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Sleep Tight Stories - Bedtime Stories for Kids
Bobby's Robot Rocket Launch Party 🐻 (Encore story)
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A bedtime story featuring everyone's favourite bear
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It's the first week of summer vacation and Bobby decides to kick off the fun by having his friends over for an afternoon of fun and games. But what Bobby's mother didn't realize is that he also wanted to demonstrate the latest version of his new robot, which had a rocket attachment. What could go wrong? Bobby's Robot Rocket Launch Party what are you and Papa going to do while I'm at Bobby's house? Bernice asked Mama Bear as they pulled up to the curb. I'm not sure yet, mama Bear replied. We might go for a bike ride or sit under the backyard tree with some tea in our books. Or maybe both. You can't go on a bike ride without me, bernice said as she unbuckled her seatbelt. We haven't gone on any rides yet. Mama Bear chuckled. Your papa and I like doing fun things too, Little Bear. And besides, it's only the very start of your summer vacation. We'll have plenty of bike rides together. Are you super sure? Bernice asked as she opened the door. I'm super sure, mama said with a smile. Okay, Mama, save me some of the cookies I know you and Papa are going to eat. Bernice called as she ran up Bobby's walkway. Be good. And don't forget to thank Bobby's mom, mama Bear called after her. Bernice rang the doorbell once. Bobby had changed the chime to a dinosaur roar, which his mom thought was funny, but when he changed it to a fart noise, that one didn't go over as well. The door flew open. Hi Bernice. Bobby grinned. Everyone's here except Addie, she couldn't come because she got a cold at the last minute and didn't want to share her virus. And I thought we had to share everything. Did you bring cookies? Papa didn't bake yesterday. I was super surprised, bernice said. But I brought some snacks. No carrots, I promise, she added with a giggle. Hi, Bernice, Bobby's mom called from the kitchen. Everyone's having a snack. Before heading outside, Ethan brought this dip his mom made, Bobby whispered like it was a secret. It goes with these little bread things. I was going to eat it all with a spoon, but then I remembered you might like some. They walked into the kitchen where Ethan and Gertrude were munching on snacks and talking. Probably about books, Bernice guessed. Hi, Bernice, said Gertrude. Try the dip Ethan brought. It's pretty tasty. My mom made it, but I think it's from one of my grandma's recipe books, ethan explained. She's got a whole attic full of old cookbooks. So how's the first week of vacation so far? It's been okay, I guess, bernice said. I've been trying to do all the usual stuff. I brought watermelon slices if you would like some. So, Bobby, Gertrude asked as she took a juicy slice, what are we doing after snack time? I brought a bag of Frisbees. Ethan said we could play Frisbee golf. Well, my mom has a bunch of games set up in the backyard, bobby added. And she's doing a barbecue. Hot dogs and burgers. No carrots. Yum, Ethan said. I've been practicing Frisbee golf with my neighbor, so I'll try not to win. Just to be nice. I want you guys to have a chance. A barbecue sounds nice, bernice agreed. Then Bobby leaned in and waved everyone closer. He lowered his voice. Okay, so we've got our barbecue and backyard games and our usual chats and stuff, but I have something more planned. I finished a prototype of my latest robot and added something special just for today. After Ethan told me your new bus might have a rocket powered engine, it gave me an idea. Bernice raised an eyebrow at Ethan, who shrugged. So, Bobby continued, I built a rocket module. My goal is to launch the robot into the stratosphere and then have it glide back down and walk itself home. I even picked a park nearby as the landing zone for safety. This, he declared proudly, is not just a hangout, it's a rocket launch party. I don't know what to call my new invention yet. Bobby, bernice said, already frowning. Does your mom know about the rocket part of this get together. It's a surprise demonstration. Bobby grinned. Are you sure this is a good idea? Bernice asked. Your inventions sometimes have, let's say, independent personalities. Yeah, ethan added. You wouldn't want to knock down a satellite or anything. You guys worry too much. What could possibly go wrong? Bobby shrugged. Bernice, Ethan, and Gertrude all exchanged a very long look. Didn't your last robot accidentally vacuum up your mom's slippers? Bernice asked. That was a feature, not a bug, bobby said proudly. I think you should call it the R3000 Rocket Edition, Ethan said between bites of watermelon. I brought my little notebook, gertrude said, tapping the COVID We could use it in case we need to record the moment