Narration of \"Skelly's Halloween\", written by David Martin, published by Macmillan Publishing Group
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British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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snap my fingers and rattle my bones. It's Halloween, said Skelly. Bone skeleton, and he danced around the room singing had shoulders, knees and toes. Trick or treating. Here we goes. But Skelly had been sleeping all year because that's what skeletons do when it's not Halloween. So he had to think fast and make a costume. I don't want to be a witch again. I kept falling off my broomstick, and when I was a monster, I was so scary. I had to hide from myself. And then I didn't get any candy. I know I'll be a ghost. He grabbed a sheet off his bed, and as fast as his bony fingers could cut and sew, Skelly made a ghost costume. Hot diggity! I am one boot if algo host. But guess what? When Skelly stepped outside, the wind swept him up into the air and flew him like a kite. He twirled. He flipped. He spun until, Oh, no. The wind stopped and Skelly fell down, down, down garage. Luckily, when Skelly hit the ground, he didn't break any bones, but he sure was in pieces, legs, ribs, arms, fingers, toes and all the bones in between. was scattered here, There, everywhere! Oh my! How am I going to get put back together in time to go trick or treating? Said Skelley. Just then a snake slithered by snake. I'm so glad to see you said Skelley. I need help. Can you give me a hand on? And that's a joke? Yes, said snake. But I can help. And bone by bone. He attached this bone to that bone and that bone to this bone. When snake was done, Skelly looked at himself all the way down to the tip of his tail. Wait a minute. I'm not supposed to have a tail. Thank you, Snake, But this isn't me. Sorry. Scaly set, snake. We'll fix you, said an aunt. And like a construction team, the whole ant colony got toe work. Thanks, said Skelley. But I can't walk with six legs. I keep tripping. I'm a two legged skeleton. We don't understand how we walk with so many legs either. Set an end. But God, I've got two legs. But God, let me help set a chicken. Oh, brother! Now I look like I'm supposed to lay an egg, said Skelly, who was so upset he collapsed into a pile of bones. I'm like Humpty Dumpty. Mhm, he sighed. No one can put me together again. No more running, No more dancing. No more trick or treating. Just then, some Children found Skelley. Look, whispered the chef bones. Riel, bones. Let's get out of here, Wait, said Skelley. And they talk. Run! Shouted the pirate, Don't go, Please, I need help, said Skelley. I'm not just a pile of bones. I'm a walking, talking trick or treating Halloween skeleton. What happened? Ask the pirate. It's a long story. Can you help put me back together the right way? That's easy. We'll make you look just like me. I'm a walking, talking trick or treating skeleton to, said the girl, dressed like a Scott. In soon, Skelly was Skelly again. Click my heels and rattle my bones, he said. I feel like my old self. I can run, I can jump and you can go trick or treating, said the chef. I can indeed and I know the best places, said Skelley. Come on, everyone, it's Halloween and you know what I always say? Sure, they shouted. Trick or treat, smell our feet. Give us something, go to eat, exactly! Let's go, said Skelley. The end