Bedtime Stories by Alex

🎧 The Three Little Architects三隻剛從「豬佛建築學院」畢業的小豬，遇上拿著夾板、來稽查的野狼！這不是童話，而是一場爆笑的「建築檢驗災難現場」😂。Three piggy architects from Hogvard School of Architecture face a clipboard-carrying wolf from the “Department of Huffing.” A hilarious twist on a classic tale—architecture meets chaos! 🏗️🐷故事逐字稿：🎧 The Three Little Architects: The Wolf Who Failed the InspectionOnce upon a time, there were three little pigs—Piggio, Porchy, and Brickson—fresh graduates from Hogvard School of Architecture.Piggio specialized in “Eco Minimal Straw Design.”Porchy majored in “Rustic Wood Aesthetics.”And Brickson? He just liked things that didn’t fall down.When their mom said, “Go build your own houses,” they treated it like a final project.⸻Piggio built his straw house in one afternoon.“It’s sustainable,” he said proudly, “and has excellent airflow.”Translation: it had holes. Lots of them.Porchy’s wooden house took a week.“It’s natural, organic, and emotionally connected to nature.”Translation: termites moved in before he did.Brickson built his brick house for two months.He wore a hard hat, drew blueprints, and made the other two sign safety waivers before visiting.⸻Then came the Big Bad Wolf.But he didn’t bring claws—he brought… a clipboard.“Good afternoon! I’m from the Department of Housing and Huffing,” he said.“Routine safety inspection. May I come in?”Piggio smiled nervously. “Sure, but please take off your shoes—this is a barefoot eco-home.”The wolf sneezed. “Ugh, all this straw! I’m allergic to bad architecture!”He huffed, he puffed—and the whole “eco-home” instantly qualified as open-air concept.⸻The wolf marched to Porchy’s wooden cabin.“Let’s see—fire safety certificate?”“Um, I burned it by accident.”“Of course you did.”The wolf huffed and puffed again,and the cabin turned into a DIY furniture kit.⸻Finally, he arrived at Brickson’s house.“Inspection time,” the wolf said, tapping his pen.Brickson nodded. “Please fill out Form 47-B: Request to Huff.”The wolf blinked. “You want me to what?”“No unregistered blowing allowed,” Brickson explained. “It’s against the building code.”The wolf groaned, huffed anyway—and got a noise complaint from the local council.⸻By sunset, the wolf had lost his clipboard, his breath, and his will to live.He collapsed on Brickson’s front steps.Brickson opened the door and handed him a mug of tea.“Relax. We architects don’t fight wolves—we out-design them.”The wolf sighed. “Next time, I’m just applying for plumbing school.”⸻🏗️ Moral of the story:Good design doesn’t fear the huffing and puffing—but it should always include proper paperwork.

傑克換來神奇豆子，然後爬上豆莖遇到一個「太有禮貌」的巨人？🤣 巨人總是先問能不能吃他，聽起來好像很客氣，但真的安全嗎？快來聽聽這個又好笑又緊張的冒險！Jack trades his cow for magical beans and climbs into the sky—only to meet the politest giant ever! 😆 The giant keeps asking, “May I eat you?” Jack isn’t sure if that’s friendly or scary. Join this funny, exciting adventure full of treasures, golden eggs, and 故事逐字稿Jack and the Beanstalk: The Overly Polite GiantOnce upon a time, there was a boy named Jack who loved adventure and limited edition stuff. He lived with his mother in a small, cozy cottage⋯Jack’s passion for limited stuff was so strong that if someone whispered, “Limited offer!” he handed over his coins instantly. One day a man waved some beans and said, “Exclusive! Last ones left!” Jack traded his cow before even thinking.His mother was furious, threw the beans out the window, and muttered, “Exclusive, my foot.” Overnight, a beanstalk shot into the clouds. Jack stared at it and sighed, “Well…limited edition. I’d better climb it before someone else does.”At the top, he found a giant castle. Inside, a booming voice echoed:“Fee-fi—oh dear, that sounds terribly aggressive. Let me start again. Good morning, young man! May I, if it’s not too much trouble, eat you?”Jack stopped in his tracks. “Eat me? You’re asking?”“Well, yes,” said the giant. “Consent is very important.”“Then no, thank you.”“Quite right. Respecting boundaries is essential. Perhaps…a biscuit instead?”The giant set down a plate of biscuits and poured tea into a cup the size of a bathtub. Jack sat, but his eyes kept drifting to a mountain of golden coins on the table.“Er…may I borrow just one?” he asked, reaching out.“Borrow? How civilized!” said the giant, beaming. “Would you like a receipt?”Jack quickly scooped up a coin and slid it into his pocket. “No receipt needed, thanks.”This little routine continued for days.“May I eat you today?” asked the giant.“No.”“Splendid answer! Biscuit?”Jack munched a biscuit, all while tucking treasures into his bag.But on the third day, the giant slammed his fist on the table, rattling the teacups.“Enough! No more biscuits, no more receipts! I am a GIANT! Fee-fi-fo-fum!”Jack actually looked relieved. “Oh, finally! A proper villain! I can finally hit you properly. Honestly, I’ve wanted to since your very first polite question.”He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the nearest chair, and charged.“Terribly sorry about this!” cried the giant, stumbling backward. “Nothing personal!”“Stop apologizing and fight like a giant!” shouted Jack, swinging the chair.The chase thundered through the castle. Jack snatched up the magic harp, tucked the goose under his arm, and sprinted for the beanstalk.“Excuse me!” the giant puffed behind him. “Please return the goose when you’re done!”“Not a chance!” Jack yelled.Down the beanstalk they went, Jack racing, the giant huffing and still shouting, “Apologies for the noise! Do give my regards to your mother!”With one chop, the beanstalk crashed, and the giant vanished with a final, “So sorry for falling!”Jack’s mother scolded him for losing the cow, but when she saw the goose laying golden eggs, she forgave him—mostly.And Jack learned two things: never trust shiny beans, and beware of people who are too polite.