Bobby's invention goes rogue again. Eventually, they all agreed on the Name Super Rocket 3000 Chatted a little bit more about Bobby's robot, how strict their English teacher had become, Ethan's latest book, which was confusing, but in a good way, and how it was too bad Addy couldn't make it. Then, after everyone finished their snacks and wiped watermelon juice off their fingers, they got ready to head outside to play backyard games while Bobby's mom prepared their barbecue lunch. After they all got their sneakers on, Bobby clapped his hands together like their gym teacher often did to get everyone to gather around for a huddle. Okay, launch team, he said, hopping from one foot to the other. Frisbee Golf is set up in the backyard, and my mom thinks that's what we're doing first. But we have something more celebratory to do. Historic. Maybe that is what we're doing first, bernice reminded him. Bobby glanced over his shoulder and lowered his voice. Yes, yes, but before that, a little preview of scientific history in the making. Oh boy, ethan muttered, already regretting every decision that led him here. Meet me by the tool shed in three minutes, bobby whispered, then added, I. And bring your most scientific faces. This is a serious experiment. Bobby dashed outside and the rest of them followed at a more cautious pace. The backyard was sunny and the breeze was just right for a game of Frisbee Golf and a rocket launch. Behind the tool shed, partially hidden under a blue tarp and surrounded by a few Frisbees and one extremely confused garden gnome, stood Bobby's latest creation. There it is, bobby said dramatically, pulling back the tarp with a flourish. The Super Rocket 3000, version 4.1. With integrated flame retardant feet and a peanut butter jar I turned into a fuel stabilizer, the rocket was a sight. It had the body of an old vacuum cleaner, two grabber arms made from salad tongs and what looked suspiciously like a bike helmet duct taped to the top. What happened to its head? Gertrude asked. It is its head, bobby said proudly. It's aerodynamic. I liked the one that made toast, bernice said, squinting at the robot's legs. These ones look kind of springy. They are. I added bounce boosters just in case the glide mode fails. Define fails, ethan said. Fails is such a negative word, bobby replied. Let's focus on the possibilities. This baby is going to launch straight up, reach low Earth backyard orbit, glide over to the park, and land safely on that big grassy hill. Have you tested this? Gertrude asked, taking a small step back. I tested the flame system without fuel, bobby said. And I tested the wings in the hallway. What happened in the hallway? Bernice asked. I don't want to talk about it. They stared at the robot. It stared back, or at least its helmet faced them in a way that felt like staring. You didn't tell your mom about this, did you? Ethan said. She thinks maybe we will build model rockets, which this technically is. It's just slightly more ambitious. Slightly? Bernice echoed. Gertrude sighed and took out her notebook. I'm logging this under Probable Regret Number one Unsupervised backyard launch. Trust me, said Bobby, hands on his hips. What could possibly go wrong? Okay, bobby said, rubbing his hands together like an evil genius you might see in a movie. Everyone ready? I'd say no, ethan replied, but I feel like the countdown is inevitable no matter what we say. Bobby grinned and handed out safety gear he'd put together himself. Bernice got a pair of swim goggles. Ethan was given an oven mitt. Gertrude received a bike helmet with a sticky note on it that said Approved by Science. Bobby, naturally, wore a colander over his head. Safety first, he said, tightening the strap under his chin. Safety adjacent, gertrude muttered. They gathered in a loose circle a safeish distance away. Bobby adjusted a few knobs on the back of the robot, then twisted what looked like the top of a mustard bottle. All right, Super Rocket 3000, prepare for launch, he announced, commencing countdown. 10. 9. 8. Bernice whispered. Please don't explode. 7. 6. 5. Is it supposed to smell like pickles? Ethan asked, sniffing the air. Four. Three. And then, whoosh. With a sudden blur of tinfoil and duct tape, the robot shot up into the air. Not upward in a graceful arc like Bobby had planned, but sideways with all the grace of a confused goose on roller skates. It's flying. Bobby shouted. It's not flying, gertrude shouted back. It's escaping. The robot rocketed across the yard, knocking over a lawn chair, setting off the neighbor's wind chimes, and whizzing past the barbecue grill like a caffeinated raccoon. It banked hard left, bounced off the trampoline, spun like a Frisbee, and just as they all collectively gasped, crashed straight through the open window on the second floor. There was a pause, a long one. Then Bobby came the unmistakable voice of Bobby's mom from