Read the complete animated story book: Baby Jason

Art: Margaret Krakowiak Story and Music by: John Rickey

It was spring in Cedar Valley and the flowers bloomed and the song birds sang.     "Would you like to have a baby?" asked Joe, looking at Mary with dreamy eyes.     "Oh yes!"said Mary. "Babies are so cute and cuddly"

Mary and Joe went to the hospital.     As they walked down the hall, Joe smiled at Mary with a twinkle in his eye. "I can feel it now, our baby will be sweeter than honey on a morning rose."

Mary looked at Joe. Joe looked at Mary. . . but as they got closer to the room, Mary's eyes sparkled.

Joe and Mary's joy melted to wrinkles of worry.     But as Joe listened, his face brightened... "I think I hear a little gurgle."

Joe and Mary's joy melted to wrinkles of worry.     But as Joe listened, his face brightened... "I think I hear a little gurgle."

Joe and Mary burst into the room, looking anxiously in the baby's basket.      "What happened?" questioned Joe with his mouth dropping to his shoes. " Oh my!" shrieked Mary turning red.

Jason stood up and grooved, " Like -ah what's to eat Big Mama and Papa?"

"How dare you talk to us like that!" scolded Mary and Joe."Sit down! Or I'll. . ."     "Like-ah, cool it big Mama and Papa," interrupted Jason."I got a call on line one."

Jason grabbed the phone and started talking:     "Is this Joe's Pizza House?     Yeah! I want 200 Pizzas. I'll pick them up in a minute     Lay me five.     Jive Clive!"

"Give me that phone!" yelled Joe and Mary.     But Jason quickly jumped on the bed doing three somersaults to fly out the window and land in a super sports car.

Jason sped down the road to get his pizzas only to be stopped by a police officer.     "Slow down!" warned the police officer.     "I'll go as fast as I want to."argued Jason.

The police officer didn't know what to do. He had never arrested a baby before.     So he took Jason to Principal McGumrot at Black Gully Public School. He was tough and rough and didn't take any back talk from anyone.

"He talked rudely to us!" complained Jason's parents, joining the police officer.     "What have you to say for yourself?" growled McGumrot.     "I am but a teeny, weeny baby and no one has told me how to talk," replied Jason, sweeter than honey on a morning rose.

"Act like a baby!" yelled McGumrot, banging his fists.

Next the police officer complained "I caught him speeding!"     "What have you to say for yourself?" grumbled McGumrot, red with anger.     "I am but a teeny, weeny baby and no one has told me how fast to go," tweaked Jason with a whimper.

This time McGumrot exploded ordering, "Act like a baby!"     Everyone trembled and hugged each other.

Old McGumrot ground his teeth together and growled slowly,     "Act...     like...     a...     baby!" There was silence . . . No one dared move . . . Even the police officer.

A tear rolled down Jason's cheek.     He crawled along the floor, stopping at his parent's feet. Looking into their eyes he murmured, "goo goo ma ma da da.".

Jason picked up his bottle and gave it to his dad.

Jason crawled into his mom's arms and cooed a gentle gurgle.     "Oh Jason!" cried his mom, cuddling him gently.     "Can I feed the baby?" asked his dad.     "May I hold him?" begged the police officer.

A pizza man arrived at the door.     "Who's paying for all these pizzas?" he asked.     Mary looked at Joe. Joe looked at Mary. Then everyone looked at Jason.     Jason had only one thing to say . . .

                                                                  THE END

Read the animated story book: "Help! Meow...Meow..."

A dragon forgot to shave and his beard caught fire. Muscle Mac doused that fire!

Mary-Joe's pet hippopotamus got stuck in the tub. Muscle Mac popped that hippo!

     Panting and out of breath, Mac had three phone calls at once: "I lost my shadow," cried Peter Pan.
    "I fell off the beanstalk," groaned Jack.
    "I lost my lamb," sobbed Mary. 

     "I can't take it anymore! Please, find another hero!" yawned Mac hanging up the phone. "I'm strong and brave but I'm just too tired! "
     Mac doddled to his room in a sleepy daze and flopped on his bed.     Within minutes all that you could hear was: "snorrr...whoo..snorrr..whoo" 





    Through the silence there broke an ominous, terrifying sound!
    ..."Meow..Meow.." .
     Mac buried himself in his covers, hugging his teddy bear.
    Then with one little eye, peeked through a hole in his cover thinking, "Maybe there's a burglar in the closet!" 










    With all the courage he could muster, he stepped carefully to the closet and got ready to do a flying Ninja kick...
    . . . but nothing was there. Nothing was there at all! 

    Mac got himself together, took three deep breaths and went to bed.
    Within minutes all that you could hear at Mac's house was: "snorrr..whoo.. snorrr..whoo.." 

