were left on the table. It must have been
Speaker 1: a dream, Riley thought. Hmm. She shrugged and opened the fridge,
Speaker 1: but inside was a plate of French toast waiting for her. Well,
Speaker 1: my friends, as we get ready to go to bed,
Speaker 1: may we close our eyes and have very sweet dreams.
Speaker 1: Good night, my friends,