inside the house. Uh oh, ethan said. Did she sound angry? Bobby asked, eyes still wide. She sounded like she just watched her curtains get set on fire, bernice replied. There's no fire, bobby said hopefully. Probably. Gertrude wrote something in her notebook. Probable Regret Number Two Rocket Robot Achieves Altitude Also Indoor Entry Bobby looked at the group. So maybe we do Frisbee golf now. Bernice patted him on the back. Let's go play. You're probably not going to science camp anymore. I'll write her an apology letter, bobby mumbled, slowly removing his colander helmet. And maybe one to the robot, Ethan added, it's probably traumatized. They headed off toward the backyard game zone, leaving a trail of crumbs, laughter, and just a little bit of rocket smoke behind them. After they played a few games of Frisbee golf, Bobby got called to talk to his mom privately, which is never a good sign, especially for Bobby. They gathered around the picnic table while Bobby's mom tried to remain calm and pick tiny robot wheels up off the ground. Bobby pokes at his hot dog. I might not get to go to science camp now, he sighs. Even though all great inventors make mistakes, didn't one of them blow up a whole lab? Ethan offers, holding his bun like it might explode next. And another one invented bubble wrap by accident, gertrude adds while trying to make wallpaper. Bernice, licking mustard off her hand, says, if science camp doesn't want someone who can invent a sideways flying window smasher, they're missing out. I just wanted to impress everyone, bobby mumbled. Show that I could build something amazing. That I could do something big. Well, said Bernice, you did do something big. Your robot almost made it to the second floor on its own. And besides, you are the best inventor the world may ever see. It did make it to the second floor, ethan corrected. Through the window. Bobby cracked a small smile. Gertrude leaned in. Besides, who says mistakes aren't part of science? If you ask me, that robot was just testing the limits of gravity. And home insurance, ethan added. They all laughed, except Bobby's mom, who had just discovered a melted rocket fin wedged in the wall of the house. Bobby cleared his throat. Maybe I need to introduce more testing into my inventing process. Just then, Bobby's mom brought over a tray of cold lemonade and a plate of cut fruit. I figured we all deserved a little treat, she said with a sigh. Thank you for the best lunch ever, bernice said. They all raised their cups of lemonade. To science, said Ethan. To treats, said Gertrude. To slightly safer experiments, said Bobby. To summer, said Bernice, and together they clinked their plastic cups and took big frosty sips. After a fun day with friends and a great big dinner at home, Bernice went upstairs to begin her bedtime routine. She took a bubble bath with rose scented bubbles, brushed her teeth, did some stretches. Frisbee golf had made her muscles sore and made sure her favorite T shirt was ready for tomorrow. Then, after carefully arranging her bedtime friends just so, she crawled under the covers and called out, it's that time, Papa. And what time is that, little Bear? Papa Bear replied in his super deep voice. It's time to see who can yawn the most and maybe get a few papa hugs, Bernice said with a great big yawn. Oh, more yawning Olympics. My favorite. Papa Bear said as he walked up the stairs. I am so sleepy tonight, Papa. I can hardly keep my eyes open. I can see that you had a fun day today. And don't forget, tomorrow we're going on a bike ride to the ice cream shop at the park. Yeah, it's going to be fun to ride bikes. I hope Bobby doesn't get in too much trouble for his experiment today. I think he'd be really disappointed if he didn't get to go to science camp this summer. I think in this case, Bobby's mother might find another way to remind him that he has to think about the possible consequences of his experiments. Science is a way to learn how things work. But when scientists do experiments, they don't just try anything without thinking. They have to ask what might happen if I do this. That's called thinking about the consequences. He's super good at science and stuff. Yes, he is. Did you do all the things you need to do before bed? Papa Bear asked. I did, Papa. Are you comfy? Yes, Papa. How about Twiggle, Wolfie and Madeline? Are they ready for a great sleep? I think they're always ready. And what about you, Cookie? Papa Bear asked, looking down at the little cat curled up at the foot of the bed. Cookie meowed. I think that means she's ready too, Papa Bear said with a chuckle. Ok, give me a hug and a kiss and I'll leave a story on for you to listen to. Thank you, Papa, bernice said sleepily, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a big squeeze. I love you, Papa. I love you, too, little bear. And that is the end of our story. Good night. Sleep tight, Sa.