童話爆笑改編，Alex用幽默帶你進入奇妙夢境。Funny fairy tale twists—Alex’s playful stories lead you to dreamland.故事逐字稿：《Beauty and the Bee》Once upon a buzz, in a cheerful village full of gardens, there lived a girl named Beauty. She was kind, curious, and always smelled like cookies, although no one knew why.One morning, Beauty leaned down to smell a tulip when—BZZZ!—a bee zoomed out and landed right on her nose.“Excuse me,” said the bee, straightening his tiny sunglasses. “I am not the Beast. I am the Bee. People always get that story wrong.”Beauty gasped. “Wait… you can talk?”“Of course I can talk,” said the bee proudly. “I also rap, do the cha-cha, and win karaoke contests. But right now, I need your help. Honeyland is in danger!”“Danger?” Beauty tilted her head. “Is it a dragon?”“Worse,” said the bee, lowering his voice. “The flowers are refusing to bloom. No flowers means no nectar. No nectar means no honey. And no honey means… no honey ice cream!”Beauty gasped louder. “Not the ice cream!”The bee nodded gravely. “Exactly. Come with me.”Before she could answer, the bee sprinkled sparkly pollen dust on her, and whoosh! Beauty shrank down to bee-size. Together, they zipped through the air until they landed inside a giant sunflower.“Welcome to Honeyland,” the bee announced.Beauty’s eyes widened. There were golden honey rivers, gummy-bear bushes, and bees wearing tiny crowns. A frog in a suit was singing, “Kiss me, I’m a prince!” but nobody listened.The King of Honeyland, a plump bumblebee with a mustache, buzzed toward her.“Oh thank goodness, you’ve brought Beauty! She’s the chosen human.”Beauty blinked. “The chosen what-now?”The King explained: “Only a human with cookie-scented hair can convince the flowers to wake up.”“Why me?” Beauty asked.“Because flowers love cookies,” whispered the bee.So Beauty marched up to the sleepy daisies. “Hey, flowers! Time to bloom!”The daisies yawned. “Too tired.”Beauty thought for a moment. Then she pulled out her lunchbox. “What if I trade you cookies?”At once, the daisies perked up. “Chocolate chip?!”“Yes,” Beauty grinned.“Deal!” the daisies shouted, and with a POP! POP! POP! the whole meadow burst into bloom. Nectar flowed, honey glowed, and the bees cheered.The King buzzed happily. “You’ve saved Honeyland! We declare a celebration!”That night, Beauty joined a grand honey feast. There was honey cake, honey lemonade, and of course—honey ice cream. The frog tried to join in but accidentally fell into a pudding cup.When the feast ended, the bee sprinkled pollen dust again, and Beauty grew back to her normal size.As she waved goodbye, the bee shouted, “Remember, we bees are not scary! We’re just a little ticklish.”And from that day on, whenever Beauty saw a bee, she didn’t run. She just giggled—because she remembered her adventure in Honeyland.The End.​