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Sleep Tight Stories - Bedtime Stories for Kids
Scoop and the Missing Robot 🤖
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A short bedtime story for kids
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Hello, friends, and welcome to Sleeptight Stories. Scoop wakes up to the sound of something running down the hall. He tries to figure out whether it is something serious or something. Just after his cookies. He decides to go and try to save the cookies. And he realizes the sound he heard was just his mom. And they are late again. Scoop and the missing robot. Scoop woke up to the sound of a herd of something charging down the hallway, followed by crashing noises in the kitchen. He lay there and listened. Maybe lions. If they were lions, he should stay in bed. He was wearing his tan pajamas, and lions mostly ate tan colored things. He was pretty sure about that. But then there was a fast movement back down the hallway. No roar, Just murmuring. Not lions. Probably raccoons. A family of raccoons could absolutely get into a house and go right for the cookies. He knew this because he'd met a raccoon once outside and it had said something in raccoon language that did not sound friendly at all. He had no idea what it said, but the tone was suspicious. The cookies had to be protected. That was enough to get him out of bed. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he knew exactly what was making all the noise. Scoop, time to get up, honey. My alarm didn't go off again and we can't be late. That was his mom. She wasn't a raccoon. She was more like a lion sometimes. Not the roaring kind, just the kind with a look that made you understand things were serious. Scoop figured she was probably so tired she slept through her alarm. He heard it, but since it wasn't his alarm, he didn't have to do anything about it. Your odos are on the table. Quickly, Scoop. She ran back down the hallway. Scoop got dressed into his favorite hoodie, the one with the robot on it. He had five of them now. All the same, his mother had solved the morning choosing problem and the stickiness problem in one purchase. Which Scoop thought was pretty smart, even if he didn't totally understand why Stinky was a problem. His best friend Boop didn't think it smelled. And she had a very good nose. Except she always had a cold, so maybe her nose was plugged. Either way, five hoodies. No decisions. Done. He went to the bathroom and did everything in the right order. Scoop liked order in the kitchen. He checked the clock. He didn't have a clock in his bedroom. Clocks made him feel weird. The kitchen clock told him he had 10 minutes, which was a problem because O's took at least 12. I'm sorry, Scoop. I don't Know what's wrong with this phone? It just doesn't go off. Can I slurp? Scoop asked, slurping. Cut at least two minutes off the whole operation. His mother looked at him. You can slurp eight minutes. A personal record. If slurping was always allowed, he might have time for a second bowl, which was a project he planned to bring up later. Bring me your backpack so I can pack your lunch in it. I put extra peanut butter on your sandwich today. Extra peanut butter was excellent, as long as he had lots of milk, because extra peanut butter made it very hard to talk. And he had to talk to Boop. And every single lunch. He ran to his room, grabbed his backpack, and did a quick inventory. Homework. Favorite pencils, library book, extra paper. Emergency granola bar. Robbie. Robbie was a robot. The same robot that was on his hoodie. Robbie went everywhere with Scoop in his backpack, sometimes in his bed, once accidentally to the dentist, which was a whole other thing. Lately, Robbie had been sleeping in his backpack. He got tired in there, Scoop figured, and it didn't seem right to disturb him. Except Robbie wasn't in his backpack. Scoop checked under the bed. He checked the closet. He checked beside the books on the shelf where his T. Rex stood guard. T. Rex used to play hide and seek, but Scoop didn't like hide and seek. So now he had an important job instead. No. Robbie. Scoop, we need to go. I know, mom, but Robbie has gone somewhere. Possibly the library. Maybe he went to find other robots. He came to the door of his room and I can't go to school without him. His mother appeared and did the check under the bed, closet, backpack, pockets. Mom, Robbie is very large and cannot fit in my pocket. I know, I know. She stopped. A small, odd look cross. I know where he is. Where? I gave him a quick clean. He had some grime on his moving parts. Scoop stared at her. Mom, robots cannot get wet. It affects their circuitry. If his circuitry malfunctions, he could start acting differently. He could go rogue. He could try to take over something. Maybe the world. It was a very light clean. Just a cloth. What kind of cloth, Scoop? Was it damp? Go put your sneakers on and I'll go get him. I hope he's okay, Scoop said, and he meant it. His mother raced down the hallway to the laundry room, where Robbie was sitting on top of the dryer. Clean, dry. Moving parts in excellent condition. He hadn't gone rogue. She carried him back to Scoop, who did a very thorough inspection before placing him carefully in his backpack. He seems fine, Scoop. Said finally. I'm glad, his mother said, looking a little relieved herself. But next time, scoop said, swinging his backpack on, maybe ask me first. I could have supervised. His mother smiled. Deal. And they left only four minutes late. Scoop didn't like that, but his mother said four minutes was basically nothing, and he decided to believe her. And that is the end of our story. Good night. Sleep tight, Sam.