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-Answer Time -Answer Time!
-It's StoryBots: Answer Time -Answer Time!
They live in your computer And they've got a job to do
They're all about learning And they make it fun too
-And when you have a question -They'll answer it for you
It's StoryBots: Answer Time
Answer Time!
-Hey there! -How's it going?
Hey, Bo. How big can a goldfish get?
Apparently a goldfish can grow up to 38 centimetres
and weigh over one kilogram.
Wow. That's a really big fish.
Yeah. I think I'm going to need a bigger bowl.
Bing here. What's your question?
Hey, Bing. How fast are you at skipping?
Let's find out!
Guess I can skip pretty fast.
Boop?
Boop. Boop boop. Boop.
-Boop boop boop. -Hey!
Boop boop boop boop.
Hey!
Boop!
Look! We've got a Level Three coming in.
Good morrow, StoryBots.
I'm Lady Eleanor III, the royal architect to Her Highness, the Queen.
-Hello! -Architecture is awesome!
So, Ms. Royal Architect, what can we help you with?
Her Royal Highness, the Queen, hath bestowed upon me
the supreme honour of constructing her castle.
Wow, that is an honour!
Nevertheless, I am heavily burdened by the request.
The Queen hath decreed henceforth and forever
that she be housed in the grandest, most beautiful castle…
made of sand.
-Sand?! -Why would you build a castle out of sand?
I do not question the Queen, Bing. She has quite the temper.
But if you must know,
the Queen thinks any old peasant can make a castle made of stone.
She wants the most special castle ever made.
Hence the sand.
Oh.
So, like, what's the problem, Ms. Architect Lady?
The problem, Bang, is that we've used up all the sand in the kingdom,
and the castle is scarcely half built.
That is a problem.
If I don't find the enormous amount of sand necessary to finish the castle soon,
I'm looking at a one-way trip to the Queen's royal dungeon.
Boop boop, boop, boop.
Exactly. I need to figure out where sand comes from fast,
so that I can finish the castle.
My friend Phyllis has a bunch of kitties who use sand in their litter boxes.
I'll bet she knows where sand comes from.
-Oh, yeah! -Great idea!
Cats always go in the sand.
Thank you, Bo. Make haste.
An unfinished castle does not please the Queen
or bode well for my dungeon-free future.
Don't worry, Ms. Eleanor, we are on the job.
Answer Time!
Hey, StoryBots, what do you call a shape with lots of sides?
An interpretation of shapes by acclaimed performance artiste
Madame FuFu.
A triangle, three sides.
A rectangle, four sides.
A pentagon, five sides!
A hexagon, six sides!
This has been an interpretation of shapes
by acclaimed performance artiste Madame FuFu.
Former acclaimed performance artist.
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What is the news today?
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This just in.
Pickles are just cucumbers soaked in water, vinegar, spices and salt.
-Move! -Give me some space!
-Ow, my foot. -Quit it!
-Hey, why her? -Pick me, buddy!
I'm next!
-No, I'm good. -Don't pick me. I'm good.
I have a question.
How do you draw a cat?
Hi there, I'm Guy Gladly.
Today, we're going to be drawing a cat. Draw along with me, won't you?
First, we make a big circle.
There we go.
Now, we add two triangles on top to make ears,
and one more triangle in the middle.
We add two dots for eyes.
And a little smile.
And now we make the whiskers.
I think we have a beautiful drawing here, don't you?
Not again!
Sit! Stay! Good boy!
Next stop, Phyllis's house.
Cat sand!
I knew Phyllis would be able to tell me where sand comes from.
Bo, is that you?
Hi, Phyllis!
I have a really important question to ask you.
That question's going to have to wait, dear.
I'm about to go to the shops to get more cat food.
Oh! Since you're here, could you watch my angels while I'm gone?
Oh my goodness!
Kitties!
Yes!
Of course, I would love to watch your adorable little babies.
Great, I'll be back in a jiffy.
Hi.
Hello. Okay.
Hold on. Oh, wait!
That's okay, little kitty. I'll get you down.
There.
Gotcha!
Please, stop squirming.
Oh, dear.
No! Please!
Bad kitties! Whoa!
Gotcha!
Oh, phew!
I'm back, kitties.
Oh, good little kitties. Eat up.
Thank you for taking care of my angels, Bo.
You're welcome.
But Phyllis, I really need to know
where all the sand in those litter boxes comes from.
Oh! I have no idea.
I just get it from the pet store.
Finicky felines! It's time for my stories.
But, Phyllis, I really need to find out where sand comes from.
This time on… The Dunes of Desire.
Sand!
That's all you ever talk about!
Sand to my left!
Sand to my right!
There's just too much sand!
Sand!
I bet that's where I can find the answer!
I've got to go! Thank you! Bye bye! Bye, Phyllis! Bye, kitties!
What good little angels I have.
Hi!
Where do rainbows come from?
Detective Boop in The Missing Rainbow.
Detective Boop?
Boop!
You gotta help me, Detective.
I was with my special friend, Rainbow, see, when poof! She just disappeared.
Gone without a trace.
Boop boop, boop?
It happened here at the park. Come quick!
Boop, boop.
Boop.
Thank goodness you came.
It happened here, see.
She was here one minute, and gone the next.
Boop?
Boop boop, boop?
