Character Voices - Kid Detective Series
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Child (5-12)Accents
North American (General) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
it was Friday afternoon, I think. Anyway, Hard san, not No. One summer days can melt together like two scoops of ice cream sitting in the same bowl under the same hot sun. Speaking of ice cream, me and Sandy had it on our minds. Big time. She was over for a play date, the one she'd cracked the code for when we were over at Leo's house, we were in my room now, hatching a plan for how we could get our hands on a nice cold treat when the ice cream truck came down the street. I've been scouting it for a while now. Every day, a little past lunchtime, the truck would slowly roll right past my house. Blasting is tinny music so loud I could feel it in my bones? I tell you what. It's a funny feeling when your ears hurt in your mouth waters all at the same time. Mom was in the kitchen and Sandy and I figured we lay on her the old Philadelphia flim flam routine. I was sure it would work. We ran through the details one more time. Okay, said Sandy, closing your eyes to picture it all happening in her head. First I walk into the kitchen, put my hand on my forehead and say, Oh, my missus, fly This heat is simply unbearable. Wouldn't you agree? I'm afraid it's giving me the papers. Vapors, I corrected. It's giving you the vapors. What in the world are the vapors anyway? Sandy asked, breaking from the routine. I'm not really sure, admitted. I think it's like feeling lightheaded only worse. But let's get back to the plan. You are the most important part, right? Said Sandy. She got back in the character him. This heat is simply unbearable. Wouldn't you agree? I'm afraid it's giving me the vapors if there's only something that would call me off Perfect, I told Sandy, and that's when I casually walked right past the kitchen and say, I declare, What is that tinkly music I hear in the background, some sort of vehicle head In this way, Sandy clapped her hands with excitement, and that's when the ice cream truck drives right past the house and your mom will have no choice but to get us both a cold, delicious street. That's the plan, I told Sandy. But if I've learned one thing in nearly six years on this planet. It's not the count my ice cream sandwiches before they melt. Now it's time to put a plan into action. Let's scoot.