Cody, wanna hear a story?
Yes, I do.
Can I please help tell it, too?
Yes, listen close.
Let's imagine and rhyme.
It's Cocomelon Storytime!
Cody, put on your jacket, please.
We gotta get going.
Okay, Mommy.
Look, my toy spaceship!
Zoom, zoom!
Earth to Cody, you gotta get your jacket on, remember?
You remind me of a boy in a story who also liked to dilly-dally.
What's dilly-dally mean?
Great question, Cody.
Like when you start doing one thing, then you get distracted by something else.
Oh, I do dilly-dally sometimes.
Who's the boy in the story?
His name was Jack.
Jack.
Hmm.
Did he have a friend named Jill?
Yes.
And did they go up a hill?
Yes.
I'll tell you the rest on the way.
It's called Jack and Jill.
One day, Jack and his friend Jill came across Old King Cole.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul.
That's him.
But today, the king wasn't feeling very merry.
The royal ball is tonight, and all I have to wear is this plain gold crown.
Every king has a gold crown.
I don't want a crown like this one.
I want something different.
A crown that's fun and silly, but still magnificent.
Your Majesty, leave it up to us two.
We'll make this crown oh so special for you, said Jack.
And he promised to do it right away, super fast, without delay.
Wonderful, Jack.
Jill, I hereby declare you Royal Crown Jackerators.
Wait, didn't Jack and Jill fetch a pail of water?
I'll get to that part.
But first, Jack and Jill were going to get their art and craft supplies when suddenly Jack disappeared.
Jill said, where is Jack?
He ran away.
He's always going off to play.
When Jill caught up to Jack, He was playing peek-a-boo with rub-a-dub-dub, three hens in a tub.
Jack was making the hens giggle and flap their wings so hard they splashed all the water out of their tub.
Oh no!
The hens started arguing about who would go up the hill to fetch a new pail of water.
Jack banged on the crown to get the hens' attention.
Don't argue, hens.
We'll fetch the water for your tub, said Jack.
But Jack, we promised to decorate the king's crown right away, without delay, Jill reminded Jack.
But Jack didn't hear her, because he was already gone.
Now, Jack meant to go up the hill to fetch a pail of water, but he saw a little ladybug flying around and just had to follow it.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Jack, we promised to get the hen's water.
And we still have to decorate the king's crown.
Where is Jack?
He ran away.
He's always going off to play.
Jack doesn't have time to follow the ladybug.
They have a lot to do.
They sure do.
But they finally made it up to the top of the hill and fetched a pail of water.
Yay!
But Jack still wanted to play.
And he was standing on a hill that was perfect for rolling down.
Come on, Jill.
Let's roll!
Whee!
Jack rolled down, but he broke the king's crown.
And Jill came tumbling after.
Clink!
Snap!
Jack and Jill were at the bottom of the hill.
Their crown snapped in half and their water spilled.
And just when they thought things couldn't get worse... It started to rain!
You're right, Cody.
The good thing is, the rain filled up the hen's tub.
When Jack and Jill walked back to return their pail, Jack said to the hens I'm sorry you had to wait for the rain to fill your tub.
I should have gotten your water right away without delay.
But instead, I wandered off to play.
Cluck, cluck, cluck.
That's hen, for we forgive you.
Jack felt a little better, but then he remembered he also broke the king's crown.
Suddenly, Jack spotted a giant bucket full of rubber ducks.
Can I have some of these, please? asked Jack.
The hen said yes, so he grabbed the ducks and took off.
Where is Jack?
He ran away.
He's always going off to play.
Jill was so upset.
She thought Jack had learned his lesson.
Yet here he was running off to play again.
But then Jack surprised her.
Jack had glued King Coral's crown back together and covered it with rubber duckies.
That is so silly.
The king thought so too.
And he loved it.
Look at this crown.
It's so unique.
No other crown can squeak, squeak, squeak.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
Come, Jack.
Come, Jill.
Hands one and all.
Come with me. to the royal ball.
And they all went right away to the ball without delay.
Squeak, squeak, squeaking all the way.
The end.
We heard a story.
Yes, it's true.
And I helped tell it too.
We listened, imagined, and made some rhymes for Cocomelon Street.
Original podcast produced by Moodbug Entertainment.
