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Transcript: 'Rodeo Red' read by Gillian Anderson

[Storyline Online intro] Welcome to Storyline Online Brought to you by the SAG-AFTRA Foundation I’m Gillian Anderson And today I’m going to read Rodeo Red Written by Maripat Perkins and illustrated by Molly Idle I go by the name of Rodeo Red. My best friend in all the world is my hound dog, Rusty. Rusty and me had always been happier than two buttons on a new shirt… …until Sideswiping Slim showed up. The first time our eyes met, I knew Slim was trouble. He looked as slippery as a snake’s belly in a mudslide. I thought for sure anybody who hollered that much would be hauled to the edge of town and told to skedaddle. But the Sheriff and her Deputy seemed smitten. Slim laid low for a while, but gradually he started moving into my territory. I’d come home to find my belongings all in a tumble, my spurs missing, or grape jelly smeared on my favorite hat. I tried reasoning with Slim. I showed him the border between his camp and mine. But that scallywag talked nothing but gibberish. He just moseyed back into my ranch like he owned the place. Finally I threw in the sponge. I didn’t want nothing more to do with that cantankerous lemon custard. Then one day Rusty weren’t nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere for him. I knew right then that Slim was up to his sideswiping ways. It was time for us to go toe to toe, eyeball to eyeball. Late that night I snuck into Slim’s camp. There he was, sawing logs, poor Rusty in his clutches. I eased up and tried to slip Rusty out real gentle-like, but Slim was squeezing that dog tighter than a greenhorn riding a bucking bronco. I tugged and pulled, but it weren’t no use. “Dadburnit, Slim!” I hollered. “Give me back my dog!” Well, that woke him up. He set to squawling like a fire truck heading to a wiener roast gone bad. In two shakes, the Deputy was in there telling me to git. Wouldn’t you know Slim would have the law on his side? I went back to my ranch, feeling lower than a prairie dog’s basement. I just had to get Rusty back. The next day I snuck back into Slim’s camp. I swung my rope and caught Rusty round the middle. But Slim lit into a fit loud enough to cause a stampede. The Sheriff showed up and well… What followed weren’t pretty. She dropped me into a holding cell quicker than you could say lickety-split. I was madder than a bee in a Sunday bonnet. When the Sheriff finally let me out, I decided to drown my sorrows and grab some grub. Halfway through my second cookie, I heard a commotion. The stagecoach had arrived with the mail. Glory be, there was a package for me! It was a belated birthday gift from Aunt Sal. Now Aunt Sal is a good ole gal, but truth be told, she’s a city slicker. I was hoping for a sturdy set of boots or a good piece of rope. Instead I got some sort of varnished varmint. It looked lazy and addle-brained to me. I doubted it could even keep mice out of the barn. And then an idea lit up my noggin. I sauntered into Slim’s camp, bold as a new nickel. I had that sissified simpleton in my arms, cuddling it like it was the best thing I could ever think to do. Slim’s eyes shone like two full moons. He stretched out his hands and said, “Gimme gimme gimme!” I took my time, petting it real slow-like. “You want this critter?” I looked him square in the eye. “You gotta give me back my dog.” Slim hesitated. His eyes darted back and forth between Rusty and that fussy feline. I could tell he was weighing things out. But the sight of that dolled-up dandy was finally too much for him. He handed over Rusty like he was a hot coal at a barbeque. After that, Slim didn’t pay Rusty no never mind. He hugged that frilly varmint like he’d found his best friend for life. Well, there’s no accounting for taste, but what did I care? I had Rusty back where he belonged, safe in my arms. It was time to put my boots up for a spell before the next adventure. I tucked Rusty close and we headed back to the ranch, happier than two freckles on a sunny cheek. When I was a little girl -- I was 12 years old -- uh, my mom and dad, my Sheriff and Deputy, had, uh, my little brother. And so I know what it feels like to be usurped. I know what it feels like to have somebody come in out of left field and take all the attention and sometimes it doesn't feel very good. And I think I got mad just like Rodeo Red sometimes. And it was very hard to share things with my little brother. And it took, um, quite a while for me to get used to it and to learn that there was enough love to go around for everybody, for both of us, and also then for my little sister who showed up shortly after that. So, um, yeah, that's why I like this book 'cause I identify with the feelings. Well, thank you for watching Storyline Online. Make sure to check out all of our stories. Keep watching and keep reading. [End credits]

