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Remember those stories and fables that would capture your imagination and you couldn't wait to see how they would unfold? And now, when you read them as an adult, you think, some of these old tales could use a fresh spin. We have a perfect podcast to bring you the stories you remember, remixed and reimagined for the kids in your life today.
Join me, DJ Fuge, and my trusty turntable, Baby Scratch, as we spin up new tales in the kids and family podcast, Once Upon a Beat. Wondry and Tinkercast are bringing you a jam-packed, music-filled, weekly party where hip-hop and fables meet. It's Once Upon a Beat. I'm about to play a clip from Once Upon a Beat. Follow Once Upon a Beat on the Wondry app or wherever you get your podcasts.
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You know what it is, I'm the fairy godfather of hip hop, fairy tales, and fables. And today we're going way back to remix a classic fairy tale about Lil Chicken, or as she's otherwise known, Chicken Little. A little chicken who's prone to getting overly worked up and eggs-cited at the drop of a, well, anything.
This story has me kind of nervous. Give me a wicked, wicked, wicked baby scratch if you've heard about Lil' Chicken. Bet. See, Lil' Chicken is the owner of Lil' Chicken's Chicken Shack, home of the best corn nuggets in the kingdom. They're super tasty, and that's just a fact. It does sound yummy. But first, we gotta go where hip-hop and fairy tales meet once upon a time.
The story begins in Little Chicken's Chicken Shack, a cheery restaurant with bright blue walls and a picture of Little Chicken on the wall in the back. Order up! Two orders of nuggets, a fried fritter, sauce on the side, and an iced coffee with no ice and a slice of lemon pie. Hold the lemon! It was lunchtime, and the cooking crew was slicing and dicing, doing what they do.
In the dining room, happy customers filled the seats, enjoying the meals they'd stopped by to eat. Little Chicken's was moving like a well-oiled machine, and Little Chicken herself was as calm as she'd ever been. She was laid back and chill, at least until a regular customer named Glenda came in with a little tea to spill. Hey, Little Chicken, I have some news for you.
news like you always do. Okay. A restaurant critic of great renown is in town and he's making his... He's judging all the restaurants to see if they're good or
Five stars for the best meals and zero for the worst that he's had. Five stars will mean she's a success. Everyone will come to the chicken shack because they'll know it's the best. Little Chicken gets five stars, she'll be a hero. But she'll lose all of her business if she gets zero. He'll be eating. I better step outside to get a little air.
Suddenly, on little chicken's brow appeared a bead of sweat, but she wiped it off. Trying to remain cool and not become upset, she said to herself, Oh, chicken, relax. Nobody in this kingdom like a dish. Suddenly, on her head, she felt an unexpected plop. She looked up and on her face fell another big white gooey glop.
She ran back inside as she wiped off the slop, yelling, Hey, somebody burned poop. But right now, poop is supposed to mean good luck. It's distinct.
If I had to choose between the two, I might prefer a falling sky. If I was Little Chicken, I might also be filled with dread. I mean, for real though, who wants to be known as a poopy head? Little Chicken's brow furrowed with worry. Her hands begin to shake. Her toes begin to curl. And she got a tummy ache. Little Chicken cleaned off the poo, then frantically started checking on every table.
She went into the kitchen to see if the staff was ready and able. She was making the staff feel so nervous. The head chef had to say, The kitchen crew is going to make mistakes today if you keep stressing us out this way. Little chicken, how about you see if you can mellow out? Little chicken was a chicken and the head chef was a bear. They had a lot of crazy critters working there.
But he wasn't a mean bear. He was a very chill fellow. And all he wanted from the chicken was for her to be mellow. Can't you see this? Or at least there's a chance of her droppings. Who was falling for it? The restaurant critic could walk into this room and we'd be doomed. What's it that you don't get? Coming here to judge this little chicken was so nervous. And you won't believe this. But suddenly she said, That's it.
That's right, baby scratch. She said clothes for business. Little chicken, you don't really mean this. You've said it too many times before.
Last month when the stoves wouldn't work and last week when your foot got caught in a hole in the floor. Then the chef reminded her about the time the water spouted up from the kitchen sink and little chicken jumped in a raft saying the restaurant was about to sink. Chicken laughed, agreeing things are never as bad as she thinks.
Yes, baby scratch. Little Chicken's restaurant needs work, but so does Little Chicken. She was a bundle of nerves. Hey, Chicken Little. Walking on eggshells. You're thinking too much. It's making your head swell. You just got the jitters. You know what this chef smells? The best fritters. This critic's gonna be fed well, so let's chill. Come on, take a breath. Focus on the moment. Notice each step. Yo, I know you're
I know that it's restful. I know that you wrestle with yourself trying to be successful. But look from a fresh angle that's less tangled. With all hands on deck, the mess gets handled. You're not alone, see. You got a whole team. This kitchen's so clean. We make the chrome gleam. And every recipe's the best yet. We run a tight ship. Right, kids? Yes, chef! You can listen to Once Upon a Beat early and ad-free right now on Wondry Plus. Join Wondry Plus in the Wondry app or on Apple Podcasts.