-Yeah, I guess it was raining earlier. -Boop, boop?
I can rain, but how will that help?
-Boop. -What's the sun got to do with anything?
Boop boop, boop, boop boop!
All right, I'll rain. You're quite the bossy Boop.
I'm raining
Rainbow, it's you!
But how?
My dear Cloud, I should've told you.
Rainbows need moisture and light to be seen.
Please, baby, I just don't understand.
You see, when sunlight travels through the water droplets,
it splits into all the brilliant colours of visible light.
That's how us rainbows are made.
Oh, Rainbow, never leave me again.
You keep that rain and light coming, buddy, and I never will.
Yeah.
Another case closed by…
Detective Boop.
Boop.
Rainbows appear When there's water in the air
Like a drip drop drizzly day
When light passes through it Something special happens to it
It ends in a particular way
See, sunlight's made of So many different colours
And water drops split them apart
And when they're separated A rainbow is created
And science turns into art
There's red, orange, yellow
Green and blue
Indigo and violet too
There's only one thing That's prettier than one of these
And that's two
Next stop, Dunes of Desire film lot.
It's my dream. I will become sand, whether or not--
Cut!
Where's your passion?
Remember, you're Quartz! You're stuck inside a large piece of granite,
and you want to break free and become sand!
Okay? Let's try it again.
Take 327
and… action.
It's my dream. I--
Huh?
-Cut! Who's this? Who ruined my shot? -I'm so sorry. I just…
I just really need to know how sand is made.
Such presence! Such passion! You're the actress I've been waiting for!
I am?
Wardrobe! Make up!
Excuse me?
Lights!
Camera!
And… action!
On the beaches of time, only passion can help you climb
the Dunes of Desire.
Quartz, after everything your mother and I have done for you,
you're going to leave our mountain
to become a tiny, insignificant grain of sand?
-It's because of that boy, isn't it? It's not just about him, Father.
All my life, I've felt like a tiny mineral stuck inside this large granite rock.
Quartz, your mother and I raised you to be bigger than the corals, shells,
rocks, gems, and minerals that make up common sand.
I know, Father, but…
I must follow my dream!
And so, Quartz ran off to join her love and follow their destiny to become sand.
Little did they know how long and arduous the journey would be.
Are you ready, my love?
Oh, darling, I've been ready my whole life.
But were they ready…
…for millions of years of cold, heat, wind, and rain?
Cold, heat, wind, rain,
over and over,
bombarding the young lovers
until they were small enough to be carried away.
Is this how it happens?
Yes, my love.
Hold on to me, you'll have nothing to fear.
Except for maybe that waterfall.
-Hold on, darling. -I'm trying.
I will find you!
What happened?
Quartz, now small enough to be carried to the ocean by rivers and streams,
found herself washed up on the shore.
Big giant birds?
-Not quite. Huh?
We're tiny!
Quartz, we made it.
We're finally sand!
This is perfect.
Just perfect.
And perfect grains of sand they were,
making the perilous journey from mountaintop quartz to sandy beach.
Like many grains of sand before them, and many grains of sand to come.
This is but one of their stories.
-Cut! That was fun, but I've got to go.
-Thanks, everybody! Bye! Wait, no! What?
-Bye! Where are you going?
Until next time, my muse.
The story of sand is amazing to hear Formed over millions and millions of years
It's made up of mineral bits of all sorts Mica, feldspar, but most of all quartz
It starts with rocks in mountains up high Weathered by wind, rain, snow from the sky
In time, worn down, Though sturdy and stout
Small bits of minerals slowly fall out
Sand, sand, sand, sand, sand, sand, sand
The tiniest bits are then carried away By rain or wind on some blustery day
To streams or rivers where waters run free They're carried downstream and out to sea
The waves of the ocean wash them ashore
Though they started in rocks Many ages before
They finish their journey from far away
Now they're sand on a beach Where you frolic and play
Sand, sand, sand, sand, sand, sand, sand
Though mostly from rocks Sand has more stuff as well
Like broken up pieces of coral and shell
The grains are a mix From the sea and the land
Together, they make up The stuff we call sand
Sand, sand, sand, sand, sand, sand
That useful and beautiful stuff
We call sand
Hello, Lady Eleanor.
Come in, Lady Eleanor. Are you there?
Bo, thank goodness you're back.
I desperately need enough sand to finish the Queen's castle.
Tell me, where do I begin?
Begin? Oh, well, it all begins at the top of a mountain.
A mountain?
That's where you can go to find the most granite.
Granite? Bo, thou makest no sense.
How is a giant rock supposed to help me find sand?
Well, inside the granite are these itty-bitty minerals called quartz.
They eventually make their way down the mountain to the sea and--
I do not have time for a mountain trip. I need sand right now.
Then the mountain won't help anyway. That process takes millions of years.
Millions of years?
Oh no! I'm doomed! StoryBots, I'm doomed.
No, you're not, Lady Eleanor.
You don't have to wait for new sand to appear.
You can, like, just go to where the sand is now, dude.
-There are beaches all over the world. -Boop.
StoryBots, you're brilliant.
Brilliant, I say!
With half the Queen's armada, I could bring in enough sand to finish the castle.
-Yeah, for the castle! -You can get all the sand!
StoryBots, you are magnificent.
On behalf of Her Majesty, the Queen, I thank thee for thy services.