In deepest, darkest outer space there is a funny little planet called Ogg. Join Rocco and his Ogglebog friends on their super-silly, custard-filled adventures. You're going to love it!

Young Bonnie Fields is the only one who can save Fluffland. She’s taken there by her mysterious toy called Dumpling. Is this a dream, or is it real? Well...maybe it’s a little bit of both.

Snort is the beastly owner of the Grisling Inn monster B&B. Monty is the loveable servant boy. Dive in and join Monty on his rib-tickling struggles to keep things running smoothly.

Dink’s a girl from the quiet planet of Husharoon. Donk is a moose from Earth. When these two best friends get together, raucous romps and rollicking adventures are guaranteed!

Come explore the world’s weird wildlife with globetrotting naturalist, Hickory Slick!

Deep deep under London is a bustling city of rats. Join Reginald "Posh Rat" Twitch and his side-kick, Pinkerton Barnes, on their action packed adventures in this magical original series.

Pigs can't fly can they? Well, Solomon Hogg can. Nearly. Join Solly (and his winged-flapicyle) on his wild adventures as the lone pig in an all-bird delivery company, FlapOn™.

“Monsters? Ugh, no, they’re the worst!”

“But,” she says, “that still leaves lots

These cotton balls could make a beard —

I say, “You’ve tried on more than most.

“I’ll be a...box of clothes detergent!”

But Anna says, “Let’s Trick or Treat!”

I’ll wear them all. Or nine, at least.”

And that’s why she looks quite the beast.

The games and parties – they’re all cool.

Is choosing just how she’ll be dressed.

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Anna Blue can’t decide what to wear for Halloween, and she’s running out of time!

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Mike and Joe’s car-part animal-sculptures have mysteriously come to life! An alligator doctor, frog mayor, sweet grasshopper and handy rabbit are part of the crazy junkyard crew.

Before he went to bed he’d glug,
Six pints of soda from a jug,
Then quickly rush back down the stairs,
And wolf a tub of gummy bears.
Some people even said his dreams,
Were filled with chocolate raspberry creams,
And as he slept he stuffed his chops,
With sugar coated lemon drops.

But then one day the little boy,
(While playing with his favourite toy),
Screamed out “Oh Mummy! Have you seen,
My hair has turned the brightest green!”
His Mum looked over, terrified,
“Your skin’s turned purple too” she cried,
“With quite disgusting yellow spots”
And little orange polka dots”
“Oh no!” He said “What shall we do?”
“I’m taking you to Dr Sue!”
“I’m sure” Said mum “That she will know”
“Put your shoes on, quick, let’s go!”
His mother rushed him to the doc,
Who looked at him with utter shock,
“In all my days, I’ve never seen”
“A boy look like a jelly bean!”
“Dear boy” she said “I have a cure” 
“But you must promise me that you’re”
“Going to change your frightful way”
“And eat your veggies every day?”
He said “I will be good as gold”
“’til I turn eighteen years old”
“I’ll eat my veggies every day”
“And change my sweetie-eating way”
“Right, that’s good enough” She said,
The boy now face down on the bed,
“OK, hold still then while I pump”
“This medicine into your rump!”

The antidote then filled his veins,
And through the awful groans and pains,
He shouted out “I’ll never eat,
“Another blooming nasty sweet!”
And, sure enough, from that point on,
His sweetie-eating days were gone!

In England lived a boy so vile,
At breakfast he’d devour a pile,
Of every single flavoured sweets,
And sticky, gooey chocolate treats.
Cola cubes and jelly snakes,
Fifteen giant birthday cakes,
Flying saucers, sherbet dips,
Bubblegum and cherry lips.

With breakfast down you’d think that he,
Had eaten quite enough to be,
Ready to switch from this junk food,
To something wholesome! Something good!
Alas, just sweeties would suffice,
To him these treats were paradise.
“I’m absolutely fine and dandy,
Eating this delightful candy”
He cried aloud as he shoved in,
Four hundred biscuits from the tin.
The biscuits were his pre-lunch snack,
Before he launched a full attack,
Upon his favourite dark lagoon,
Of melted chocolate (with a spoon),
You’d think by now he’d had enough,
Of all this sweet and sticky stuff,
But then you’d hear the shouts of “Mum,
I need a tub of chewing gum!”
He’d chew and chomp and munch and gnaw,
Until he could not move his jaw,
Then swap the gum for seven cases,
Filled with bright red strawberry laces.

