Let's begin our story about Rumble the little yeti! Rumble sat in his cozy cave. It was time for bed, but he did not want to go. "No bed!" said Rumble. His fluffy white fur was all messy, and his red scarf was crooked. Mama Yeti said, "It's bedtime, little one." Rumble crossed his arms. He could do two things:
Rumble stomped his big yeti feet. "NO!" he said very loud. STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! The cave shook a little. Some snow fell from the ceiling. Mama Yeti did not get mad. She smiled and said, "I know what might help. Would you like to make bedtime fun?" Rumble stopped stomping. His ears perked up. He was still grumpy, but now he was also a tiny bit curious.
Rumble looked at Mama Yeti with big eyes. His grumpy face started to soften. "How can bedtime be fun?" he asked in a small voice. Mama Yeti sat down next to him. "Well, we can turn it into a game! Would you like to be a bedtime explorer?" Rumble's ears wiggled. He liked games. And he had never been a bedtime explorer before. "What does a bedtime explorer do?" Rumble asked. His red scarf was still crooked, but he didn't feel like stomping anymore. Mama Yeti stood up with a big smile. "A bedtime explorer has special missions! First, they need to get ready. Would you like to be a tooth-brushing astronaut or a pajama-wearing superhero?"
"Tooth-brushing astronaut!" Rumble said, jumping up. "Perfect!" Mama Yeti said. "Let's go to your special space station - the bathroom!" Rumble ran to the bathroom. His red scarf flew behind him like a cape. "Time to put on your space helmet!" Mama Yeti handed him his special star-covered cup. "And here's your rocket toothbrush!" She gave him his blue toothbrush with sparkly paste. "3... 2... 1... BLAST OFF!" Rumble counted. He started brushing his teeth, making whooshing sounds like a spaceship. He saw himself in the mirror, brushing up and down. His toothbrush was like a tiny rocket, cleaning all his teeth. "Look at all those stars shine!" Mama Yeti said as Rumble's teeth got cleaner and cleaner. When he was done, Rumble had a big smile. His teeth sparkled like stars in the night sky. "Great job, Astronaut Rumble! Now, would you like to check your space map or send a message to Mission Control?"
"Space map! Space map!" Rumble bounced up and down. Mama Yeti pulled out a colorful map of Rumble's bedroom. "Look, brave astronaut! We need to fly through the Pajama Galaxy to reach your cozy bed station!" Rumble looked at the map with wide eyes. His bedroom looked different now. His dresser was a tall space mountain. His toy box was a crater full of friendly aliens. "Oh no!" said Mama Yeti. "There's a meteor shower of dirty clothes! We need to put them in the space laundry basket to clear the path!" Rumble giggled and started picking up his clothes. He tossed socks and shirts into the basket, making "pew pew" sounds like shooting stars. "Amazing flying, Astronaut Rumble!" Mama Yeti cheered. "Now we can see the Pajama Galaxy! Should we choose the rocket ship pajamas or the moon and stars pajamas?"
"Rocket ship pajamas!" Rumble said, reaching for his favorite red pajamas with silver rockets. "Excellent choice for a space mission!" Mama Yeti helped Rumble put on his cozy pajamas. "Look! Now your pajamas match your space adventure!" She pointed to the shiny rockets on his jammies. Rumble spun around, making zoom noises. His red scarf twirled with him. The rockets on his pajamas seemed to fly through space. "Now, brave astronaut," Mama Yeti said, "we're getting close to the final part of our mission - the Cozy Bed Station! But first..." She pulled out a small book that sparkled like stardust. "Every good astronaut needs a mission report. Should we read a story about space rockets or sleepy stars?"
"Space rockets!" Rumble said, snuggling into his bed. Mama Yeti opened the sparkly book. Together, they read about brave little rockets zooming through space, saying goodnight to all the planets. Rumble's eyes started to feel heavy. The book's pages twinkled like real stars. "Mission complete," Mama Yeti whispered, kissing Rumble's forehead. Rumble yawned and hugged his red scarf close. "I like being a bedtime explorer," he said softly. "Goodnight, my brave astronaut," Mama Yeti said. Rumble closed his eyes, dreaming of rockets and stars. His grumpy bedtime feelings had floated away into space, replaced by happy dreams of his next bedtime adventure. And in his cozy bed station, the littlest astronaut yeti drifted peacefully off to sleep.