Transcript: 'Arnie the Doughnut' read by Chris O'Dowd

Welcome to Storyline Online, brought to you by the SAG-AFTRA Foundation. I am Chris O'Dowd and today I'm going to read Arnie the Doughnut, written and illustrated by Laurie Keller. Arnie turned out to be just the kind of doughnut he'd hoped he'd be-- Chocolate-covered with bright-colored candy sprinkles. "Look at all my sprinkles-- there must be a million of them!" "Actually, there are only 135, but I'm not going to spoil it for him." He was made very early in the morning at the Downtown Bakery-- "Home of the Best Doughnuts A-'Round'!" "A-round? Get it?" Arnie was proud to be one of the best. He knew that people all over town made special trips to his bakery to buy doughnuts of their very own. As Arnie sat on the tray, which had just been placed in the doughnut case, he took a moment to reflect on the amazing things that had happened to him that morning. 1. Cut into ring 2. Deep-fried "I'm soaking in boiling grease, but I love it!" 3. Cooled --"Your drink, sir." --"Thank you!" 4. Iced --"Who's that handsome doughnut?" --"That's me." 5. Sprinkled Caution: Sprinkle Area Must wear safety googles 6. Named "Whatever I'm named, I'm going to go by Cool Iced-D." Arnie looked around and saw all sorts of doughnuts sitting nearby. A cinnamon twist, doughnut holes, chocolate zebra, square, powdered, long john, bear claw, various muffins... --"Hey, I'm a muffin." --"I'm a different kind of muffin." He tried to strike up a conversation with an apple fritter on the next tray over, but she didn't seem to want to talk. "It is rather early. Maybe she's not a morning doughnut," Arnie supposed. It was 6 A.M. and the baker had just hung the OPEN sign in the window. Arnie was fascinated as he watched customers stream into the bakery. One by one, doughnuts were chosen, placed in paper bags, and whisked away with their new owners. Some went by the dozen in giant boxes. "Goodbye!" Arnie yelled to each doughnut. "Have a great trip!" "This is so exciting! I wonder who will choose me?" Just then, Arnie looked up and saw a man pointing right at him! "Moi?" Before he could say another word, he was pulled from the tray and placed in a paper bag of his very own. "Thank you, Mr. Bing. Have a nice day!" Arnie heard the baker say to the man. "Mr. Bing... that's a fine name," Arnie decided. "I can hardly wait to meet him!" "Good-bye Arnie!" "We'll miss you!" "I should have talked to him while I had the chance." The ride to Mr. Bing's apartment was a little bumpy. Arnie was grateful for the soft napkin the baker had so thoughtfully placed underneath him in the bag. He had never ridden in a car and wished he could look out the window to see all the sights. But more than anything, he wished he could meet Mr. Bing. "Why does he keep me in this bag?" Arnie wondered. Finally, the car came to a stop and they were home. Mr. Bing carefully removed Arnie from his paper bag and placed him on a clean, shiny plate. "What a handsome plate," Arnie said to himself. "I'm not crazy about the design-- I prefer a more modern look. But it's nothing a little paint can't fix." Mr. Bing gently lifted Arnie from his new plate. "Isn't that cute?" thought Arnie, as he closed his eyes and smiled. "He wants to hold me." As Arnie relaxed in Mr. Bing's hand, he felt himself moving higher and higher away from his plate. When he opened his eyes to see where he was going, he discovered that he was headed straight for Mr. Bing's open mouth! "What are you doing?" shouted Arnie. Mr. Bing was stunned. He dropped Arnie back onto the plate. "I was going to... eat you," he replied in shock. "Eat me?" Arnie shrieked, his sprinkles flying everywhere. "Why would you do a thing like that? Do you make a habit of eating all your houseguests?" "No... of course not." "So, why then did it suddenly occur to you to eat me?" Arnie demanded. "Well... because... you're a doughnut. That's what doughnuts are for-- to eat." "Do you mean to tell me you've done this before?" "Yes... I eat a doughnut every day," Mr. Bing said sheepishly. Arnie froze. He felt sick and frightened "I'd better get out of here before he tries to eat me again!" and angry! "My friends have probably all been eaten!" He thought to himself for a moment. "I must put a stop to this right away! I'll call the bakery and warn the others. Whoever's left, that is!" Arnie knew that there was no time to waste and that he needed to be very sneaky in order to keep his plan from Mr. Bing. He turned to Mr. Bing and said in his sweetest voice, "Excuse me, sir, but I don't believe we've been properly introduced. My name is Arnie." "Um... hello... Arnie," Mr. Bing stammered. "I'm Mr. Bing. It's nice to eat you-- I mean meet you." "Mr. Bing, would you be a dear and allow me to use your