The Midnight Snack

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Hello friends, are you getting ready for bed?
Let’s make sure we’ve brushed our teeth and washed our hands. Oh and don’t forget your comfy things. Now it’s time for the perfect bedtime story.

About Mr. Jim:

Hi! I'm Jim Jacob, a South Carolina based creator. I started as a podcaster by accident. Our first real episodes on the internet were me trying to find a solution to help tell my sons stories as I was traveling for work. I recorded some stories and hoped that by uploading them to a podcast app, my wife and kids could have easy access to listen. What started as a fix for our family’s bedtime routine interruption has grown into a worldwide audience with hundreds of thousands of listeners. My wife Jocelyn and I have 3 kids and love inspiring others towards greater imagination and curiosity.

Welcome to "Bedtime Stories," the enchanting podcast where Mr. Jim weaves gentle tales to accompany your child into dreamland. Immerse your little ones in a soothing auditory experience, designed to transport them to a world of calm and wonder at bedtime. "Bedtime Stories" is not just a show; it's a nightly ritual, where kids can unwind with stories that sparkle with magic, kindness, and gentle adventure.

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Every episode of "Bedtime Stories" offers a tranquil escape, helping children relax, wind down, and prepare for a restful night's sleep. With a focus on bedtime stories for kids, Mr. Jim's soothing voice and imaginative narratives are the perfect companions for your child's journey to the land of dreams. Bedtime stories for kids are an age-old tradition, and this podcast brings that tradition into the 21st century, blending timeless storytelling with the convenience of modern technology.

"Bedtime Stories" is specifically crafted with bedtime stories for kids in mind, ensuring that each tale is calming, uplifting, and filled with positive messages. The stories are perfect for creating a peaceful environment, helping kids transition from the day's excitement into peaceful slumber. With bedtime stories for kids at its heart, the podcast stands as an invaluable tool for parents looking to establish a comforting bedtime routine.

Listeners will find a diverse collection of bedtime stories for kids, each designed to spark imagination while instilling a sense of tranquility. Whether it's tales of gentle creatures, whispering forests, or starlit skies, "Bedtime Stories" ensures that every child drifts off to sleep feeling safe, loved, and content. The focus on bedtime stories for kids makes this podcast a treasure trove of dreamy narratives that enchant and soothe.

Join Mr. Jim nightly for "Bedtime Stories," where bedtime stories for kids come alive in a symphony of calm and serenity. Subscribe to the podcast and make "Bedtime Stories" an integral part of your child's bedtime ritual, where the day ends with the gentle embrace of a story, ensuring sweet dreams and a restful night. With "Bedtime Stories," bedtime becomes a magical time, filled with stories that whisper goodnight to your child, one tale at a time.

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:03):
Hello, friends, and welcome to bedtime stories with mister Jim. Oh.
I was just getting ready for bed, are you as well?
Oh good, I hope you brushed your teeth and found
all of your comfy things like pillows and blankets and stuffies.

(00:27):
Oh yes, oh good. Well, as long as you have
all those things ready, then it's time for our story.
But first we must close our eyes so that we
can travel to an imaginary world. Riley was fast asleep

(01:02):
until a loud noise woke her up. What was that,
Riley gasped as she sat up in bed. A loud
grumble sounded through her room, again coming from her tummy.
She giggled when she realized the sound was just her

(01:25):
tummy rumbling. Oh I'm so hungry, Riley exclaimed, as her
tummy continued to growl. She slipped her feet into her
slippers and quietly padded down the hall. Her pet cat
me out and ran away as she heard the growling

(01:46):
of Riley's tummy heading closer. Sorry, whiskers, whispered Riley. She
tiptoed down the stairs and toward the kitchen door. The
hallway was dark, and so was the living room as
she passed by In fact, every room in the house

(02:09):
was dark since it was midnight and the whole house
was sleeping, every room except the kitchen. Riley walked through
the kitchen doorway to bright lights and the loud clanging
and banging of pots and other cookware. Someone was in

(02:29):
the kitchen cooking. It was not Riley's parents or grandparents.
Hullo there, called out the mystery cook. Come on in,
I am just whipping up a midnight's neck. Riley turned
the corner, walking around the counters to see who was speaking.

(02:52):
She saw a whisk being whipped in a bowl, a
pot being stirred on the stove, and a plate being
washed in the sink. Could it be that there was
more than one person in the kitchen, an army of
cooks in the room. But no, there was only one voice,

(03:16):
and there was only one cook. Riley finally made it
to the other side of the counter and saw who
spoke to her. The octopus in the chef hat smiled
down at Riley, So what are you hungry for? The
octopus continued to smile at Riley as its tentacles moved

(03:39):
around the kitchen. For being pancakes, mixing cake batter, scrambling
eggs and slicing toast. Riley didn't know what else to say,
so she asked, how did you get in here? The
octopus laughed, ugh, you called for me, Riley, Well, at

(04:04):
least your tummy did. Riley's tummy grumbled again, and the
octopus pointed she now, what can I get you? Riley
sat down at the table that was already covered in food.
She picked up a pink macaroon and popped it into
her mouth. The tar, juicy flavor of raspberries filled her mouth.

(04:29):
The octopus was still waiting for an answer, so she replied,
there is so much food here already, but I guess
what I'm really craving is in French toast. The octopus
tentacles got to work immediately. One grabbed a bowl while

(04:50):
the others cracked eggs, grated cinnamon, poured milk, sprinkled brown sugar,
and whisked. The tentacles moved on to slicing bread with
one tentacle, dipping it into the batter with another, and
dropping it on to the hot griddle with yet another.

(05:13):
Riley watched in awe as the French toast piled in
front of her in an ever growing stack. When she
couldn't see around it. To the octopus in the kitchen,
she shouted, okay, that should be enough. Thank you. Tentacles
reached around the French toast in front of her and

(05:33):
sliced it while pouring syrup and dropping some blueberries and
strawberries on top. Riley picked up her fork and took
a bite. The bread was sweet and custardy, the syrup warm,
and the blueberries plump and juicy. This is delicious, she said.

(06:00):
The octopus smiled and told her make sure you saved
some room, and plopped down a three tier chocolate cake
on the table between the macaroons and a pot of
golden mac and cheese. Riley feasted on everything the octopus
man made her. It was the most delicious buffet of

(06:24):
all her favorite foods, made just for her. When she
was too full for anything else, her eyelids started to
grow heavy, she rested her head down on the table
and mumbled a thank you, mister octopus. Riley woke up

(06:47):
the next morning in her room as the sunlight streamed
in and the birds cheered. She didn't remember going back
to bed last night. The one thing she remembered was
falling asleep at the table, Riley remembered the octopus chef
and ran downstairs to the kitchen. No one was in there,

(07:10):
and everything was clean and put away. There were no
signs of piles of desserts or bowls of mac and cheese.
Not a single piece of French toast from the monstrous
snacks were left on the table. It must have been
a dream, Riley thought. Hmm. She shrugged and opened the fridge,

(07:36):
but inside was a plate of French toast waiting for her. Well,
my friends, as we get ready to go to bed,
may we close our eyes and have very sweet dreams.
Good night, my friends,