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Snuggle down, close your eyes, cozy up and relax. We’re off to the sleepiest, dreamiest corner of a very special place. The world of Moshi.

Close your eyes SleepyPaws, then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.

Say hello to SleepyPaws, a very tired koala. He lives high up in a treehouse by a dreamy Moshi harbor. But SleepyPaws is restless and he just can’t get to sleep, so he’s going on a journey but he won’t be counting sheep.

SleepyPaws is setting off across a fluffy meadow. It’s lined with balls of cotton wool and candy-colored hedgerows. He’s searching for a special place where Moshlings sleep and dream. But this is not a normal world, you’d know that if you’d been.

Its lakes are filled with neon soup and stardust covers mountains, and Moshi Music spouts each hour from rainbow sherbet fountains. When darkness falls a strange owl calls for all to go to sleep, and then the place falls silent… you cannot hear a peep.

Close your eyes SleepyPaws, then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.

Twilight is calling and owls hoot their tune, stars twinkle gently around the half moon. SleepyPaws is floating now through fields of whispering grass. His eyes are feeling heavy, there’s a question he must ask.

The place he seeks is said to lie beyond a haze of pink, so he’s going to ask the Moshlings he encounters what they think. “I’m looking for a sleepy place,” he tells a Mystic Moggy. “It’s over there but do take care, it’s getting pretty foggy.”

Just then a Dinky Dreamcloud glides slowly into view and SleepyPaws hears rumbling, a storm’s about to brew. Lilac rain begins to fall, and glowing puddles form, but SleepyPaws keeps wandering, the raindrops feel so warm.

He asks the Dinky Dreamcloud, “Can you show me the way?” “Follow me,” the cloud replies. “You’ve had a busy day.”

Close your eyes SleepyPaws, then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.

Raindrops are falling like sequins in streams, tinkling sweet melodies into your dreams. Tumbling down through a cloud made of cotton, shimmering moonbeams light memories forgotten.

Night time’s upon us, the rain moves away. Minds start to wander as Tinklehuffs play. SleepyPaws is yawning now, he’s by a starlit lake. A boat arrives, he rubs his eyes, he can barely stay awake.

The boat is crewed by Moshlings, they collect him from the shore as lapping waves make soothing sounds, the stars begin to snore. Swaying on the moonlit water, SleepyPaws is drifting. The boat is bobbing up and down, pink mist is slowly lifting.

A jungle island lies ahead and distant drums are calling. Is this the place where Moshlings sleep? The boat is slowing… crawling. A Songful Seahorse captain looks into Sleepy’s eyes, “We’ll need to sing to move this thing, it’s fuelled by lullabies.”

And then the crew begins to hum, a melody of bliss. The tune is quite familiar, and it sounds a bit like this…

Close your eyes SleepyPaws, then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.

Waves lap the shoreline as tired Moshlings sing. Boats sailing slowly, their swaying bells ring. SleepyPaws is back on land, he’s on a jungle path as crickets chirp their midnight song and distant monkeys laugh.

A tribe of friendly Hoodoos points toward a lush lagoon, and SleepyPaws keeps walking, beneath the silvery moon. “Is the place where Moshlings sleep?”  he asks a passing bunny. “Perhaps,” replies the rabbit, who whispers something funny.

“Maybe you’re already dreaming, did you think of that?” And then the bunny vanishes inside its bowler hat. By the water, SleepyPaws counts seven weeping willows, and by the tallest lies a pile of very squishy pillows.

“Take one of these,” a Sapling says, then points towards a hollow. “Just step inside and climb the stairs, and sleep will surely follow.”

Close your eyes SleepyPaws, then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.

High in a willow tree, sleep’s almost here. Snuggle your pillow and dreams will appear. SleepyPaws is in a tree, he’s climbing spiral stairs and at the top, a Silly Snuffler’s handing out cute bears.

SleepyPaws nods in thanks and takes a cuddly teddy, and then a Pluff in pink pajamas says, “Your nest is ready!” Walking on a branch he sees a sea of twinkling stars, as glowing fireflies flitter round in empty pickle jars.

Staring at the Moshiverse, the world feels like it’s slowing, and then he flops into a nest that’s gently to-ing and fro-ing. He yawns and starts to curl up when a friendly owl swoops by. It’s carrying a basket through the dusky starlit sky

“Climb aboard,” the owl coos. “I’m your valet for the night…Just snuggle in my gondola, and please… enjoy your flight.”

Close your eyes SleepyPaws, then clear your mind. Let’s drift away and see what we can find.

Fly over treetops through velvety skies, staring above as the stars mesmerize. SleepyPaws is almost at the place he wants to be. He’s cozying in the basket as it lands upon a tree.

“Night night, Sleepy,” says the owl, its face lit by the moon. “You’ve reached your destination, but I’m sure I’ll see you soon.” Fast asleep now, SleepyPaws is dreaming of his trip, of strange enchanted jungles and that music-powered ship.

He can’t remember everything so maybe he was dreaming, but in his paw, he’s holding something small and round and gleaming. It’s a little piece of stardust, a nighttime souvenir. It starts to fade in Sleepy’s paw then slowly disappears…

Is this what dreams are made of, wherever you may roam? ‘Cos SleepyPaws is back in bed… inside his treehouse home

Goodnight SleepyPaws…