telephone?" Arnie asked extra politely. "Oh... well, okay," said Mr. Bing, and he handed Arnie the phone. As quickly as he could, Arnie dialed the number of the bakery. "Downtown Bakery, home of the best--" "Mr. Baker Man!" Arnie frantically whispered. "This is Arnie the doughnut. Do you remember me? You made me at 5:15 this morning, and I was bought about twenty minutes ago by a man who goes by the name of Mr. Bing." "Yes, Arnie," the baker answered. "What can I do for you?" "Now, I don't want to alarm you, but just moments ago, that man tried to eat me! And not only that-- he claims to have eaten hundreds of us! I'm going to make a run for it, but I wanted to warn you so that if you see him coming into the bakery again, you can stop him!" "Oh my, Arnie-- I thought you understood. That's why I make doughnuts... for people to eat." "I can't believe it!" Arnie gasped. "Are the other doughnuts aware of this arrangement?" "Well, I think so," the baker said. "Let me ask them to make sure." The baker yelled to the other doughnuts, "Do you doughnuts know that you're going to be eaten?" "Yes, we know!" the doughnuts shouted back. "We're delicious! I don't blame them." "Did you hear that, Arnie?" the baker asked. Arnie was crushed. The phone dropped from his hand. He'd heard all he needed to hear. Arnie forgot all about his plan to escape. He collapsed back onto the plate, glanced up at Mr. Bing, and muttered, "All right then, let's get this over with. Go ahead and eat me." Mr. Bing gazed down at Arnie. "I'm not going to eat you, Arnie," he said reassuringly. "I just wouldn't feel right about it now." "Really?" Arnie said, with a huge sigh of relief. "Well, I'm glad to see that you've come to your senses!" "But since I'm not going to eat you," Mr. Bing continued, "I'll have to figure out something else to do with you. I paid good money for you-- I don't want to be wasteful." "Of course not!" Arnie agreed. "What we need to do is each make a list of things I can do with you instead of eating you. Between the two of us, I know we'll come up with something." "Good plan, Mr. Bing!" Arnie said. "This will be a breeze-- I bet I'm good at lots of stuff!" They both feverishly wrote down their ideas. When they were finished, Mr. Bing asked, "Would you like to read yours first?" "Sure thing, Mr. Bing!" Arnie answered. Things Mr. Bing can Do with Me Instead of Eating Me "Do you need a ballroom dance partner?" "No, I don't dance." "You could use a personal fitness trainer." "Hmm, I'd get too sweaty." "How about a portrait painter?" "Oh, heavens no!" "Would you like me to entertain you at parties?" "Doughnut make my brown eyes bluuue..." "I don't like throwing parties." "I could be your chauffeur." "But you can't see over the steering wheel." "I'd make a great bodyguard!" "Who could you protect me from-- a cookie?" "All righty, Mr. Bing. Let's hear what you came up with!" "Okey-dokey," he replied. "I just know you'll like some of these." Things I Can Do with Arnie Instead of Eating Him "I could use you as a pincushion." "Ooh, too painful!" "How about an air freshener for my car?" "How about not?" "Would you like to be a picture frame?" "I can't imagine so." "I need a new bowling ball." "Well, don't look at me!" "You'd make a fine paperweight." "Boring!" "What about a doorstop?" "Try again." But there was nothing else on Mr. Bing's list. They were both completely out of ideas. Arnie and Mr. Bing were exhausted. They felt terribly disappointed. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Mr. Bing finally spoke. "I'm sorry, Arnie-- but it's clear that we can't agree on anything for you to do around here. This is difficult for me to say, but I think it would be best if you found another home." "I know," said Arnie, fighting back tears. "I'll just be on my way then. Is it all right if I keep this napkin to pack up all my loose sprinkles?" "Of course," Mr. Bing replied sadly. "As soon as I get a job, I'll pay you back the money you spent on me." "That's not necessary, Arnie." Arnie shook Mr. Bing's hand and thanked him for his kindness. Mr. Bing opened the door, and as Arnie left he paused and said, "I guess doughnuts really are only good for eating, aren't they?" They both waved good-bye and Arnie was gone. Mr. Bing stood at the window and watched as Arnie walked away. He walked past the flower beds, the mailboxes, and the apartment manager's office. "Is there anything worse than a sad pastry?" He passed the tennis court, the swimming pool, and the clubhouse. --"Oh my gosh, is that a doughnut?" But when Arnie reached the "No Dogs Allowed" sign at the end of the driveway, Mr. Bing suddenly came up with a new idea. "Arnie! Wait up! Arnie!" yelled Mr. Bing as he ran after him. Arnie turned back and stopped. When Mr. Bing caught up with him, he was out of breath. "I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier!" Mr. Bing