(INTRODUCTION SONG)
COME ON. It’s Storytime, kids. Caillou doesn’t look very happy. I wonder why… Today’s story is called, ‘Caillou Joins The Circus.’
“Gilbert. I dreamed about a tiger. Daddy’s taking me to the circus today. He promised. I’m getting dressed all by myself. Daddy will be soooo happy. Oops. Oh. Ouch. Oh no. I forgot to brush my teeth.”
“Look. I got dressed all by myself.” Caillou tells dad. “UH, I can see that. And you did a very good job. But it’s so early.” “I don’t want to be late for the circus.” “The circus? Oh no. That’s not today. The circus isn’t till tomorrow.”
“No. No, it’s today. I got all dressed. It’s today.” Cried Caillou. “Come on, Caillou. Come downstairs and help me make breakfast.” “No. No. I don’t want to! Vroom-vroom-vrooooomm. Silly ol’ car. Silly-silly-silly! Waaaaa-aaaaa.”
Caillou was in a very bad mood because he wasn’t going to the circus.
“Caillou, stop all this racket. You woke up Rosie. I want you to come downstairs right now.” Dad said angrily.
Even Caillou’s Daddy was starting to get angry. “Why can’t I go to the circus? I want to go to the circus…”
“Let’s make toast. We can cut it into little duckies, Like grandma does.” says dad. “No. I don’t wanna make duckies. That’s for babies.” “Well then.. How ’bout a circus breakfast? We can cut circus animals out of toast, to have with our boiled eggs. But wait a minute. We’re missing something. Something that comes before the circus animals. Now what could that be?” “A parade? A circus parade?” “Of course. That’s it!”
“I can get the eggs.” “Whooooaa. if you wanted scrambled eggs, you should have said so.” “It’s not my fault.”
“I know, Caillou. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. It was an accident.” “Daddy. The toast!” “Hot-Hot-Hot. Ouch-Ouch.”
“You can be in the circus, Daddy. You’re a good juggler.” says Caillou. “And Rosie can be the clown.” replies dad.
“What’s going on here?” asks mom. Caillou replies and says, “We’re having a circus. Do you want to be in our parade, Mommy?” “Ooh – Are you going to be the lady who rides the horse?” asks Caillou. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. I think I’ll be the lady who marches back to bed.” says mom.
