3. Caillou is afraid of the dark.
[Story time, kids. This all happened when Caillou was just three years old.
Today the story is called "Caillou is afraid of the dark."]
Daddy: Good night, Caillou. Have sweet dreams.
Mommy: Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.
Caillou: Ok. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. Bed bugs, Mommy!!
Mommy: Caillou, what's wrong?
Caillou: Bugs, Mommy.
Mommy: There, all gone. There was just shadows.
Caillou: But what about the scratchy monster.
Mommy: I don't hear a scratchy monster.
Mommy: I'm sure you think you heard something.
But there is no need to be afraid of monsters.
Do you know why? Because the monsters are unreal.
They just make believe. Good night, dear.
Caillou: I'm not afraid of monsters. I'm not afraid of monsters. Daddy!
Daddy: It's ok, Caillou. It's just your toy, Snaky.
Caillou: Yes, but (there/it) was a flying monster….(there was/and
the) a scratchy monster, it's in my room.
Daddy: You probably just imagine you heard something, Caillou.
I can't find anything.
Caillou: But this scratchy monster, he went (scratchy sound).
Daddy: Try listening to the music box. It will make happy sound for you while you're asleep. Good night, Caillou.
Caillou: Mommy! Daddy! The scratchy monster. He got me. Help!
Daddy: The wind blow is making the tree branch hit the window.
That was making a scary noise.
Mommy: See, darling. Sometime ordinary things can seems scary.
Caillou: so, the scratchy monster was just the tree.
Look! the scratchy monster.
It wasn't a monster. It was just Gilbert.
Daddy: That cat.
Mommy: You’ll be able to sleep fine now, dear.
Daddy: With a little help from Teddy.
Caillou: I hope there won’t be any more scary sounds.
4. Caillou's friends.
[What's the matter, kids?
Our friends were supposed (to) come and they’re not here.
Well, while we're waiting it's story time.
Now what did Caillou do today?
Today, the story is called "Caillou's friends."]
[Caillou was feeling very sorry for himself]
Grandma: Whatever’s the matter, Caiilou. You don't look very
Caillou: I've got nobody to play with.
Grandma: Don't you have any friends?
Caillou: No, I don't.
[At that moment Caillou really thought he didn't have any
and that made him feel even more sad and lonely]
Grandma: I'm sure you must have some friends. Let see if we
can think of one.
What about that nice girl, Clementine?
Caillou: Clementine loves candies.
Caillou: Can I..?
Clementine: Ok. Want some? Oh No.
Clementine: I'm putting the yellow one in a row.
Teacher: Caillou, that candy was on the floor. It's not
going in your mouth.
Clementine: Wait a minute. I have some more here. They're clean.
Grandma: Well that's one friend, do you have any others?
Caillou: I don't think so.
Grandma: Let see now. What about that boy, Leo?
Caillou: Leo is funny.
Mommy: What's so funny, you two?
Caillou: Nothing, Mommy.
Grandma: Well now that's two
friends. Do you have any others?
Grandma: Really? What about Gilbert? Isn't he your friend?
[Caillou had forgot about Gilbert. Of course Gilbert was his friend.]
Caillou: Yeh, Gilbert, you're my friend.
[Caillou was much happier now.
He started out thinking he didn't have any friends.
But now he knew he had three.
And now that he knew he had three friends Caillou began to think about whether he had any more?]
Caillou: Rosie's my sister,Grandma. But she’s my friend too.
Grandma: That's right.
Hanker: Hello everybody.
Caillou: Hello Mr.Hanker.
and Mr. Hanker's my friend too.
I have lots of
friends, don't I? Grandma.
Grandma: Yes, you do.
Caillou: It's Mommy and Daddy.
you're my friends and so Rosie and Gilbert and Mr.Hanker and Clementine and
Mommy: Are those all your friends?
Mommy: Aren’t you forgetting someone?
Caillou: Oh. Yes. and you're my friend too, Grandma.