What a Choice for Little Miss Fickle


 * [Little Miss Fickle is fast asleep in her bed. The alarm clock rings. She bangs it with her fist and breaks it. She yawns and jumps out of bed and looks at her wardrobe. She thinks for a moment and then opens it.]
 * Narrator: Do you know what Little Miss Fickle's problem is? She can never make up her mind!
 * Little Miss Fickle: Ooh, now, erm...
 * [She mutters and takes off some hats from the wardrobe. She tries each one on and looks in the mirror, then puts them back on the floor.]
 * Narrator: Poor Little Miss Fickle can never make up her mind!
 * [The doorbell buzzes. Mr. Stamp is seen outside her front door. He brings out a group of letters whilst she opens it.]
 * Mr. Stamp: Three letters for you, Little Miss Fickle.
 * [She takes the letters and is puzzled.]


 * [Inside, the letters have been opened. She is walking round in circles and very stressed.]
 * Little Miss Fickle: Goodness me. I don't believe it. What on earth should I do?
 * [Little Miss Magic appears.]
 * Little Miss Magic: What is going on, Little Miss Fickle?
 * Little Miss Fickle: [Hands on head] Oh, Miss Magic. What a disaster. [Stamps on her two feet] Mr. Strong, Mr. Small and Little Miss Wise have all invited me round this afternoon.
 * Little Miss Magic: So, what is the problem?
 * Little Miss Fickle: Well, I don't know which invitation to accept. If I go to Mr. Strong's house then Mr. Small and Little Miss Wise will be upset; and if I choose Little Miss Wise, Mr. Strong and Mr. Small will be sad. I'll never be able to choose!
 * Little Miss Magic: Please don't worry, Listen to me; Little Miss Fickle will be three!
 * [She creates two more Little Miss Fickle copies, one either side of her. They look at each other and smile.]
 * Little Miss Magic: Have fun all of you!
 * [The original Miss Fickle passes an envelope to each copy.]


 * [Mr. Strong is seen cooking an omelette in a frying pan.]
 * Narrator: So Little Miss Fickle went to see Mr. Strong, who being Mr. strong prepared a meal of eggs for her.
 * [He brings the pan to her table.]
 * Mr. Strong: Just wait till you taste this omelette. You'll absolutely love it.
 * [He serves the omelette on her plate.]
 * Fickle 1: I wonder if I wouldn't prefer [Pushes the plate away] fried eggs after all.
 * Mr. Strong: No problem.
 * [He rushes back. Fried eggs have been cooked in the frying pan. Mr. Strong serves her the fried eggs.]
 * Mr. Strong: And I've even managed not to break the yolks.
 * [He serves the fried eggs on her plate.]
 * Fickle 1: Do you know how to make boiled eggs?
 * Mr. Strong: No problem.
 * [Eggs are being boiled in a saucepan. Mr. Strong serves a boiled egg in a cup to her table.]
 * Mr. Strong: There you are.
 * Fickle 1: Actually, I don't think I fancy eggs after all. Um, I'd love a cup of tea though.
 * [Mr. Strong appears annoyed and gives up.]


 * [Outside, Mr. Small is covering his eyes next to a tree and counting.]
 * Mr. Small: One, two, three, four...
 * [A worm hides under a hole. A Miss Fickle copy is standing on top of a hill thinking.]
 * Narrator: Mr. Small and the second Miss Fickle were playing Hide and Seek.
 * Mr. Small: Seven, eight, nine, ten!
 * [He opens his eyes, immediately spots Miss Fickle and turns miserable.]
 * Mr. Small: [Upset] You're supposed to hide, Little Miss Fickle.
 * Fickle 2: But I can't decide where!


 * Narrator: I wonder what our third Little Miss Fickle was doing at Little Miss Wise's house...
 * [The other Miss Fickle copy sits on the green sofa. Little Miss Wise turns the TV on.]
 * Little Miss Wise: There is a very good cartoon series. We're going to have great fun.
 * [The Mr. Men theme plays on the television. Miss Wise sits on the purple sofa.]
 * Fickle 3: I wonder what's on the other channel.
 * [She picks up the remote control and changes the channel. A man kicking a football appears on the TV.]
 * Fickle 3: Ah, sport... But what about Channel 9...
 * [She changes the channel again. A News-reader appears on the screen.]
 * Newsreader: Good afternoon and here is the news.
 * [She presses the button again and again. The TV channels change so much that Little Miss Wise loses her patience.]
 * Little Miss Wise: Please Stop! I wish you'd make your mind up, Little Miss Fickle. This is making me quite dizzy.


 * [Outside Little Miss Fickle's house, the three Miss Fickles enter.]
 * Narrator: After such an eventful afternoon, our three Little Miss Fickles are happy to be home again. But three Little Miss Fickles getting dinner ready? Can you imagine that?
 * [The three Miss Fickles put an item of food onto the table.]
 * Fickle 1: What's for dinner?
 * Fickle 2: Umm... sausages?
 * Fickle 3: And what about bananas?
 * Fickle 1: I think I'd rather have steak.
 * Fickle 2: And how about some cake?
 * Fickle 3: No. Eggs would be mich nicer.
 * Fickle 1: A green salad?
 * Fickle 2: No, spaghetti.
 * Fickle 3: And why not mashed potato?
 * [After all the food is laid out on the table, Little Miss Magic appears.]
 * Little Miss Magic: Goodness me. This really won't do at all. What on earth is going on?
 * Little Miss Fickles: [Altogether] They can't make up their mind!
 * Little Miss Magic: I understand, What a pickle; Let there be just one Little Miss Fickle.
 * Little Miss Fickle: [Wipes her face] Phew. Thank you, Little Miss Magic!
 * Little Miss Magic: My pleasure. But I think that from now on you really will have to manage by yourself, you know. Goodbye now!
 * [She waves and disappears. The phone rings. She picks it up.]
 * Little Miss Splendid: [Over phone] I'm invited to a splendid party for very splendid people. Would you like to come?
 * [The doorbell buzzes. Holding on to the phone, Miss Fickle answers the front door.]
 * Little Miss Fickle: [Hesitating] Umm... Wait... Just a moment. There's someone at the door.
 * [Mr. Greedy appears outside her doorstep.]
 * Mr. Greedy: I'm going... to a sausage eating competition. [Makes eating noises] Do you want to come along?
 * [Still holding on to the phone, she is having a think.]
 * Little Miss Fickle: Umm... [On phone] I'm not sure.
 * [The screen fades to black and the credits roll.]