panted. "Arnie, I've always wanted a dog-- "Keep talkin', big guy." "--and could never have one because they're not allowed here. But there's no sign that says "No Doughnuts Allowed." Arnie perked up when he realized what Mr. Bing was thinking. "Would you like to take walks and play fetch?" Mr. Bing asked excitedly. "You bet I would!" "Can you do tricks, like rolling over?" "Rolling over? Look at me-- I was made for rolling over!" "Well, then, there's only one thing left to ask. Arnie, will you be my doughnut-dog?" "Oh, Mr. Bing-- I would love to be your doughnut-dog!" From that moment on, Arnie and Mr. Bing were inseparable. Arnie liked being a doughnut-dog even better than he liked being a doughnut! "Arf! Arf! Arf!" He went through a short phase of chewing on furniture and barking at the mailmain, but after a crash course in obedience school, he graduated first in his class. Everywhere the two of them went, people would stop to pet Arnie. No one had ever seen a doughnut-dog before. --"Oh, what a darling man." --"What a darling dog!" Arnie and Mr. Bing had so much fun together. Arnie was the best pet Mr. Bing could ever have hoped for-- and Mr. Bing was Arnie's best friend. The end. I chose this book because it illustrates that two people who come from very different backgrounds, the eater and the eat-ee-- -- can come together and compromise. And decide that together, eating doesn't need to take place at all, they can just be friends. Sometimes, you're the eater. Sometimes, you're the eaten. Thank you for watching Storyline Online. Hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to check out some of our other terrific stories. Keep reading, keep watching, keep eating.

Transcript: 'Carla's Sandwich' read by Allison Janney

Welcome to Storyline Online brought to you by the SAG-AFTRA Foundation. I'm Allison Janney and today I will be reading "Carla's Sandwich" Written by Debbie Herman and Illustrated by Sheila Bailey Carla brought weird sandwiches to school. Buster noticed it first. He was sitting next to Carla at lunch one Monday. "EEEW! What are you eating?" Buster asked. "It's all green and slimy!" "It's an olive, pickle and green bean sandwich," said Carla. "I made it myself. Would you like some? I brought extra." "No way!" said Buster, pinching his nose. "That's gross!" "It's not gross," said Carla. "It's different. I like to be different." "It's not different," said Buster. "It's gross." And he went to sit next to Leslie instead. On Tuesday Carla's sandwich was long with something yellow and white oozing out the sides "What in the world is that?" asked Leslie. "It's my Banana-Cottage-Cheese Delight," said Carla, "on a tasty toasted baguette." "Bananas and cottage cheese?" asked Leslie, sticking out her tongue. "That's disgusting." "It's not disgusting," said Carla. "It's creative." "It's disgusting," said Leslie, and she went to sit next to Natie instead. On Wednesday Carla's sandwich was orange and brown and lumpy. It crunched when she bit into it. "Ugh!" said Natie, who was sitting next to her now. "What is that?" "I call it Carla's Crunch," said Carla. "It's peanut butter, crackers and cheddar cheese in a lovely pita bread. I brought extra. Would you like some?" "No way!" said Natie, scrunching his face. "That's sick!" "It's not sick," said Carla. "It's unique." "It's sick," said Natie. And he went to sit next to Marcus instead. On Thursday Carla brought a chopped liver, potato chip and cucumber sandwich. On Friday she brought a sardine and mustard sandwich with sunflower seeds. By Monday, no one wanted to sit next to Carla, so she ate by herself. At the end of the day, Miss Pimento made an announcement. "Tomorrow we will have a picnic." "Hurray!" everyone shouted. "A picnic! Yippee!" The next day, when the lunch bell rang, the kids ran to get their picnic lunches. "I have peanut butter and jelly," Natie announced to the class. "I have baloney," said Leslie. "Tuna," called Buster. "Hey Carla, what do you have?" Carla didn't answer. "It's probably a ketchup, spinach and jelly bean sandwich," joked Buster. He and Leslie howled. So did Natie. "It is not!" said Carla. "Let's have some quiet in here," said Miss Pimento, "or we won't be able to have our picnic." The class was suddenly silent. Then the children followed Miss Pimento, two by two, down the hall out the door and down the block to the park. "All right, everyone," said Miss Pimento. "Find a place to sit and bon appètit!" Carla took a bite of her sandwich. "Yuck!" said Buster, pointing at Carla's sandwich. "What is that -- a worm sandwich?" "For your information," said Carla, "It's a lettuce, tomato, raisin, bean sprout, pretzel and mayonnaise sandwich. I call it the Combo Deluxe." "It looks more like a Wormbo Deluxe!" teased Buster. Leslie and Natie burst out