“You’re getting to be a big boy, Caillou. Caillou plays the drums. Plays the drums how you like to play. Clementine’s house, she had a big box of funny clothes to play dress-up with. Oh, look at me! I’m a movie star. Hello there, movie star lady. Hmm, what was that? Oh, that’s just Billy. What’s he doing? Come on, I’ll show you. Sure is making a lot of noise. Come in. Hi, Caillou. How do you like my brand-new drums?”
“Wow, I’m learning how to play the drums so I can be in a rock band. Dressed funny, they dress cool. Hmm, I think they dress funny too. How do you really like Billy’s new drums and drumming? Sure looked like fun. Can I try your drums, Billy? Hmm, can I try your drums?”
“Yeah, me too. Can we? Oh, I don’t think so. Why not? They’re brand new and you’re too little to play them. You might wreck something. We’re not too little. Well, they’re my drums and those are my rules. Drums are for grown-ups, not little kids. Sorry.”
“It’s not fair. We’re not so little. We’re not as little as Rosie. We can do things that grown-ups do. Like what? We have to show Billy that we’re not little kids. I know, come on.”
“Hi, mommy. We’re making a snack for Billy. I’m gonna get the milk.” Caillou was very proud that he poured Billy’s milk without spilling a single drop. “There you go, Caillou. Can you cut the crusts off, mommy? Billy likes his sandwiches without them. There you go, Clementine. Thank you. Let’s go, Caillou.”
“Billy, come in. I made you a peanut butter sandwich all by myself. Except mommy cut the crusts off, but that was my idea. Here, Billy. I was careful and didn’t spill any. Ha ha, you’ve never brought me a snack before. That’s because we were just little kids before. Yeah, now we’re grown-up. Hmm, oh, I get it. You want to play my drums. Sorry, you’re still not grown-up enough. Thanks for the snack though.”
“Caillou wondered how he and Clementine could show Billy they were grown up enough to play his drums. Then he had a wonderful idea. Come in. Hello there. Pleased to meet you. Those are very nice drums. May I try them? I am a grown-up,” he knew. Haha, what is so funny?”
“Alright, alright, you can try them. Yay! This is called the snare drum. These are toms, and these are called cymbals. You can go first since Jessup was your idea. Thanks, Clementine. There’s a pedal down there. Push it with your foot. Okay, wow! That’s called the bass drum.”
“How you really like how each drum sounded different, but he liked the sound of the cymbal the best. Yeah, thank you, thank you.”
“Huh, hey, yo there. Can I help you? Oh, hello, hello, sir. I’m looking for a little boy named Caillou. Have you seen him?” “Hmm, it’s me. I’m a grown-up? Oh, Caillou, no, I don’t believe it. Look at you! Well, if you’re all grown up, you probably won’t want to play on the swings at the park. That’s what I thought we might do this afternoon.”
“I’m not really a grown-up. I’m just pretending.”
“Oh, good. Take care of Clementine. Bye.”
Caillou liked acting grown-up, but he decided that it was time to have fun being a kid again.
“Caillou’s Marching Band. Caillou’s Marching Band. Hahaha, you can’t catch me!”
Caillou wondered what that strange noise could be. “What’s that? I don’t know.” The sound was growing louder and louder. How he wanted to find out what it was.
“A marching band! What a lovely surprise. They’re going to be in a parade next week. They must be practicing.”
“Does anyone know what instruments they’re playing?”
“That’s it, Drew, right? That’s a trumpet. And that’s a… what is that?”
“That’s a tuba. And that’s a saxophone.”
Caillou couldn’t take his eyes or ears off the marching band. The music made him want to march too.
“Louder, didn’t you like the marching band, Emma?”
“They’re too loud. Marching is not loud.”
“What if I march with me? Perhaps you could lead everyone in a march back inside, Caillou.”
“Okay, try counting to four, Caillou. Not too fast, like this. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.”
“Okay, everybody else, listen carefully to Caillou when he counts, then step in time to his beat.”
“One, two, three, four. Marching is fun!”
“Well done, everybody. That’s the perfect pace, Caillou.”
“A heart? You’re going to stop marching?”
“No, I wish we were a real marching band.”
“We do. Who else would like to be in a real marching band?”
“I do!”
“Well, why don’t you start your own band?”
“Yay! But we don’t have any drums or trumpet or saxophone.”
“Drums, trumpet, or saxophone? Well, I’m sure if you use your imaginations, there are plenty of things in the playroom that can make music.”
“Caillou and his friends search for things to use as instruments, things that would make a nice loud noise. This looks like a good drum.”