A boy who eats sweets morning, noon and night. So many, in fact, some very strange things start happening. The big question is will the doctor be able to cure him?

Win Partridge is an ordinary seven year old boy who has has recently moved into a new house. When he accidently comes across a hidden box, he unwittingly reveals the magical secrets all around him. Join Win and his new friends as he becomes the Order of the Oaks newest agent.

“We march at dawn!” I told the crowd.

Then said, “Have you tried...savoury?”

“He let us down!” I heard their voices.

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A child decides he never wants to have porridge again. When other children join him in his anti-porridge movement, adults become determined to stop him.

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But before Sophia could begin planning the camping trip, she heard noises coming from the upstairs bathroom. She knew it couldn’t be her parents – they were still downstairs. But something was making a rustling noise in the bathroom. And a clomping noise. And a noise that sounded like...mooing.

Sophia didn’t scare easily. So, she tiptoed into the bathroom and turned on the light. At first, she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Then, from behind the shower curtain decorated with pictures of lollipops, she heard a soft...

Sophia pulled back the shower curtain and was gobsmacked. Standing in the tub was an animal that looked like nothing Sophia had ever seen before! 

It was almost as big as a cow and it had udders like a cow. But the animal was covered in spots of every colour of the rainbow. On its forehead was a long, pointy horn. This made Sophia think of a unicorn.

“But it’s not a unicorn,” thought Sophia. “It’s...a unicow!”

 Sophia was confused. “How did you get here? And what are you doing in my bathtub?!” she asked.

The unicow shook its head, as if to say, “I haven’t a clue!”

Suddenly, Sophia heard footsteps coming up the stairs. It was her parents! Panicking, she slammed the bathroom door and locked it from the inside.

“Oh no! I can’t let Mum and Dad see a unicow in their bathroom. I just promised they wouldn’t see any new animals this whole week!”

The unicow tried licking the lollipops on the shower curtain. Sophia erupted.

“Those are just drawings!” she yelled. “Don’t you understand, unicow!? If my parents see you, they’ll call off the camping trip! This is a disaster!”

Sophia wanted to cry. But the unicow lowered its head and gently nudged its horn towards Sophia.

“You want me to touch your horn?” asked Sophia, confused.

The unicow nodded and so she did. As soon as Sophia touched the horn, she didn’t feel like crying anymore. In fact, she felt calm and full of hope. Sophia had discovered that the horn of a unicow is magical.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” said Sophia. “I think you must be lost. But don’t worry, I’ll figure out how to help you get home.”

Sophia opened the bathroom door a crack. “First I’ll have to sneak you into my bedroom.” She saw the coast was clear. No parents anywhere.

Sophia dashed into the hallway. But the unicow had a bit of trouble. 

Then the unicow knocked into the medicine cabinet and spilled all the bottles. 

Then the unicow accidentally flushed the toilet.

Then it started licking the shower curtain again.

“Unicow!” Sophia whispered. “Hurry up!”

The unicow trotted into the hallway, tangled up in toilet paper. Before Sophia could react, she heard her dad’s voice behind her.

“Aah!” yelled Sophia. She quickly stood in front of the unicow to try to block it from her dad’s view. Behind her, the unicow’s tail swiped a vase on a table. Sophia caught the vase just before it hit the floor.

“Good catch!” said her dad. Then he added, “Okay. Good night!”

Confused but relieved, Sophia watched her dad go into his bedroom.

“I wonder why my dad didn’t see you,” Sophia said to the unicow. 

Then she gasped. “I bet you can make yourself invisible if you want to!”

The unicow nodded happily. Sophia quickly ushered the unicow into her bedroom and shut the door.

“Phew!” Sophia said. “That wore me out.”

She leaned on one of the unicow’s purple spots. It began to glow. Sophia heard a whirring sound coming from the unicow’s udders. On a hunch, she grabbed an empty cup from her desk and held it underneath the udders. The cup filled with chocolate milkshake! And it was the most refreshing, delicious chocolate milkshake Sophia had ever tasted!

“Do you make a milkshake every time someone presses one of your spots?!” Sophia asked. The unicow nodded.

“Do different spots make different flavours?” It nodded again. Sophia hugged the unicow.

“You’re just the best! If only I knew where your home was so I could help you get back there.”

The unicow trotted over to Sophia’s desk. It looked at the map. Then its face brightened and it touched its muzzle to a spot on the map.

