Little Miss Tidy and the Winning Ticket




 * [Mr. Stamp tries to deliver a newspaper to Little Miss Tidy's postbox. He opens several doors and tries to squeeze it into the small hole but cannot. He gets confused and scratches his head.]
 * Narrator: It isn't always easy to deliver Little Miss Tidy's post. In fact, it's rather difficult.
 * [He moves just outside the front door and looks for a doorbell. He finds it in the drawer and rings it. Meanwhile, Little Miss Tidy is sorting out her clothes.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: Let's see. All the red dresses together, all the blue skirts together.
 * [She hears the doorbell, closes the doors of her wardrobe and answers the door.]
 * Mr. Stamp: Your paper, Little Miss Tidy.
 * Little Miss Tidy: Thank you Mr. Stamp. Just a minute.
 * [She walks to the drawer and brings out her purse.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: You deserve a tip after all that.
 * [Mr. Stamp is given a button. He scratches his head.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: Well, [Sighs] I seem to have put my buttons in my purse. So, my money must be um... in my sewing box! [Laughs] What a silly me.
 * Mr. Stamp: That's what comes with being too tidy. You end up losing everything. See you tomorrow then, Little Miss Tidy. By the way, don't forget the lottery draw.
 * [He walks away. She closes the door and reads the paper in the kitchen.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: That's right. The lottery. Let's see now, the jackpot goes to number 777.
 * [She puts the paper down and rummages through the drawers of the cupboard. She finds the ticket.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: [Shocked] It's me! Oh my! I've won! Quick! Let's go and claim the jackpot! [Looks at the mess she's left behind and feels guilty] Oh, no. I simply can't go into town and leave my kitchen in such an awful mess. Goodness.
 * [She puts her ticket on the table next to the window.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: Just look at that. What a mess.
 * [She opens the window and puts on her apron.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: Right. Here we go.
 * [ She picks up all the items off the floor and returns them in the cupboard. She spots the sugar box still out on the work-top.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: Goodness me. I almost forgot. Well now. Where should I put the sugar?
 * Mr. Fussy: Hello, Little Miss Tidy. I thought I dropped by because I noticed that your window isn't shut properly.
 * Little Miss Tidy: Of course it isn't. It is wide open to air the room. I'm having a good tidy up. You see, I just don't know where to put the sugar.
 * [She passes the sugar box to Mr. Fussy. He opens it and notices something wrong]
 * Mr. Fussy: What? You're going to put it away like that?
 * Little Miss Tidy: Why not? What's wrong?
 * Mr. Fussy: But come now. You really must wrap up each lump of sugar in paper to protect it.
 * Little Miss Tidy: Are you sure?
 * Mr. Fussy: Oh certain. And what's more, I even grab each lump in a different coloured paper to differentiate between them.
 * Little Miss Tidy: [Taking the sugar box and sorts out the sugars.] I must say, I never thought of that. Little Miss Neat washes her sugar before putting it away, but then of course, it dissolves.
 * Mr. Fussy: Yes. But she's a real fuss pot, whereas you and I, we're... [Hesitates] well organised. I must be going now. I have to find the paper to find out the lottery results.
 * [He walks away and crosses the road. Mr. Rush drives and parks his car next to Miss Tidy's house. He rushes into her kitchen.]
 * Mr. Rush: [Quickly] I'm sure a tidy person like you would have today's paper. I need to check the lottery numbers. No? Too bad. Bye Bye!
 * [He leaves just as Little Miss Tidy turns round.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: Uh... yes, Mr. Rush?
 * [Mr. Rush slams the door. The ticket blows away outside the window. It floats towards Mr. Mean who is passing by.]
 * Narrator: Uh oh! There goes Mr. Mean!
 * Mr. Mean: Hmm... A butterfly. People collect butterflies so that must be worth a lot of money. [He tries to catch the ticket. Mr. Rush's car horn honks and drives by.] I'll get you. I'll get you! Argh... Got you. All mine! [Realises] Oh no. It isn't a butterfly. It's a lottery ticket. [Reads it] 777. [Shocked and delighted and starts running] Ooh... That's the winning number! I'm rich! I'm riiiich! [Stalls] It isn't mine. It came from Little Miss Tidy's house. Hmm... Course you never know umm... [Scratches his head] No. No, that isn't honest. I may be mean but I'm not dishonest.
 * [He walks carrying the ticket to Little Miss Tidy's house.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: Now then. My kitchen is all tidy, [Suspiciously] but where on earth did I put the lottery ticket?
 * [The doorbell rings. She opens the door.]
 * Mr. Mean: Hello, Little Miss Tidy. Have you lost something by any chance?
 * Little Miss Tidy: No! No. Well, yes... The lottery ticket.
 * Mr. Mean: I think I found it here. That's worth just the small reward isn't it?
 * Little Miss Tidy: Or even a big reward, Mr. Mean. Keep that winning ticket. You've earned it.
 * Mr. Mean: [Happily] Really? Promise? You're not going to change your mind? You're sure?
 * Little Miss Tidy: Quite sure. What on earth do you think I do with all that money? I've simply got nowhere to put it.
 * Mr. Mean: No. I've got plenty of places to put it.


 * [Little Miss Tidy is sorting out the clothes in her wardrobe. She takes out a red item.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: Now then, where was I? Oh yes. Do I put the striped skirt away with the red dresses or with the blue skirts. I know what. [Jumps with excitement] I'll dye them all yellow!


 * [Little Miss Tidy is testing out her new skirt. She blushes.]
 * Little Miss Tidy: Yellow does suit me, don't you think?
 * [The screen fades to black and the credits roll]