Mission Magic Bubble
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Hi kids this is a story my great grandfather told me many years ago, and its all about a cupboard bear, a magic bubble and a tomatofish. Cupard bears live on the planet cupboard and are normally bright yellow or orange with green or sometimes blue luminous ears. they work very hard, spending most of there time making bubbles of different sorts and sizes, one sort is a magic kind and must always be kept under lock and key. One day as the bears werevery busy making bubbles, the alarm bells began to ring, so they all made their way to the assembly hall to find out what had happened. they were told that a bubble had gone missing and what was worse was it was a magic one. this was very serious because magic bubbles can change one thing into another, and they get upto all sorts of mischief...
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cupboard bears was imagined a long time ago on a very sunny day out side my uncle Michaels house with all the great grandkids sat on the grass, my uncle bobby came to visit but ended up giving us the best story ever told. when I got home I expanded and turned this story into an adventure fit for a king, my uncle bobby painted the pictures and we collaborated with my mum to make the story come alive.
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Bobby he was vibrant, a little crazy, psychedelic, single person that lived his life in the dream world. let me explain it all began when I was six, my mother took my sister and I to Gloucester for a family visit, we all walked in to my uncle Michaels house where Jamaican food was being cooked and 18 ''speakers in the front room blasted reggae music out of them, the base made your feet tingle and the sweet tops gave you Audrey halls voice singing one dance won’t do, and this gentle skinny giant with a large leather jacket bounced into the room like a rabbit, twittering his nose’ I’m a pink rabbit I’m a pink rabbit!’’ he exclaimed. ‘’that smells good!’’ He said, laughed, and bounced into the kitchen to get some. My mum bobbed in and out of the room dancing and got grooving to the music playing off bobby’s vibe. My mum Yvonne has many brothers and she is the only girl, they all called her scat! As she can’t remember anything, she and the boys used to get up to all sorts of mischief or should I say adventures. Whenever we went to Gloucester I made a point to ask my mum if we could visit bobby and we did, I listened to the imaginative stories and was told the history of every painting every dream and new adventure he was on or going on. I loved it as I had my own Indiana Jones