laughing. Buster rummaged through this knapsack. "Uh oh," he said quietly. He rummaged some more. "Uh oh," he said again. He dumped everything out of his bag. "I can believe it," Bust said sadly. "I forgot my sandwich." "That's awful," said Leslie, biting into her baloney sandwich. "A real bummer," said Natie, chomping on his peanut butter and jelly. Soon everyone was eating -- everyone except Buster. Carla looked at Buster. She looked her sandwich. She looked back at Buster. "You can have one of mine," She offered. "I brought extra." Some kids snickered. "No thanks," said Buster glumly. "I'm not that desperate." Doris ate her egg salad sandwich and Rufus ate his tuna. Herbert ate his salmon salad sandwich and Barbara ate her turkey. Buster's mouth began to water. Buster look at Carla's sandwich. "Maybe bean sprouts aren't so bad," he thought. "It's really quite delicious," said Carla, catching Buster's glance. Buster quickly turned away. Susan ate her corned beef sandwich and Harris munched his taco. Fabio ate his chicken sandwich and Gordon ate his meatloaf. Buster was growing hungrier by the minute and his stomach growled loudly. "Raisins are kind of fun," he thought, "and who doesn't like pretzels?" Marcus ate his cheese sandwich and Darcy ate her bagel. Buster eyed Carla's sandwich again. "You don't know what you're missing..." Carla sang out. Buster couldn't take it anymore. He looked around. Everyone was busy eating. No one was watching him. "Okay," he whispered to Carla. "Okay, what?" asked Carla. "Okay, can I have one?" he whispered again. "Can you have one what?" asked Carla. Buster blurted impatiently, "Can I please have one of your sandwiches?" Everyone looked up. Carla smiled and handed Buster a Combo Deluxe. Buster examined the lettuce, tomato, raisin, bean sprout, pretzel and mayonnaise sandwich carefully. He looked at Leslie, then Natie, then Carla. And then he took a very small bite. All eyes were watching as he chewed and swallowed. "Well?" asked Leslie impatiently. "Well?" asked Natie. Buster didn't say anything. He looked at everyone and took another bite. And another. And another. "I can't believe he's eating it!" said Natie in disgust. "What does it taste like, Buster?" asked Leslie. "Is it gross?" Buster didn't answer. He was too busy eating. When the last bite was gone, Buster licked his fingers and smacked his lips. "Yum!" he said. "That was the best sandwich I ever ate!" "It was?" asked Natie in horror. "It was?" asked Leslie in dismay. "It was!" said Buster, smiling at Carla. Carla beamed. "I bet you'd all enjoy the Combo Deluxe," said Carla. "Who'd like to try some?" Slowly, Leslie raised her hand. And then Natie raised his. Then Darcy, Susan, Rufus and Fabio. Soon all the kids had their hands in the air. Carla took her last sandwich, broke it into small pieces and handed them out to everyone "Wow!" said Leslie, tasting her piece. "This is terrific!" "Yeah!" Said Natie. "It tastes great!" "Tomorrow I'm going to bring a creative sandwich too," said Leslie. "Maybe it'll be a mustard sandwich with baked beans and French fries. What do think of that, Carla?" "Sound good," said Carla. "And it's definitely creative." "I'll bring a spaghetti and soy sauce sandwich," said Buster as he sat down next to Carla. "Yum," said Carla and Leslie together. "I don't know what I'm bringing yet," said Natie, "But it'll be unique." The next day everyone in Miss Pimento's class brought an unusual sandwich to school. There was an asparagus and salad dressing sandwich, a pistachio and tangerine sandwich, and even a pizza sandwich. "What did you bring today, Carla?" asked Buster. "I'm not telling," said Carla. "You'll have to wait until lunch time." The morning seemed to last forever, but finally the lunch bell rang. While Buster was munching away on his spaghetti and soy sauce sandwich, he glanced over at Carla. This time her sandwich was not green. It was not slimy or lumpy and nothing was oozing out the sides. "So, what kind of sandwich is that?" Buster asked. "Yeah, Carla," said Leslie. "What's inside?" Natie looked at Carla, waiting for an answer. "Well," said Carla. "Today I have... peanut butter and jelly." "Peanut butter and jelly?" asked Buster in disbelief. "Peanut butter and jelly?" Leslie and Natie asked together. "Peanut butter and jelly," said Carla, biting into her sandwich. "I like to be different." The end. I picked "Carla's Sandwich" because I like the idea of kids learning to celebrate their uniqueness. The things that make you you are you. There's no other person like you in the world and that should be celebrated. I think, at the end of the story, the kids learn to appreciate Carla's uniqueness and I love that part of the story. Thank you for watching Storyline Online. Make sure to check out all of our stories. Keep watching and keep reading.

