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[singer] ♪ I got a big, big book But a bigger beak ♪

♪ And when the story starts I want a piece ♪

♪ When my imagination Starts to sing ♪

♪ I'm gonna do my thing Whoo-ooh ♪

-♪ I'm the Interrupting chicken ♪ -[chorus vocalizing]

♪ Every story can be rewritten ♪

[singer, chorus] ♪ Who knows What's gonna happen ♪

[Piper] "Arizona Chickenstone and the Temple of the Troll."

Thanks for taking us on a walk, Papa.

I love being in nature.

Me too!

Me three!

-[bugs buzzing] -[coughing, spitting]

Except for the bugs.

Coming!

So, Theodore, where is this creek you've been telling us about?

The coolest creek in the woods ever!

I think we're close.

I can't wait to show you.

[Piper] Which way do we go, Theodore?

Uh, I drew how to get there in my official explorer journal.

Let's see.

Drawing of a rocket ship, mustard stain. [gasps]

Aha! Here it is.

To find the coolest creek ever,

take the path with the tree and the big rock by it.

Let's go!

[Piper] Uh-oh. All of the paths have a tree and a big rock by them.

Oh, no. You're right.

What if we can't find the creek?

I don't know which way to go.

We'll just keep looking. But first, let's take a snack break.

Everybody pull up a log.

-Whoo-hoo! -Whoo-hoo!

Papa, could you tell us a story?

Story! Yeah!

Okay. Let me think. What should it be about?

Hmm.

I know.

Once upon a time, there was an explorer who had been all over the world

and seen lots of amazing things

-like volcanoes... -[airplane humming]

-...pyramids and giant waterfalls. -[water splashing]

But now this explorer was ready for a brand-new adventure.

The search for the legendary lost--

The legendary lost...

Hmm.

What could this explorer be looking for?

Oh! The lost statue of the Golden Chicken.

I love it! But how did it get lost?

Uh. A mean troll took it to the Temple of the Troll.

Ooh, that's good. Yeah.

Piper, why don't you keep writing?

Okay.

♪ Out jumped A little red chicken ♪

♪ With a buck-buck-buck Bah-gawk! ♪

♪ She loved stories More than any bird You ever saw ♪

♪ Shaking Her little tail feathers ♪

♪ She was there To make things better ♪

♪ Out jumped A little red chicken ♪

♪ With a buck-buck-buck Bah-gawk! ♪

[Piper] Arizona Chickenstone, the world's greatest explorer,

was in her room packing for her next adventure:

to search for the lost Golden Chicken.

I've got my trusty rope, my trusty snacks and my trusty kazoo.

[kazoo playing]

And now, to adventure! [clucks]

[Piper] Arizona went to the jungle to look for the Temple of the Troll.

There were lots of plants everywhere.

[Duckston] Like cactuses?

[Theodore] Or sunflowers? I like sunflowers.

No, no, no! Not those kind of plants.

Jungle plants.

Well, what do they look like?

Hmm. Why not try adding some vivid detail?

That means describing something so we can picture it in our minds.

-Tell us more about the plants. -Okay.

They were tall and twisty with big green leaves that looked like fans.

And lots of colorful flowers.

But Arizona didn't know which path led to the Temple of the Troll.

Hmm.

Well, how is she going to figure it out?

I'm not sure.

Maybe some vivid detail could help. Tell us what the paths looked like.

Okay.

One path was wide with smooth rocks on it.

One was narrow with pointy rocks.

And one was covered in dirt, and in the dirt,

there were troll footprints!

The Temple of the Troll must be this way.

There it is. The Temple of the Troll.

Time to get the Golden Chicken back.

To adventure! [clucks]

[grunts]

[gasps] Quicksand! [straining]

Should've brought a longer trusty rope.

Hmm.

Arizona Chickenstone needed to find something to help her escape.

But what?

Well, what about some more vivid detail?

What else could there be in the jungle to help her?

Let's see.

Jungles have trees, logs, vines.

[gasps] That's it!

The jungle had lots and lots of vines.

[strains]

[Piper] The vines were green and polka-dotted and really long.

Wow. The vines grow really fast in this jungle.

[grunts]

[kazoo playing]

And now, to adventure!

Again!

[Piper] Arizona Chickenstone came to a big opening

with stone carvings of trolls all around.

The Temple of the Troll.

Now time to get the Golden Chicken.

Wait. Trolls usually set traps to stop adventurers.

I better be careful.

[grunting]

Hmm.

Phew. No troll traps.

-What did it look like inside the temple? -Yeah! Give us

Well, the inside of the temple was like a cave

with toadstools and troll decorations everywhere.

Uh-oh. That can't be good.

What's the sound?

Ooh, is it a troll trap?

A really big troll trap.

It was... the giant orange of doom!

[gasps]

[panting] There's nowhere else to go!

Who knew oranges could be so dangerous?

How did Arizona escape?

[Piper] She looked for vivid details.

She saw that the wall was made of bricks, and one brick looked different.

It had a blue pattern on it and it was sticking out.

[gasps] This brick looks different.

