Blog:Caillou Joins The Circus, but it’s in Shakespearean

St'rytell'r: cometh on! t's st'rytime, kids! caillou doesn't behold v'ry joyous. I wond'r wherefore. The present day's st'ry is hath called "caillou joins the circus. "

caillou: [yawns] gilb'rt! i dream'd about a tig'r! daddy's taking me to the circus the present day! that gent did promise. I'm getting did dress all by myself! daddy'll beest so joyous! oops. Ouch! oh, nay! i f'rgot to brusheth mine own teeth!

[in the bathroom]

caillou: behold! i did get did dress all by myself!

daddy: ah, i can seeth yond. And thee didst a valorous job, but t's so early. caillou: i wanna not beest late f'r the circus. daddy: the circus? oh, nay, caillou, yond's not the present day. The circus isn't till tom'rrow. caillou: nay! nay, t's the present day. [starts crying] i did get all did dress. T's the present day!

daddy: cometh on, caillou. Wherefore thee not cometh downstairs and holp me maketh breakfast?

caillou: nay! nay, i wanteth not to! vroom, vroom, vroom! fartuous, fusty car! fartuous, fartuous, fartuous! waaaaah!

st'rytell'r: caillou wast in a v'ry lacking valor humour because that gent was going not to the circus. daddy: caillou, stand ho all this racket! thee did wake up rosie! Go to. Cometh to thy kitchen now!

st'rytell'r: coequal caillou's daddy wast starting to receiveth fell. caillou: wherefore can't i wend to the circus? i wanteth to wend to the circus. daddy: alloweth's maketh toast. We couldst cutteth t into dram duckies, liketh grandma doest. caillou: nnnnno! i wanna not maketh duckies. Yond's f'r babies!

b'ris: well then, how about a circus breakfast? we can cutteth circus animals out of toast to has't with our did boil eggs. But waiteth a minute. We're missing something. Something yond cometh bef're the circus animals. Anon what couldst yond beest?

caillou: (sniffs) a parade? (sniffs again) a circus parade?

b'ris: of course. Yond's t. (puts bread in the toast'r, then sets the table)

caillou: i can receiveth the eggs! (trips ov'r gilb'rt and gouts the eggs)

b'ris: heigh-ho! if 't be true thee did want scrambl'd eggs, thee shouldst has't hath said so. caillou: t's not mine own fault. b'ris: i knoweth, caillou. T wasn't anybody fault, t wast an accident. (smoke cometh out of the toast'r)

caillou: daddy, the toast!

(the toast pops out and lands in b'ris's hands, burning those folk)

b'ris: hot! hot! hot! ouch! ouch! ouch!

caillou: (laughs at that gent) thee can beest in the circus, daddy. Thou art a valorous juggl'r. (laughs as b'ris throws the toast in the trash)

(b'ris puts a cone on rosie's headeth; rosie laughs)

b'ris: (picking up rosie) and rosie can beest the clown

(they all marcheth 'round and maketh m're hurtling, just as d'ris wakes up)

d'ris: what's going on h're? (cov'rs h'r ears)

caillou: we're having a circus. Doth thee wanteth to beest in our parade, mommy?

b'ris: oh! art thee going to beest the mistress who is't rides the h'rse?

d'ris: i bethink not so, leman. I bethink i'll beest the mistress who is't marches backeth to sleep chamber. (caillou, rosie and b'ris all chuckle togeth'r, then continueth to marcheth 'round the house)