Transcript: The Story of Ferdinand | Read Aloud Flip-Along Book

hi everyone today's flip along is the story of ferdinand by monroe leaf illustrated by robert lawson once upon a time in spain there was a little bull and his name was ferdinand all the other little bulls he lived with would run and jump and butt their heads together but not ferdinand he liked to sit just quietly and smell the flowers he had a favorite spot out in the pasture under a cork tree it was his favorite tree and he would sit in its shade all day and smell the flowers sometimes his mother who was a cow would worry about him she was afraid he would be lonesome all by himself why don't you run and play with the other little bulls and skip and butt your head she would say but ferdinand would shake his head i like it better here where i can sit just quietly and smell the flowers his mother saw that he was not lonesome and because she was an understanding mother even though she was a cow she let him just sit there and be happy as the years went by ferdinand grew and grew until he was very big and strong all the other bulls who had grown up with him in the same pasture would fight each other all day they would butt each other and stick each other with their horns what they wanted most of all was to be picked to fight at the bull fights in madrid but not ferdinand he still liked to sit just quietly under the cork tree and smell the flowers one day five men came in very funny hats to pick the biggest fastest roughest bull to fight in the bull fights in madrid all the other bulls ran around snorting and budding leaping and jumping so the men would think that they were very very strong and fierce and pick them ferdinand knew that they wouldn't pick him and he didn't care so he went out to his favorite cork tree to sit down he didn't look where he was sitting and instead of sitting on the nice cool grass in the shade he sat on a bumblebee well if you were a bumblebee and the bull sat on you what would you do you would sting him and that is just what this bee did to ferdinand wow did it hurt ferdinand jumped up with a snort he ran around puffing and snorting budding and pawing the ground as if he were crazy the five men saw him and they all shouted with joy here was the largest and fiercest bull of all just the one for the bull fights in madrid so they took him away for the bullfight day and a cart what a day it was flags were flying bands were playing and all the lovely ladies had flowers in their hair [Applause] they had a parade into the bull ring first came the banderieros with long sharp pins with ribbons on them to stick in the bowl and make him mad next came the picadores who rode skinny horses and they had long spears to stick in the bowl and make him madder then came the matador the proudest of all he thought he was very handsome and bowed to the ladies he had a red cape and a sword and was supposed to stick the bull last of all then came the bull and you know who that was don't you ferdinand they called him ferdinand the fierce and all the banderieros were afraid of him and the piccadores were afraid of him and the matador was scared stiff ferdinand ran to the middle of the ring and everyone shouted and clapped because they thought he was going to fight fiercely and butt and snort and stick his horns around but not ferdinand when he got to the middle of the ring he saw the flowers and all the lovely lady's hair and he just sat down quietly and smelled he wouldn't fight and be fierce no matter what they did he just sat and smelled and the banderieros were mad and the piccadores were madder and the matador was so mad he cried because he couldn't show off with his cape and sword so they had to take ferdinand home and for all i know he is sitting there still under his favorite cork tree smelling the flowers just quietly he is very happy the end thanks for reading along with us come back next week for another story

Transcript: Aliens Ate My Homework - Trailer

hi this is William Shatner check out my new movie aliens ate my homework in which I played the intrepid intergalactic adventure are known as Phil the plant the movie is based on Bruce scovilles blockbuster book series and here's a sneak peek and collect a math worksheet surprisingly nutritious soup get off no bars your worksheet done yes but I can't hand it in right now because aliens ate my homework I am a planet worth knowing there's an intelligent life on this world after all there are action figures whatever you need to tell yourself what is it with you and boogers is that not an appropriate expression of righteous warrior rage of your five how could I watch you I feel the need for speed how did you do so flower power [Music] this is gonna get messy nobody's gonna mow me down what science tells us exactly what to do next [Music] I'm a plant worth knowing