Charley's Terrible Toy Story 🧸 🤪 Silly Stories For Kids

[upbeat music] [sighs] "That's it," [car racing] said Charlie's mom.

"Oh, I have to say, daughter of mine, I am quite at my wit's end with you." She pulled the plug out of the games console [console beeping] and the racing game on the television screen went blank.

"Oh, Mom," Charlie cried out, tossing the controller aside.

"Oh, I was just about to win that." Then, clearly not satisfied with having taken the power from her console, Charlie's mom pulled the plug out of the back of the TV, too.

[TV buzzing] She crossed the room and stood in the doorway, thick black electrical cords dangling from each hand, and surveyed the room.

[sighs] "Look, I'm very sorry to have to do this to you, Charlie," her mom said with a genuine sigh.

"Oh, but you must get your school project done.

No more sneaking out to hang out with your mates.

No more distracting yourself with video games.

Work, work, work, work." And with these words, which sounded rather more like desperate pleading than an order, Charlie's mom shut the door, [door closing] leaving Charlie all alone in the sudden silence of her room.

Charlie let out a huffy puff of air, crossed her arms, and flopped down onto the bed so that the springs screeched in protest.

[bed springs screeching] She stared up at the ceiling for a minute or two, feeling rather cross, but then the boredom started to creep in, which overpowered the crossness.

She sat up and looked around her now empty room, and what a sight it was to behold.

Anything that could have provided the eensiest bit of fun had been removed.

Her mom had taken her manga books and her trading cards, her music speakers and her grow your own slime kit, her skateboard and her pile of plushies, even her favorite capybara one.

All that was left was the unusable TV, her desk, and a wooden chest of old toys that Charlie didn't even care about.

[upbeat music] There was literally nothing to do.

Nothing, that is, except for her school project.

So she slid off her bed and slumped over to her desk.

Pages of scrawled writing and big hardback books laid scattered on the surface.

[books thudding] She picked up a pen, opened a book, and began to read.

[upbeat music] Truth be told, her school project was actually very interesting.

Their teacher, Mr.

Bang, had asked them to put together a presentation on something science-y that got their brains whirring with excitement, and Charlie had decided to do one about comets, how cool they were, those burning balls of light charging through the universe, only to swivel around and go back the same way they came, just as though they got distracted by something.

The only problem was Charlie was a bit like a comet herself.

[upbeat music] [sighs] "That's it," [car racing] said Charlie's mom.

"Oh, I have to say, daughter of mine, I am quite at my wit's end with you." She pulled the plug out of the games console [console beeping] and the racing game on the television screen went blank.

"Oh, Mom," Charlie cried out, tossing the controller aside.

"Oh, I was just about to win that." Then, clearly not satisfied with having taken the power from her console, Charlie's mom pulled the plug out of the back of the TV, too.

[TV buzzing] She crossed the room and stood in the doorway, thick black electrical cords dangling from each hand, and surveyed the room.

[sighs] "Look, I'm very sorry to have to do this to you, Charlie," her mom said with a genuine sigh.

"Oh, but you must get your school project done.

No more sneaking out to hang out with your mates.

No more distracting yourself with video games.

Work, work, work, work." And with these words, which sounded rather more like desperate pleading than an order, Charlie's mom shut the door, [door closing] leaving Charlie all alone in the sudden silence of her room.

Charlie let out a huffy puff of air, crossed her arms, and flopped down onto the bed so that the springs screeched in protest.

[bed springs screeching] She stared up at the ceiling for a minute or two, feeling rather cross, but then the boredom started to creep in, which overpowered the crossness.

She sat up and looked around her now empty room, and what a sight it was to behold.

Anything that could have provided the eensiest bit of fun had been removed.

Her mom had taken her manga books and her trading cards, her music speakers and her grow your own slime kit, her skateboard and her pile of plushies, even her favorite capybara one.

All that was left was the unusable TV, her desk, and a wooden chest of old toys that Charlie didn't even care about.

[upbeat music] There was literally nothing to do.

Nothing, that is, except for her school project.

So she slid off her bed and slumped over to her desk.

Pages of scrawled writing and big hardback books laid scattered on the surface.

[books thudding] She picked up a pen, opened a book, and began to read.

[upbeat music] Truth be told, her school project was actually very interesting.

Their teacher, Mr.

Bang, had asked them to put together a presentation on something science-y that got their brains whirring with excitement, and Charlie had decided to do one about comets, how cool they were, those burning balls of light charging through the universe, only to swivel around and go back the same way they came, just as though they got distracted by something.

The only problem was Charlie was a bit like a comet herself.