    Again an ominous, terrifying sound pierced the darkness!.
    "Meow..Meow.." and again it thundered, "Meow ..Meow.."
    Mac buried himself in his covers, hugging his teddy bear. Then with one little eye, peeked through a hole in his cover thinking . 












    "Maybe there's a T-rex and a Three Horn having a fight in the basement." 


















    Quickly putting on his army helmet and mustering up his best two point six one phaser blaster, Mac stepped carefully into the basement and pointed his phaser blaster.























    ...but nothing was there! Nothing was there at all!
    Mac got himself together, took three deep breaths and went to bed. All you could hear at Mac's house was: "snorrr..whoo..snorrr..whoo.."







    Again through the silence broke a terrifying, ominous sound..
     "Meow..Meow.."
    It roared again..
    "Meow..Meow.."
     and again "
    Meow..Meow.."
    Mac went screaming around the room, finally hiding in his closet. His trembling hands held the doors but the sound got louder and louder.
    Meow..Meow.."     Meow..Meow.."     Meow..Meow.."







    " Suddenly a paw reached under the door! 
























    Mac completely gripped with fear, fainted, falling flat to the floor.
     He was out cold!
     It wasn't long before a warm purring awakened him.
     He felt something softly brushing his side and carefully opened his eyes.
     At first everything seemed blurred but gradually his eyes focused on something licking his face. Mac laughed and opened his arms for the biggest hug ever. 

    Warm and content, Mac fell asleep with a friend in his arms.
     Within minutes all that could be heard at Mac's house was:
     "snorrr..purrr..snorrr..purrr.." 

                                                            THE END

Read the kids animated picture book:"Why Didn't You Say So?"

Art: Denise Edwards Story and Music by: John Rickey

Alfred didn't have time to eat his breakfast. He didn't even have time to go to the washroom. He was late. Very late, and his school bus was honking.      Gulping down three glasses of water, he shot out the door, only to boomerang back and plead, "Mom, I've got to go to the washroom!"      "Then go at school,"his mother replied. "You'll be there in just a minute."

Alfred plodded onto the bus, eagerly awaiting the washroom.      But his bus got a flat and he walked in late, right in the middle of Mrs. Peedlepot's lesson on Africa.      "Can anybody tell me the name of a large cat living in Africa?" asked Mrs. Peedlepot. "Some people call this animal the King of the Jungle."      Alfred's hand shot up like a rocket. "Yes Alfred. Tell us, what is this large animal? What is this King of the Jungle?

All eyes fell on Alfred. There was silence. Alfred stood up, twisted his legs together and blurted, "may I go to the washroom?"

"No, that's not the animal! I've heard of a lion. I've heard of a tiger but I've never heard of a cat called: 'May I go to the washroom'. Sit down! "      Shaking his head, Alfred sat down, but sighed as he heard the recess bell.      The class ran out the door, leaving him behind. You know it's hard to run with your knees stuck together!

Nevertheless, alone in the hall, he waddled to the washroom, only to have a large shadow engulf him.     "No one in the halls!" thundered Mr. Knickerwacker, the principal. "Get out!"     However the recess bell rang and the students burst back into the school.

Again Alfred waddled himself late into another of Mrs. Peedlepot's lessons. This time it was math.      "What is three plus three?" questioned Mrs. Peedlepot.      Alfred flapped his hand in desperation.

"Yes Alfred. Tell us! What is three plus three? What does this add up to? What is this number?"      All eyes fell on Alfred. There was silence. Alfred stood up. Twisted his legs and blurted: "May I go to the washroom?"

"No! That's not the number! " yelled Mrs. Peedlepot.      "I've heard of numbers like six and three and twenty, even a million and a billion but I've never heard of the number: "May I go to the washroom. Sit down!"      Shaking his head, Alfred sat down ever so carefully.

The day went slowly for Alfred.      Eating lunch made things worse.

Trampoline lessons for gym almost exploded him.

Boa Constrictor lessons for science almost squashed it out of him.

Tackle football at pm recess almost made him lose

As hometime approached, Mrs. Peedlepot noticed Alfred squirming and turning a bit purple. "Is anything wrong?" probed Mrs. Peedlepot.

Alfred burst like a stuck balloon. "May I go to the washroom? I've been trying all day. I have to go ! I have to go! I have to go! Please let me go!"

"Well!" replied Mrs. Peedlepot. "Why didn't you say so? Go!"

Watching Alfred waddle to the washroom, Mrs. Peedlepot just shook her head mumbling, "these kids, they just don't speak up!"      Alfred shook his head too and waddled, then ran, then raced to the washroom! THE END