Cat: Hey, Rebecca!
Rebecca: Hey!
Cat: Where’s Andy?
Rebecca: I don’t know!
Cat: We’re about to do my favourite number!
Rebecca: What’s that?
Cat: It is eight! Eight! This number’s great. A wiggly loop, this line’s not straight.
Rebecca: Eight, eight, octopus legs. Eight socks hanging with eight clothes pegs.
Cat: Spiders, they have eight legs too. They scurry along and want to dance with you.
Rebecca: Mmm! What can we smell with our noses?
Child: Could it be the smell of these eight roses?
Rebecca: Eight!
Child: Eight!
Rebecca: Eight!
Children: Eight!
Cat: My eight is flat, a sorry state.
Rebecca: Then pump it up, you need to inflate. It’s nearly eight, but where’s my mate?
Cat: I’m here on time, I’m never late.
Rebecca: A pirate counting eight pieces of…
Child: Eight!
Cat: Eight parrots squawking, ahoy ship mate!
Rebecca: Eight planets in our solar system!
Cat: I’ll race you to Mars?
Rebecca: It’s not a competition.
Together: Eight!
Child: Eight!
Together: Eight!
Children: Eight!
Together: Eight!
Children: Eight!
Together: Eight!
Children: Eight!
Together: Eight!
Cbeebies: Oh, Andy would have loved that!
Cbeebies: Let’s go and find him for number nine.