Ryers Readers - Who Wet My Pants?

Episode Date: August 2, 2023

Reuben is dealing with some pretty big feelings! He quickly learns, that with good friends…compassion and understanding is no accident!

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Before we get into the story, do you want to know a fun fact? Did you know that tropical fish can communicate with each other even though they don't have vocal cords? They make noises with their body parts, like rubbing their muscles against their bladders. Pretty cool, huh? Okay, story time. Today, we have a super special Ryer's Reader's Reader's request from Ruby, in Portland, Oregon, USA.

Ruby would like to hear Who Wet My Pants by Bob Shea. I hope you enjoy this story, Ruby. Let's do this. Come and get them. I got all your favorites. Chocolate frosted for Jared and Julia. Pink for Oscar.

Rainbow sprinkles for Lindsay. Gross maple bacon for Tim and Teddy. Boston cream for Kelly. And blueberry crunch in a separate bag for Bigfoot, Who thinks it's weird when donuts touch? What the? All right. Who wet my pants?

Somebody better come clean about my wet pants. Oh, sure. It's all chipper, cheery, chatty town when I bring donuts, but when someone wets my pants, everyone clams up. Fine. No one gets donuts until I get answers. I'll get to the bottom of my wet pants, if it's the last thing I do.

Hey, Tim, I bet you picked up some pretty great tricks before you ran away from the circus. What was the big top showstopper? Was it wetting my pants? Tim didn't wet your pants, Rubin. It was probably just an accident. You seem to know an awful lot about who wet what went vis-a-vis my pants.

Well, Mr. All the Answers, here's one simple question. Did you wet my pants? Gosh, I used to wet my pants all the time. We all understand. Really? All the time, you say. Wet pants are old hat, are they? You know something, Bigfoot. I'm not even sure I believe in you. If I did, I'd have one thing to say. Did you wet my pants? Don't worry about it, Rubin. It could happen to anyone.

But it didn't happen to anyone. It happened to me. All I want is justice, justice, and dry pants. You know what's worse than the damp, uncomfortable feeling? My so-called friends trying to cover it up. Well, guess what? I blame all of you. That's right.

You all wet my pants. Pants. Look, here's all I know. This morning, I helped out at the lemonade stand. Then, I went for a hike to the waterfall. Later, I fell asleep playing with my tropical fish. When I woke up, I got donuts, and I came right here. Then, poof, my dry pants are wet, pants that have never been out of my sight. Pants I have been wearing the whole time, which can only mean one thing, one thing and one thing only. It means, these pants are broken. They sprung a leak. Ugh, thanks for nothing leaky broken pants, making me blame all my super great friends. But if one of you did wet my pants, I'd forgive you.

The end. Don't forget to stick around to see if you can answer today's paying attention question. Before you go, do you think you can answer today's paying attention question? What tasty treat did Rubin bring for all of his friends? If your answer was donuts, you'd. did it. Great job. You sure were paying attention. I hope you enjoyed that story. I wonder what we're going to read next. Bye, Ruby. Ruby, and I'm four and a half years old, and I was in poor. And we would like to request the book,

Who Wet My Pants by Bob Shea? Bye.