“That’s where you live?” asked Sophia. The unicow nodded. It was about 300 kilometres from where they were now. 

“That’s far away. How did you end up here?” Sophia wondered. “You couldn’t have walked.”

Unicows simply vanish from their home and appear wherever they’re needed. Sophia didn’t know this. But now she did know where she wanted to go camping with her parents on Saturday: the unicow’s home.

So, the unicow spent the week in Sophia’s bedroom. It became invisible whenever one of Sophia’s parents came into the room. The unicow kept Sophia company and gobbled the biscuits Sophia brought to feed it. 

During the week, Sophia had a vanilla milkshake, a minty milkshake and a blueberry cheesecake milkshake, before deciding that was enough milkshakes for now.

Finally, it was Saturday morning. Sophia’s parents took the weekend off for their camping trip. They were very excited as they packed up the campervan. But Sophia felt guilty. There had been a new animal in the house all week.

Just before they got into the van, Sophia told them everything. 

“And I’m leaving the seat next to me empty because I’m hoping the unicow can come on the trip with us,” she admitted.

Her mum said, “Of course the unicow can come with us.”

Her dad said, “The more the merrier.”

In other words, neither of them believed her story. But that was okay. 

Sophia called out the campervan window, “You can come in now, unicow!” 

Her parents smiled as they watched Sophia slide open the door and then shut it again. They couldn’t see the unicow sitting on its haunches next to Sophia in the backseat.

As her mum drove, Sophia used her map to direct her parents to the campsite near the unicow’s home.

They arrived and parked the van. Sophia looked at the map and said to the unicow, “I think we’re very close now.” 

Her parents had never been to this part of the country before, but they were willing to trust their daughter. So they put their backpacks on and began to hike to the campsite. 

They hiked over hills and down into valleys for a long time. Sophia began to worry that perhaps she and the unicow had gotten the location wrong. 

But Sophia saw the unicow’s expression suddenly change. It recognised where it was! The unicow started galloping over the hill.

“Come on!” Sophia said to her parents. “We have to follow it!”

“Follow what?” wondered her parents, who still couldn’t see the creature.

But when they climbed over the next hill, the view took everyone’s breath away. Down in a hidden valley was a whole herd of rainbow-spotted unicows galloping towards them. 

Sophia’s unicow (which her parents could now see perfectly well) looked happy as it greeted its family. Soon, Sophia and her parents were amongst the unicow herd, sipping refreshing milkshakes and thinking the happiest thoughts.

And now, ever since that day, Sophia’s family comes to this valley to go camping amongst the unicows. Her parents had insisted to their boss that they needed all weekends off to spend time with their daughter. To their surprise, the boss had agreed. 

The family never brings food because they know there will always be plenty of milkshakes. 

Actually, they do bring marshmallows because Sophia loves marshmallows roasted over a campfire. 

They also bring lollipops for Sophia’s unicow.

Sophia was in her bedroom, listening to the chirping of her pet grasshoppers. Then she heard her mum shout up the stairs. “Sophia! There’s a turtle on the dining room table! And a box of mice!”

“Oh no,” Sophia said to herself. “I forgot to bring them back to my bedroom!”

She heard her dad say sternly, “Come downstairs right now, young lady!”

For the past several months, Sophia’s parents had found a new animal in their house nearly every week. In just one of the weeks, Sophia brought in two stray dogs, three abandoned cats, a few toads, a dozen mice and one crow. 

Her parents hadn’t let her keep any of the creatures. They even made her shut down her insect zoo! But that hadn’t stopped Sophia from collecting more animals. She would say they kept her company. Sophia didn’t have any brothers or sisters and her parents worked long hours together in an office. So she was a little lonely.

It wasn’t always this way. When Sophia was younger, her parents would take weekends off. They would all go camping together. The family would hike, roast marshmallows and then snuggle up together in sleeping bags. But a few months ago, her mum and dad started new jobs that kept them very busy. Since then, the family campervan parked out front had been neglected. Sophia began to feel neglected too.

Sophia went downstairs to collect the turtle and mice. She was worried about what her parents would say. But her mum and dad said, “We’ll make you a deal. If you can go one week without bringing home another animal, we’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Really?!” asked Sophia, excitedly. “What I want is to go camping as a family, just like we used to. And I want to pick the campsite!”

Sophia’s parents weren’t sure if their new boss would give them the weekend off.

“But a deal’s a deal,” they said. They told Sophia that if she kept the house animal-free for the next week, on Saturday they would go on a camping trip.

