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. Fiz
Speaker 1: Bop the Month lived in Declan's dreams. They played together
Speaker 1: every night when Declan fell asleep. Sometimes he was big,
Speaker 1: so big that Declan would ride on his back as
Speaker 1: Fizbo swam through the ocean escaping krakens. Other times, fizz
Speaker 1: Bop was small, so small he rode around in Declan's pocket,
Speaker 1: helping him remember the words as he performed songs for
Speaker 1: Nights and Dragons. Some nights he was green, blending into
Speaker 1: the leaves on a secret mission with chameleons. Other times
Speaker 1: he was pink, with rainbow polka dots, teaching Declan's school
Speaker 1: how to do the fizz Bop Bop his special monster ants.
Speaker 1: But no matter his size or color, Fizbop was always
Speaker 1: buzzy and friendly One night, Declan was having trouble falling asleep.
Speaker 1: He tossed and turned, trying his hardest to get comfy,
Speaker 1: but he just could not find his dreams. Fizbop was
Speaker 1: waiting for Declan to show up. Where is Douklan, he wondered.
Speaker 1: He twiddled his thumbs, he stretched, He waited some more.
Speaker 1: Fizbop wondered if he somehow missed him. Did Declan enter
Speaker 1: a different dream? Is he lost? I will go look
Speaker 1: for him, decided Fizbop. He walked over to a tree
Speaker 1: and tugged on a nod in the bark. The bark
Speaker 1: pulled open, opening like a door. Hello, Ducklan, Fizbop called.
Speaker 1: As he stepped inside. He was greeted with a soft
Speaker 1: light of early morning. Dancing around among a field of
Speaker 1: butterflies was a little person. Fizbop decided to fit in
Speaker 1: and sprouted colorful wings so he could fly among the butterflies.
Speaker 1: He fluttered over and landed on the kid's shoulder. Duck Lan,
Speaker 1: he said. The young girl jumped in surprise at the
Speaker 1: small winged monster on her shoulder. Oh no, my name's Maisie.
Speaker 1: What are you doing in my dream? This is a
Speaker 1: dream about butterflies. Fisbop began to fly away, but bumped
Speaker 1: into a butterfly whizzing past. The butterfly became fuzzy and
Speaker 1: sprouted monster hands and feet, just like Fizbop in its surprise,
Speaker 1: The butterfly then bounced into another, who bounced into another,
Speaker 1: until the little girl's dream was no longer about a
Speaker 1: butterfly field. Now it was a field of fuzzy flying monsters. Oops,
Speaker 1: so we apologized Fizbop as he fluttered away quickly, the
Speaker 1: winged monster landed beside a lake. It was still without
Speaker 1: a single ripple in its dark blue surface. He looked
Speaker 1: through and could see another child playing in outer space.
Speaker 1: They were too far away for Fizbop to see them fully.
Speaker 1: Maybe this was the dream Declan was in. Fizbop jumped
Speaker 1: into the lake with a a single splash, and he
Speaker 1: landed on the rings of Saturn, where polar bears were
Speaker 1: ice skating along. So Fizbop strapped on his skates and
Speaker 1: followed the polar bears around the icy rings. The little
Speaker 1: person was twirling up ahead, skating in and out of
Speaker 1: the polar bears. The glue Fizbop called out. He turned
Speaker 1: white to blend in with the polar bears, but he
Speaker 1: still looked like a big, fuzzy monster. As he skated closer,
Speaker 1: he didn't notice the small ice clump in his path.
Speaker 1: Toppling over it, he skidded into the polar bears like
Speaker 1: a bowling ball into pins at once. They became fuzzier
Speaker 1: and larger. Some sprouted purple polka dots, others grew antennas
Speaker 1: the little boy turned and saw the pile of polar
Speaker 1: bear monsters, Cool, he said, but Fizbop sighed and was
Speaker 1: sad that was not declan. A shooting star was zipping by,
Speaker 1: and Fizbop jumped on top of it. The star whizzed
Speaker 1: through space until Fizbop jumped off, landing on grass made
Speaker 1: of sprinkles. He looked around and found himself surrounded by
Speaker 1: marshmallow cows. Declan, love dessert. Could this be his dream?
Speaker 1: Fizbop plucked the petals of the gum drop flowers, snacking
Speaker 1: as he made his way to the gingerbread barn. Inside,
Speaker 1: he heard the sounds of more marshmallow animals and a
Speaker 1: little voice talking to them. Declune. Fizbop called into the barn.
Speaker 1: The little person whose voice he had heard walked over
Speaker 1: to him. No, I'm wes, said the little boy. Fizbop sighed,
Speaker 1: where was Declan? He spotted a green tractor made of
Speaker 1: lollipops and opened the door. Stepping through a quiet bedroom,
Speaker 1: Fizbop looked around at the baskets of toys and neat
Speaker 1: rows of books on the shelf. There were no skating
Speaker 1: bears or dessert animals, just a cozy room with a
Speaker 1: bed and a little person lying in it. Declan. The
Speaker 1: fuzzy monster, tried once more Fizbop. Declan sat up and
Speaker 1: smiled at his dream monster. Fisbop was so relieved to
Speaker 1: have finally found him. I've been looking everywhere for you.
Speaker 1: Declan was surprised to realize he had actually been asleep.
Speaker 1: He hopped out of bed and hugged fiz Bob, who
Speaker 1: remained big, fuzzy, and blue. He was grateful for such
Speaker 1: a calm and simple dream after his adventurous search for
Speaker 1: his pal. Together, the two dream friends sat on the
Speaker 1: floor and played with Declan's train set until the sun rose.
Speaker 1: Then it was time for Declan to wake up. Well,
Speaker 1: my friends, as we all get ready to go to sleep,
Speaker 1: and when we close our eyes, may you all have
Speaker 1: very sweet dreams. Good Night, my friends.