[Piper] It was a secret passageway.

Arizona went down the narrow passage.

The walls were covered in rocks the size of tennis balls.

-She turned the corner and saw... -[chews, sucks]

Hey, what are you doing here?

This is a private temple.

I'm Arizona Chickenstone.

And I'm here to take the Golden Chicken back to the museum, where it belongs.

Oh, yeah?

And how are you gonna do that?

With a little help from my friend, the Elephant of Surprise.

[kazoo playing]

-[shrieks] -[trumpets]

That was surprising.

But you'll still never get past me.

Loud noises make the rocks fall.

So if we make enough noise, we could get them to slide down and block the troll.

On the count of three. One, two, three.

[trumpets] [kazoo plays]

Hey, stop that!

I like to run a nice quiet temple here.

-[groans] -Come on.

Hey! You can't do this to me in my own temple!

[Piper] And then they saw it.

The Golden Chicken with ruby eyes and a diamond beak.

It sparkled brightly.

It was amazing.

Now let's get it back to the museum, where it belongs.

-[rocks shifting] -[gasps] It's a trap!

Uh-oh.

[laughs] Trapped you.

I make an excellent troll trap, if I do say so myself.

Don't worry. I've brought along my trusty rope.

I just need something to attach it to.

[both scream]

Oh, no. What are they gonna do?

Well, let me add some vivid detail.

The temple is inside a cave, so maybe there's something there they could use.

What about those rock icicle thingies that hang down from the ceiling?

Those are called stalactites.

Yeah, stalactites!

-[Piper] The cave had lots of stalactites. -[cave rumbling]

I'll hook the stalactite with my trusty rope.

Yes! What's a stalactite?

One of those rock icicle thingies.

[grunts] Hang on tight.

-Whoo-hoo! -Whoo!

[Piper grunts]

Made it! Yes!

[rocks crashing]

Oh, no!

[laughs] My final troll trap.

The entire temple is collapsing!

Uh-oh. That means it's collapsing on me too!

Didn't think that one through.

[screams]

Let's get outta here!

Hold on.

-[grunts] -[kazoo playing]

Jump!

-[Piper] Yeah! -[grunts]

Enough of this.

I'm going home.

We saved the Golden Chicken!

-Yeah! -[kazoo plays]

Thanks for helping me.

[Piper] Arizona Chickenstone took the Golden Chicken to the museum...

-[shutter clicks] -...so everyone could enjoy it.

The end.

-[Theodore, Duckston] Whoo-hoo! -[applause]

Wonderful story, Piper. Thank you.

It had so many great details.

Yeah. I could picture everything.

Yep! Me too.

I felt like I was really there.

Now, should we go find that creek?

Yeah. But I'm still not sure how to get there.

You said it was the path with the tree and big rock, but they all have that.

So, can you describe the tree and rock in vivid detail

so we know which path to take?

Uh, well, I remember the tree was short and twisty.

And the rock was big, round and green.

Hmm. There are two short and twisty trees.

But only one big round green rock with moss on it!

This must be the right path.

Come on!

This is it. The creek!

-Oh, wow. -Wow.

Isn't it beautiful?

-It's so nice. -Breathtaking.

I'm drawing a green rock so I remember for next time.

-I love it. -Whoa, look at all the butterflies.

Beautiful.

[Piper] "The Chicken and the Beanstalk."

Look, Mom.

I'm painting a picture of our house.

Very nice, Piper.

And look what I'm making.

[gasps]

-Benjamin, you're making a mess. -No, I'm not.

But the paint is getting all gloppy.

It's a present for my friend, Emilo.

Here, I'll show you how to do it.

Uh-uh. No! [Piper] Hey!

Okay. [chuckles] Whoa.

Let's take a break before the whole room ends up covered in paint.

[both] Okay.

Mom, could you read us a story?

Sure. Go ahead and pick one out.

-[Piper] Yeah! [clucks] -[Benjamin] Whoo-hoo!

How about Jack and the Beanstalk?

-Yeah! -Okay.

"Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jack who lived with his mother,

and every day, she would do her favorite thing."

You know, Jack, there's nothing I love more

in the whole world than listening to music.

I know you do, Ma.

[record player screeches]

Oh, no. The record player's broken.

[sighs]

Uh, don't worry. It's all right, Ma. I'll just--

[cow mooing]

[gasps] Idea. Our cow would be happy with another family.

I'll take her to town and trade her for a new record player.

Really? You'd do that for me?

Of course. You're my one and only, Ma.

Aw.

[Jack whistling]

[Mom] "But on his way to town, Jack came across a mysterious man."

Hello.

Say, that's a fine-looking cow you got there.

Oh, thanks, Mysterious Dude.

I'm gonna sell her to get a record player for my mom.

I'll tell you what, I'll make you a deal. Your cow for these.

Whoa. What are they?

Beans. Oh, but not just any beans.

Magic beans.

Sweet!

You got a deal, Mysterious Dude.

You take the cow, and I'll take the magic beans.

[whistling]

Ma, look what I traded the cow for.

Magic beans. Pretty cool, right?