“Don’t you want an instrument too?”
“Caillou remembered that Emma didn’t like loud noises. Maybe she wanted to do something quieter.”
“I like your star. It looked like the ones on the marching band hats.”
“It does. I could make hats for everyone.”
“Yeah, you can be a marching band helper.”
“Hey, you look like you could use a strap to hold your drum, Caillou.”
“Thanks, Miss Morgan.”
“Caillou felt like a real marching band drummer. Does everyone like their band hats? Yeah, thanks, Emma. Emma just needs to do one thing before you start playing. Hey, alright, Caillou, take it away!”
“Stop! Caillou didn’t like the sound the band was making. Maybe slowing things down again would help them sound better. I’m gonna start like we did before. One, two, three, four.”
“There’s a lot more room to march outside if you’d like.”
“Oh no, please don’t stop. Your marching band sounds wonderful, Caillou.”
“One, two, three, four. I use rock and roll band. One, two, three. I use rock and roll band. We like to play every day. I play drums with my hands and feet. My job’s to keep a steady beat. One, two, three, four. Bass, bass, it’s really low. He can play bass and she can play slow. I play guitar, I’m really proud. I can play soft, but I’d like to play loud. Man, we’re Caillou’s rock and roll band. One, two, three, four. Maybe one day we’ll go on tour. Playing music is really great. We’re Caillou’s rock and roll band, but we like to play every day.”
“For Caillou’s rocking band, Caillou sings. Who wants to help with the cleanup today? I do. How you liked helping out? It’s snack time. Thank you, Melanie. Thank you, Caillou. Caillou, where are you? Good job, Caillou.”
“At the end of the day today, we’re going to have a talent show. Everyone will be in it. You can make something or perform. Just pick anything you want to do.”
“Oh, I can draw a picture. Certainly, I can build a tower.”
“Good. Caillou decided he’d like to sing a song for the talent show.”
“Yes, Clementine. I’m going to sing a song. What about you, Caillou?”
“I was going to sing a song too. That’s alright, you can both sing. May I recite a rhyme, Miss Martin? Of course, Neil. I’m gonna recite a rhyme. I know lots of rhymes.”
“I’m going to sing ‘Old MacDonald Had a Farm.’ Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Very good, Clementine.”
“Caillou didn’t like the way Clementine kept picking the same thing. He wanted to do something different.”
“Miss Martin, that’s the same song I was going to sing. I’m sure we can think of another song you can do. Hmm, how about ‘Ring Around the Rosy’?”
“Okay. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Oh, I forget what comes next. And on that farm, he had some cows, E-I-E-I-O.”
“Okay, everyone, it’s time to take a break and go outside.”
“I know the beginnings of lots of rhymes. I just don’t know any endings.”
“Ring around the rosy, a pocketful of posies, hush, hush, we all fall down.”
“Ring around the rosy was Caillou’s little sister’s favorite song. Caillou decided he didn’t want to sing it because it was a song for little kids.”
“And a moo moo on the farm. Oh, that’s not right. And on that farm, they had a… a pig, E-I-E-I-O. Oh yeah, with an oink oink here and there, and an oink oink there. Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink oink. You’re a good dancer, Clementine.”
“Thanks, but I wish I could remember all the words to the song.”
“I know all the words. We could sing it together if you like.”
“Okay, let’s practice. Old MacDonald had a farm. Yeah, yeah.”
“Oh, hi. Caillou was glad that they were going to sing the song together.”
“Roses are red, violets are… what are my legs?”
“He had some… okay, kids, let’s go in. It’s nap time.”
“Caillou hoped that he and Clementine would be able to remember all the words to their song, and he hoped that everyone would like it.”
“Oh.” “On the farm, he had some cows, E-I-E-I-O. With a moo moo here and a moo there. Have we got a cow in here? Hmm. And on that farm, he had some cows, E-I-E-I-O. I still can’t remember what comes next.”
“Caillou had an idea that would make it easier to sing their song. ‘I know what we can do. We can take turns singing. You sing the parts you know, and I’ll sing the parts I know.’ That’s a good idea, Caillou.”
“Caillou and Clementine practiced their song until it was time for the talent show.”
“Alright, time for the talent show. I couldn’t remember any rhymes all the way through, so I made up my own rhyme. Hmm. ‘Roses are red, I sleep in my bed, and this is my head.’ That’s beautiful, Emma.”
“Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on that farm, he had some cows, E-I-E-I-O. With a moo moo here and a moo moo there. Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo moo. Old MacDonald had a farm.”