Sophia hugged them both, then pulled a map off the bookshelf and sprinted back upstairs to her bedroom. She spread the map out on her desk. 

Sophia had just promised her parents that she wouldn’t bring any more animals into the flat. And then a unicow shows up in her bathroom! And it needs help!

It looked as though there’d been a war.

They phoned up “The Cleaning Wizards”.

Parents ‘round the world all praise them!

They told the parents, “Now stand back,

The crumbs were swept, the juice was mopped,

“At least,” thought I, on Nan’s guest bed,

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Parents are horrified at the state of their son’s room after he leaves to visit his grandmother.

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Mum raised her brows. Dad scowled and said,

“Young Tom, don’t try to fool us, dear.

“Unless there’s goblins, elves or ghouls

Our town must have - a biscuit thief!” 

“Make sure all night the jar’s recorded.

We’ll know what thief comes through our door

“And then you’ll know. You’ll truly see

All goosebumps, pale, with stand-up hairs.

And I’ll be darned – our JOKE was right.

“I guess they’re real. We’re sorry, son!

A gnome did what we thought you’d done.

We must ask now, ‘What DO we DO!?’”

“Don’t worry, Mum, and don’t fret, Dad.

I’ve read of gnomes. They’re not all bad.

We’ll buy more biscuits. Fair is fair.”

“We’re so proud, Tom. You hadn’t lied.

“I know,” I said. “It sounds bizarre.

“Now, Tom, your biscuit limit’s three. 

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A biscuit-loving boy called Tom promises that he never lies. So how can he prove who’s been stealing the family’s biscuits? The answer might surprise you!

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In front of her stood a small, rotund man dressed in royal regalia, carrying an important looking scroll. Behind him stood two armoured knights flying flags embossed with the King’s Arms.

The little man unrolled the scroll and began to read aloud.

“It is my duty to announce,” he said, formally, “that his majesty the King sends forth an invitation. To all the young ladies of this fine kingdom to attend The Royal Ball at the palace.”

Hearing this, the step-sisters ran to the door and pushed Cinderella aside.

“Oh goodie!” they cried, clapping their hands with delight.

“The prince—and heir to the throne—seeks a princess. And he would like to meet each lady of the kingdom in the hope of finding true love. The palace doors will open at 8 p.m. this Saturday.”

The little man then turned, mounted his horse and galloped off—followed closely by the two knights.

The step-sisters closed the door and—not able to contain their excitement—let out an almighty shriek.

“What is the meaning of all this hilarity?” she cried.

“Oh… Mamma… we have been invited to The Royal Ball and I feel sure that one of us will be picked as the new princess.”

“Of course you will,” replied the step-mother, breaking into a hideous smile, “what prince would not want to marry my precious little munchkins.”

Cinderella watched on, desperately trying to avoid a fit of the giggles. For she knew—as it was plain for all to see—that any prince would rather have lived a life of solitude than marry either of these wretched, selfish brutes.

You have to know that Cinderella longed—more than anything—to go to the ball. But she daren’t ask her wicked step-mother, for she already knew the answer. And she didn’t want to hear it. So she simply busied herself for the following days with her chores and, of course, preparing her step-sisters’ ball gowns.

A splendid horse-drawn carriage pulled up to the front door. And the step-sisters—adorned in their painstakingly hand-stitched gowns—promptly climbed aboard.

Cinderella looked on with great sadness as the carriage set off down the drive towards the palace.

“If only I had a single wish,” she said to herself, “I would attend The Royal Ball and—for just one night—be spared my frightful chores.”

A tiny fairy appeared in front of Cinderella—hovering like a hummingbird at Cinderella’s eye level and clasping a tiny wand.

“Shall what?” Cinderella replied, looking confused.

“You shall have your wish, for I am your fairy godmother. Oh how you have suffered in silence all these years. You are a kind soul. A mild and gracious young lady. And you shall go to the ball. Your wish—my dearest Cinderella—is my command.”

Then she stopped—and a frown came upon her face.

“But I am not prepared, fairy godmother.

My clothes are threadbare. And my shoes are tattered. I cannot possibly attend the palace like this.”

“Worry not, Cinderella,” said the fairy godmother, with a smile.

“For all I will need to grant your wish is a pumpkin, a rat, two mice and four grasshoppers.”

