Poor Mr Happy awoke with a jump at the terrible commotion.
He groaned, got out of bed, went to the kitchen and opened the door.
He couldn’t believe his eyes.
There, in the middle of a pile of broken eggs, and a scrubbing brush, and rolling saucepans, and a lot of water, and spilt milk, and squashed butter, and bent saucepan lids, and a piece of soap, sat Little Miss Helpful!
With a bucket on her head!!
And a saucepan on her foot!!
“Help!” came a voice from inside the bucket.