“That was great! This is the first time we’ve had a song-and-dance team. Thank you, Caillou and Clementine. And thank you, everybody.”
“Caillou was glad that he and Clementine had worked together on their song. It was a lot more fun than singing alone.”
“Wow, I’m learning how to play the drums so I can be in a rock band. Dressed funny, they dress cool. Hmm, I think they dress funny too. How do you really like Billy’s new drums and drumming? Sure looked like fun. Can I try your drums, Billy? Hmm, can I try your drums?”
“Yeah, me too. Can we? Oh, I don’t think so. Why not? They’re brand new and you’re too little to play them. You might wreck something. We’re not too little. Well, they’re my drums and those are my rules. Drums are for grown-ups, not little kids. Sorry.”
“It’s not fair. We’re not so little. We’re not as little as Rosie. We can do things that grown-ups do. Like what? We have to show Billy that we’re not little kids. I know, come on.”
“Hi, mommy. We’re making a snack for Billy. I’m gonna get the milk.” Caillou was very proud that he poured Billy’s milk without spilling a single drop. “There you go, Caillou. Can you cut the crusts off, mommy? Billy likes his sandwiches without them. There you go, Clementine. Thank you. Let’s go, Caillou.”
“Billy, come in. I made you a peanut butter sandwich all by myself. Except mommy cut the crusts off, but that was my idea. Here, Billy. I was careful and didn’t spill any. Ha ha, you’ve never brought me a snack before. That’s because we were just little kids before. Yeah, now we’re grown-up. Hmm, oh, I get it. You want to play my drums. Sorry, you’re still not grown-up enough. Thanks for the snack though.”
“Caillou wondered how he and Clementine could show Billy they were grown up enough to play his drums. Then he had a wonderful idea. Come in. Hello there. Pleased to meet you. Those are very nice drums. May I try them? I am a grown-up,” he knew. Haha, what is so funny?”
“Alright, alright, you can try them. Yay! This is called the snare drum. These are toms, and these are called cymbals. You can go first since Jessup was your idea. Thanks, Clementine. There’s a pedal down there. Push it with your foot. Okay, wow! That’s called the bass drum.”
“How you really like how each drum sounded different, but he liked the sound of the cymbal the best. Yeah, thank you, thank you.”
“Huh, hey, yo there. Can I help you? Oh, hello, hello, sir. I’m looking for a little boy named Caillou. Have you seen him?” “Hmm, it’s me. I’m a grown-up? Oh, Caillou, no, I don’t believe it. Look at you! Well, if you’re all grown up, you probably won’t want to play on the swings at the park. That’s what I thought we might do this afternoon.”
“I’m not really a grown-up. I’m just pretending.”
“Oh, good. Take care of Clementine. Bye.”
Caillou liked acting grown-up, but he decided that it was time to have fun being a kid again.
“Caillou’s Marching Band. Caillou’s Marching Band. Hahaha, you can’t catch me!”
Caillou wondered what that strange noise could be. “What’s that? I don’t know.” The sound was growing louder and louder. How he wanted to find out what it was.
“A marching band! What a lovely surprise. They’re going to be in a parade next week. They must be practicing.”
“Does anyone know what instruments they’re playing?”
“That’s it, Drew, right? That’s a trumpet. And that’s a… what is that?”
“That’s a tuba. And that’s a saxophone.”
Caillou couldn’t take his eyes or ears off the marching band. The music made him want to march too.
“Louder, didn’t you like the marching band, Emma?”
“They’re too loud. Marching is not loud.”
“What if I march with me? Perhaps you could lead everyone in a march back inside, Caillou.”
“Okay, try counting to four, Caillou. Not too fast, like this. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.”
“Okay, everybody else, listen carefully to Caillou when he counts, then step in time to his beat.”
“One, two, three, four. Marching is fun!”
“Well done, everybody. That’s the perfect pace, Caillou.”
“A heart? You’re going to stop marching?”
“No, I wish we were a real marching band.”
“We do. Who else would like to be in a real marching band?”
“I do!”
“Well, why don’t you start your own band?”
“Yay! But we don’t have any drums or trumpet or saxophone.”
“Drums, trumpet, or saxophone? Well, I’m sure if you use your imaginations, there are plenty of things in the playroom that can make music.”
“Caillou and his friends search for things to use as instruments, things that would make a nice loud noise. This looks like a good drum.”
“Don’t you want an instrument too?”
“Caillou remembered that Emma didn’t like loud noises. Maybe she wanted to do something quieter.”
“I like your star. It looked like the ones on the marching band hats.”
