Dave Edgren reads Oliver Jeffers and Drew DeWalt's picture book about crayons writing postcards to Duncan explaining how they got lost, broken, or stuck in a dryer. Duncan finds their letters and builds a special home for all his damaged crayons so they fit somewhere, even if they're bent or chewed up.
Chapters
Hi, my name is Dave Edgren, and I'm going to read you The Day the Crayons Came Home by Drew DeWalt and Oliver Jeffers. The Day the Crayons Came Home. One day, Duncan and his crayons were happily coloring together when a strange stack of postcards arrived for him in the mail. Hello from the rug. Dear Duncan, not sure if you remember me. My name is Maroon Crayon. You only colored with me once to draw a scab, but whatever. Anyway, you lost me 2 years ago in the couch. Then your dad sat on me and broke me in half! I never would have survived had Paperclip not nursed me back to health. I'm finally better, so come and get me. And can Paperclip come too? He's really holding me together. Sincerely, your marooned crayon. Maroon crayon. Addressed to Duncan. Duncan's bedroom. Upstairs, this house. No! Dear Duncan, no one likes peas. No one even likes the color pea green. So I'm changing my name and running away to see the world. Sincerely, Esteban the Magnificent, the crayon formerly known as Duncan. Duncan's bedroom upstairs. This house. Hi Duncan, it's me, Neon Red Crown. Remember that great holiday we had with your family? Remember how we laughed when we drew a picture of your dad's sunburn? Remember dropping me by the hotel pool when you left? Clearly you do not. Because I'm still here. How could you miss me? Anyway, after 8 months waiting for you to come and get me, I guess I'm walking back. Your left-behind friend, Neon Red Crayon. Duncan. Duncan's room. Duncan's house. Duncan! It's us, Yellow and Orange. We know we used to argue over which of us was the color of the sun, But guess what? Neither of us wants to be the color of the sun anymore. Not since we were left outside together and the sun melted us together. You know the real color of the sun? Hot, that's what. We're sorry for arguing. You can make green the sun for all we care. Just bring us home. Your not-so-sunny friends, Yellow and Orange. Duncan. Duncan's room inside that house there. Hey Duncan, I'm sure you don't recognize me after the horrors I've been through. I think I was tan crayon or maybe burnt sienna. I don't know, I can't tell anymore. Have you ever been eaten by a dog and puked up on the living room rug? Because I have. I have been eaten by a dog and puked up on the rug, Duncan. And it's not pretty. Not pretty at all. I'm more carpet fuzz than crayon now. Can you please bring me back? Your indigestible friend, Tan, or possibly Burnt Sienna, crayon. Duncan, his bedroom upstairs. Dearest Duncan, um, could you please open the front door? I still need to see the world. Sincerely, Esteban the Magnificent. Duncan, Duncan's bedroom upstairs, this house. Hey Duncan! Remember last Halloween? We told your little brother there was a ghost in the basement under the basement stairs. Then we drew that scary stuff on the wall. Sure was fun when he ran screaming, right? But it wasn't so fun when you forgot to take me out of the basement. Please come and get me. I'm kind of terribly horrified. Your scared friend, Glow-in-the-dark crayon. Duncan. Duncan's bedroom upstairs. This house. Dear Duncan, looks like I'm almost home. Been through China, Canada, and France, I think. Just crossing Newcastle by camel now. Newcastle has giant pyramids, right? See you soon. Neon red crayon. PS: Next stop, the North Pole, I think. Duncan. Duncan's room. Duncan's house. Duncan, does page 8 of Pirate Island ring a bell? Kind of a big payday for Captain Greenbeard there, don't you think? And no bronze or silver in that pile, hey? I told you I'd make— it'd make me blunt if you colored each coin individually, but would you listen? No! I also told you Those stupid crayon sharpeners never work! Did you listen to that? Also no! Now I can't color anything at all. Your pointless friend, Gold Crayon. Duncan. Duncan's room. Upstairs. A haul of loot. A bad day for the captain boy— cabin boy. Dear Duncan, I've seen the world. It's raining. I'm coming back. Esteban the Magnificent. To Duncan. Duncan's bedroom upstairs. This house. Hi Duncan. You're probably wondering why my head is stuck to your sock. A question I ask myself every day. Well, it's because last week you left me in your pocket and I ended up in the dryer. I landed on your sock and now he is stuck to my head. Can you please come and get me? Also, why does everything you wear still smell even after it's washed? Your stinky sock stucky on head buddy, Turquoise Crayon. P.S. Sock says hi, Duncan. Duncan's room upstairs. Tell him I said hi. Dear Mr. Duncan, I know I'm not your crayon. I know I belong to your baby brother, but I can't take him anymore. In the last week, he has alone bitten my— the top off my head, put me in the cat's nose, drawn on the wall, and tried to color rubbish with me. The worst part is he is a terrible artist. I can't tell what his drawings are. Donkeys? Monkeys? Donkey monkey? Picasso said every child is an artist, but I don't know. I think he met your— I don't think he met your brother. Please rescue me, your desperate friend, big chunky toddler crayon. Duncan. Duncan's room. Upstairs. This house. Duncan! Greetings from the Amazon rainforest! Making great time. I think I'm almost home. Neon Red Crayon. Duncan. Duncan's room. Duncan's house. Hello Duncan, it's me, Brown Crayon. You know exactly why I ran away, buddy. Everyone thinks I get all the great coloring jobs. Chocolate, puppies, ponies. Lucky me, right? But they don't know what else you used me to color, do they? I don't think so. The rest of the drawing was great, but did it really need that final brown scribble? I'll come back, but please, let's stick to chocolate, okay? Your very embarrassed friend, Brown Crayon. Duncan. Duncan's room. Duncan's house next door. Bear Goes in the Woods by Duncan. Duncan was sad to learn of all the crayons he'd lost, forgotten, broken or neglected over the years. So he ran around gathering them up. But Duncan's crayons were all so damaged and differently shaped than they used to be that they no longer fitted in the crayon box. So Duncan had an idea. He built a place where each crayon would always feel at home. There's no dogs down there, are there? Nope, no turkeys either. Oh, you flatter me, but it's not real chocolate. Let's have a party. This one is from my blue period, but it's not really blue, more lilac. I think that door is for us. Ah, there you are. I could do with a haircut. Make sure it's straight. Who are you wearing? Oh, I think that he goes by Ted. I'm Ted. Looks good, lads. Hope there's not a metal detector. No, I think everyone is welcome. And then in Cleveland, I got to hike the Great Wall of China.
