[SCRIPT] A frog in Caillou's Throat

Oh, Caillou, come on in, you're soaking wet.
I like the rain, Mommy. I jumped in all the puddles.
I'm cold.
Let's get you out of these wet clothes and into something dry.

Well, that's good. You don't have a fever.
My throat feels scratchy, Mommy. It hurts.
Maybe we should give you some medicine for that scratchy throat.
I don't want to. I don't like medicine.
Here, try it. It tastes like grapes.
Caillou, this will help make your throat feel better. Please, try!
Ouch, it hurts, Mommy!
Caillou didn't want to take the medicine, but he didn't want his throat hurt, either.
There, that wasn't so bad, right?
Now, I want you to head straight to bed, and get a good night's sleep, okay?


The next morning, not only was Caillou's throat still scratchy, but he found he couldn't talk.
Mommy....
Caillou, time to get up!
Mommy....
Uh-oh, sounds like you have a frog in your throat, Caillou.
No, not a real frog. It just sounds like one.
You're not warm, but I think that scratchy throat of yours has turned into laryngitis.
Until you get your voice back I don't wanna hear a peep out of you, understood?
We have to let your throat get better.
In the meantime, how about some breakfast, okay?

Caillou, what can I get you for breakfast?
You can have anything you want.
Do you want some pancakes, French-toast, a bowl of cereal?
Caillou didn't know how to tell his daddy that he wanted something warm that wouldn't scratch his throat.
I know we're going to play a game of charades to figure out what you wanna eat, okay?
Try to show me what you want!
Game, game, yeah!
The fridge! It comes out of the fridge, right?
Eggs! You're clacking eggs.
You're mixing up the eggs.
Could it be scrambled eggs?
Eggs! Me, too.
I guess I'd better get clacking.
Caillou spent the rest of the day playing charades, so he was not to speak.

Caillou woke up the next morning, feeling much better.
His throat wasn't soar anymore.
Uh, Gilbert, Gilbert.
Good morning, Caillou. How is your throat feel today?
Mommy, I got my voice back.
That's great! So I guess the frog in your throat must be gone then.
Ribbit, ribbit.