“It does. I could make hats for everyone.”
“Yeah, you can be a marching band helper.”
“Hey, you look like you could use a strap to hold your drum, Caillou.”
“Thanks, Miss Morgan.”
“Caillou felt like a real marching band drummer. Does everyone like their band hats? Yeah, thanks, Emma. Emma just needs to do one thing before you start playing. Hey, alright, Caillou, take it away!”
“Stop! Caillou didn’t like the sound the band was making. Maybe slowing things down again would help them sound better. I’m gonna start like we did before. One, two, three, four.”
“There’s a lot more room to march outside if you’d like.”
“Oh no, please don’t stop. Your marching band sounds wonderful, Caillou.”
“One, two, three, four. I use rock and roll band. One, two, three. I use rock and roll band. We like to play every day. I play drums with my hands and feet. My job’s to keep a steady beat. One, two, three, four. Bass, bass, it’s really low. He can play bass and she can play slow. I play guitar, I’m really proud. I can play soft, but I’d like to play loud. Man, we’re Caillou’s rock and roll band. One, two, three, four. Maybe one day we’ll go on tour. Playing music is really great. We’re Caillou’s rock and roll band, but we like to play every day.”
“For Caillou’s rocking band, Caillou sings. Who wants to help with the cleanup today? I do. How you liked helping out? It’s snack time. Thank you, Melanie. Thank you, Caillou. Caillou, where are you? Good job, Caillou.”
“At the end of the day today, we’re going to have a talent show. Everyone will be in it. You can make something or perform. Just pick anything you want to do.”
“Oh, I can draw a picture. Certainly, I can build a tower.”
“Good. Caillou decided he’d like to sing a song for the talent show.”
“Yes, Clementine. I’m going to sing a song. What about you, Caillou?”
“I was going to sing a song too. That’s alright, you can both sing. May I recite a rhyme, Miss Martin? Of course, Neil. I’m gonna recite a rhyme. I know lots of rhymes.”
“I’m going to sing ‘Old MacDonald Had a Farm.’ Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Very good, Clementine.”
“Caillou didn’t like the way Clementine kept picking the same thing. He wanted to do something different.”
“Miss Martin, that’s the same song I was going to sing. I’m sure we can think of another song you can do. Hmm, how about ‘Ring Around the Rosy’?”
“Okay. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Oh, I forget what comes next. And on that farm, he had some cows, E-I-E-I-O.”
“Okay, everyone, it’s time to take a break and go outside.”
“I know the beginnings of lots of rhymes. I just don’t know any endings.”
“Ring around the rosy, a pocketful of posies, hush, hush, we all fall down.”
“Ring around the rosy was Caillou’s little sister’s favorite song. Caillou decided he didn’t want to sing it because it was a song for little kids.”
“And a moo moo on the farm. Oh, that’s not right. And on that farm, they had a… a pig, E-I-E-I-O. Oh yeah, with an oink oink here and there, and an oink oink there. Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink oink. You’re a good dancer, Clementine.”
“Thanks, but I wish I could remember all the words to the song.”
“I know all the words. We could sing it together if you like.”
“Okay, let’s practice. Old MacDonald had a farm. Yeah, yeah.”
“Oh, hi. Caillou was glad that they were going to sing the song together.”
“Roses are red, violets are… what are my legs?”
“He had some… okay, kids, let’s go in. It’s nap time.”
“Caillou hoped that he and Clementine would be able to remember all the words to their song, and he hoped that everyone would like it.”
“Oh.” “On the farm, he had some cows, E-I-E-I-O. With a moo moo here and a moo there. Have we got a cow in here? Hmm. And on that farm, he had some cows, E-I-E-I-O. I still can’t remember what comes next.”
“Caillou had an idea that would make it easier to sing their song. ‘I know what we can do. We can take turns singing. You sing the parts you know, and I’ll sing the parts I know.’ That’s a good idea, Caillou.”
“Caillou and Clementine practiced their song until it was time for the talent show.”
“Alright, time for the talent show. I couldn’t remember any rhymes all the way through, so I made up my own rhyme. Hmm. ‘Roses are red, I sleep in my bed, and this is my head.’ That’s beautiful, Emma.”
“Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on that farm, he had some cows, E-I-E-I-O. With a moo moo here and a moo moo there. Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo moo. Old MacDonald had a farm.”
“That was great! This is the first time we’ve had a song-and-dance team. Thank you, Caillou and Clementine. And thank you, everybody.”
“Caillou was glad that he and Clementine had worked together on their song. It was a lot more fun than singing alone.”
