It was Caillou's birthday, and his Mommy was making his birthday cake.
Mommy: I don't suppose you want to help me clean the bowl, do you?
Caillou: Yes, please. Mommy.
Mommy: I thought you might.
Rosie: Birthday Cake! I want some. I want some. I want some.
Daddy: Come on, Caillou. You really should let Rosie have a little of that frosting.
Caillou: Daddy!
Mommy: I thought you said Caillou should let Rosie have some frosting.
Caillou & Mommy: Daddy!
Storyteller: Caillou had told everyone he wanted a special dinosaur as a birthday present. But Grandma's gift wasn't a dinosaur. It was a sweater.
Grandma: Do you like it, Caillou?
Mommy: Of course, he does. Oh my. They're here already.
Caillou: Yeah! Leo. Clementine.
Mommy: Come on in, you two.
Daddy: Now just hold still a little longer, Caillou. I've almost finished.
Caillou: It feels funny, Daddy.
Children: Ha, ha, ha...
Caillou: Meow.
Mommy & Daddy & Grandma: Happy birthday, Caillou.
All: Happy birthday, Caillou. Happy birthday. Yeah!
Caillou: Wow.
Mommy: Happy birthday.
Daddy: Are you going to blow the candles, Caillou?
Mommy: Make a wish, Caillou. You're supposed to make a wish.
Storyteller: He knew just what to wish for. He wanted a special dinosaur. Caillou was so full, he just couldn't eat any more birthday cake.
Mommy: Happy birthday, Caillou.
Caillou: It's my special dinosaur. Thank you.
Storyteller: Just a little while later, everyone found room for some ice cream sundae.
Caillou: Rosie, look what you did.
Mommy: Here's a clean sweater, dear.
Caillou: Wow, it's another special dinosaur.
Storyteller: Caillou certainly had his special dinosaur now. In fact, he had two special dinosaurs.
Caillou: This is my best birthday.