First, Cinderella went to the garden and returned with a large, ripe pumpkin. The fairy godmother tapped it once with her wand and—in an instant—it transformed into a majestic, golden carriage.

Then, she went to a trap in the kitchen and returned with a rat.

“Excellent, dear,” said the fairy godmother, “now, if you wouldn’t mind just placing it on the coachman’s seat for me.”

Another swoosh of the wand and, this time, a resplendent coachman appeared. The two mice—which Cinderella found in the pantry—were turned into two smartly attired footmen. And the four grasshoppers into four magnificent white horses.

“And now,” said the fairy godmother, “for my final touch.”

She tapped Cinderella’s shoulder with her wand.

The ragged clothes in which she stood a moment earlier were replaced with a picture of sublime elegance—Cinderella in a magical, sparkling ball gown fit for a princess. And, upon her feet, the finest pair of shimmering glass slippers that your eyes could behold.

“Sensational!” exclaimed the fairy godmother.

“But remember,” she said, shortly, “as the clock strikes midnight this magic spell will be broken and your clothes with return to rags.”

“I understand,” said Cinderella, kissing her fairy godmother on the cheek, “and a thousand thank yous for your wonderful kindness.”

Cinderella stepped into the carriage, then—with a single swish of the coachman’s reins—the horse-drawn, golden carriage departed for The Royal Ball.

A trumpet sounded as the golden carriage drew up at the palace gates.

And many heads turned as she entered the ballroom—including that of the Prince, who was immediately struck by Cinderella’s elegance and the warmth of her smile.

“M’lady,” he said, bowing his head slowly and offering his hand, “would you be so kind as to take my first dance?”

“I would be delighted,” said Cinderella.

She could feel her cheeks beginning to blush as she accompanied the Prince to the dancefloor.

Every eye in the ballroom was upon them—including those of her step-sisters. But, such was her transformation, they simply didn’t recognise her. Instead, they stared in envy, longing to take her place before the Prince.

From that moment forth, the Prince had only eyes for Cinderella. The two of them spent the whole evening dancing in each other’s arms and greatly enjoying each other’s company.

Suddenly, Cinderella looked up at the clock—it was 11:59 p.m and she only had one minute before the magic spell was broken.

Without delay, she darted out of the room, past the guards and through the palace. But—as she reached the hall—she lost one of her glass slippers. And in her haste to get away, she left it.

Cinderella found no coach outside the palace. Only a pumpkin. Even the rat, mice and grasshoppers were nowhere to be seen. And now—clad in her original rags—Cinderella had no choice but to run home alone in the darkness of the night.

Cinderella returned to her daily chores. And her step-sisters continued their relentless beastliness towards her.

The evening of The Royal Ball began to blur and fade in Cinderella’s mind like a magical dream.

Had the pumpkin really turned into a golden carriage?

Had she really danced all night with the Prince—as her step-sister's watched on in envy?

Suddenly, came a rap upon the door. Cinderella opened it.

In front of her stood the same round little man that had announced The Royal Ball—the same two knights behind him as before.

“I present,” he said, triumphantly, “his majesty The Prince.”

A trumpet sounded and the armoured knights parted to reveal the Prince, holding a sparkling glass slipper—the very same slipper that had escaped Cinderella’s foot as she fled the palace a few nights earlier.

“It really happened,” she thought to herself.

She locked eyes with the Prince and held his gaze for a moment. Not for long—but enough time for him to know the lady with whom he had danced that magical night was standing before him.

Her days were long and grueling—filled with the most tiresome and tedious chores.

Scrubbing floors. Washing clothes. Dusting shelves. And cooking meals.

She was made to work from dawn until dusk without a single penny in return for her long-suffering hardship.

You see, her mother had died and her father soon remarried. But his new wife was a simply wretched woman. And she had—from a previous marriage—two equally wretched daughters of her own.

They would tease the poor girl dreadfully each day. And one day, while she swept the cinders from the fire, they taunted her and chanted,

“Cinders… cinders… sweep sweep sweep,
In those rags in which you sleep,
From this day your name will be,
Cinderella… hee… hee… hee!’”

And—sure enough—from that day forward the servant girl’s real name was forgotten and she became known across the land as Cinderella.

She was a meek and mild-natured young lady.

Despite years of torment from her wicked step-mother and beastly step-sisters, she did not once raise her voice to them or try to avenge them. Nor did she wish them ill.

She simply continued with her duties in the hope that one day—when she was older—she would escape and live the wonderful life of which she had often dreamed.

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