GIANT RED MOUTH

Timmy was out for a walk one day when he got lost. He started to backtrack, to try to find his way home, when suddenly it began to rain. The rain came pouring down, bucketfuls of water, and Timmy was quickly getting soaked. He started to run, still not quite knowing where to go.

He came across a house that was clearly deserted. All the windows were empty, no lights were on. He ran up to the house to see if he could get shelter from the cold, driving rain. There was nowhere near the house to shelter him from the rain. No eaves, no porch roof. The only way to stay dry would be to get inside, and as he could tell no one lived there he didn’t think anyone would mind much. He tried the door, and it was unlocked. Timmy was happy to be inside.

He sat near a window, trying to dry off a bit, when he heard a voice behind him. “Do you know what I do with my giant red mouth and my long purple fingers?”

Timmy whipped around and saw a huge, awful monster, with horns on top of its head, purple fur, beady little eyes, long fingers and crooked fingernails, and a giant red mouth filled with pointy teeth.

Terrified, Timmy turned to run down the hallway. The monster ran after him, his giant feet crashing along the floor behind him. Timmy made it to a doorway, ran through, and shut the door behind him.

From the other side of the door, Timmy heard the monster getting louder. “Do you know what I do with my giant red mouth and my long purple fingers?” The monster was too close, so Timmy ran, out the other side of the room and into a bathroom. He shut the door behind him just as the monster caught up with him.

The monster was even louder now. “Do you know what I do with my giant red mouth and my long purple fingers?”

Timmy had no place to hide except the bathroom closet. He crawled inside and closed the door behind him as the monster burst into the bathroom. The monster was just outside the door, and Timmy had nowhere else to run. He made himself as small as he possibly could, and held his breath.

For a moment it was quiet, and then the monster tore the closet door open. Timmy was trapped. The monster’s breath was on his face as it asked again, “Do you know what I do with my giant red mouth and my long purple fingers?”

Timmy could barely squeak out an answer. “No,” he said.

“Then I’ll show you,” said the monster.

(Put your finger horizontally across your lips and flap it up and down while making a “B” sound. Make a funny face as you do it, and get a big laugh from your audience!)

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