You traded our cow for a handful of beans?

Well, magic beans if you wanna get technical.

They don't seem very magical to me.

Aw, and now we don't have music or a cow.

[groans] Wrong move, Jack.

[sighs]

[gasps] The beans are magical. They grew a giant beanstalk.

I gotta see what's up there. [straining]

[Mom] "So, Jack climbed and climbed and climbed until..."

[grunts] Wow.

-[drums beating] -[gasps] Music.

[grunts] Huh?

Everything is so-- [gasps]

Giant.

[gasps]

And a harp that plays music by itself. Ah, that would make my mom so happy.

[panting]

[grunting]

[yelping, grunts]

[crashes]

-[gasps, grunts] -Did you hear something?

[whimpers, grunts]

Whoa!

[strains] Got it.

[grunts]

Fee, fi, fo, farp. That sounds like my magic harp.

[panting, grunting]

Oh, no. Jack needs help.

No! The giant needs help. She wants her harp back.

But, Benjamin, Jack needs the harp to make his mom happy.

Jack was running toward the beanstalk when...

♪ Out jumped A little red chicken ♪

♪ With a buck-buck-buck Bah-gawk! ♪

♪ She loved stories More than any bird You ever saw ♪

♪ Shaking Her little tail feathers ♪

♪ She was there To make things better ♪

♪ Out jumped A little red chicken ♪

♪ With a buck-buck-buck Bah-gawk! ♪

Oh. Hey, chicken.

I'm Piper. And it looks like you could use some help

getting that harp down the beanstalk. Come on.

[both grunting]

-[Piper] Whee! -[Jack] Whoa!

Hey, come back here!

-[Piper] Whoo! -[Jack] Whoa!

[both cheering]

-Oh. -[Piper] Jack gave the harp to his mom

so she could listen to music again.

And they all lived happily ever after.

Not everyone was happy.

Yeah. That's not a happy ending.

But Jack got what he wanted, and he did something nice for his mom.

Well, yeah, that might be a happy ending from Jack's perspective,

but the giant might have a different perspective.

What do you mean?

Perspective is the way that you see something.

From Jack's perspective,

his mom was upset, and he had to do something to help her.

But what was the giant's perspective?

How did she see things in the story?

I guess I didn't think about that.

What if I try writing the story from the giant's perspective?

Great Idea.

Let's see.

Once upon a time, there was a giant who loved to play music.

She was practicing to play at story time at the library,

but then a big beanstalk sprung up out of nowhere.

Huh. Is that a beanstalk?

[Piper] Then strange things started happening around the house.

[footsteps running]

[rustling]

-[crashes] -[gasps]

[exclaims] There must be a ghost.

Oh, no. The giant is scared, and now Jack is taking her harp.

She needs help.

[harp tune]

-Fee, fi, fo, farp-- -[Piper] I'll help you save your harp.

[exclaims] Ghost!

Nope, chicken. Bah-gawk! I'm Piper.

And there's no ghost, but there's a boy named Jack who's taking your harp.

But don't worry, I'll stop him.

[grunting]

Stop! Jack, come back!

[pants] Jack, wait.

Please don't take the harp. It belongs to the giant.

But I need it for my mom.

You don't understand. The harp is really important to her.

They play music together,

and they've been practicing to play for story time at the library.

Oh, really? I didn't know the harp was so important to her.

[sighs] I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have taken it without asking.

-[Piper] Jack decided to return the harp. -[Jack sighs]

[Benjamin] And they all lived happily ever after.

Wait. But now the story has a sad ending from Jack's perspective.

Is there a way to write the story

so that is has a happy ending from everyone's perspective?

Hmm. Okay.

The little red chicken said...

There's someone I want you to meet.

Oh!

-Whoa! -Whoa!

My harp! I was afraid I would never see you again. Mmm.

Yeah, I'm sorry I took it.

I was just trying to find a way to do something nice for my mom.

She loves music.

Jack didn't know how much your harp meant to you.

Yeah, we're really looking forward to playing at the library together.

Well, good luck.

Now I've just gotta figure out how to cheer my mom up with some music.

Hey, I've got an idea.

[grunting and laughing]

Well, what do you think, Ma?

I love it. Let's come back every week.

And this time, everyone really did live happily ever after.

[audience cheering]

Now that's a happy ending from everyone's perspective.

Are you two ready to finish your art projects now?

Yeah! Yep.

Benjamin, I'm sorry I called your art project a mess.

I should have found out your perspective.

So why are you making a painting that's so gloppy?

Because it's a present for Emilo. He likes it that way.

[doorbell rings]

Hi, Emilo.

Hi, Benjamin.

I made something for you.

Here, you can take my arm.

Emilo is blind,

and he uses his sense of touch to appreciate art.

So the paint has to be gloppy so he can feel it.

From that perspective, it makes perfect sense.

Oh, wow. I can feel fluffy feathers and something fuzzy.

Are those pipe cleaners? Uh-huh.

Ooh, and I feel lots of paint. So many textures.

Benjamin, you're a really good artist.

He sure is.

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