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Come on and zoom, come on and zoom It's time to roll out Here's a Zoom Barrel idea sent in by Nancy Brennan of Fairport, New York. Can you do this? Put the palm of your right hand on your right ear and the palm of your left hand on your nose. Try to slip your right elbow through the V of your left arm. Good luck. And to find out what's inside today... Your right hand. Oh, I got it. On your ear, right? Like this? I forgot. You're doing it the wrong way. Put your right hand on your ear. No, put your right hand on your right ear. And your left nose on your right mouth. No, you don't do it like that. You put your palm there. And then you dig that right in there. Look at your small hands. Stop. He did it. Hey, wait a second.

Help me do it. I can. Put your right hand on your ear. You put your palm of your left hand on your nose and you put your elbow on your knee like this. I think I got it. Uh-uh, palm. I got it. I got it. You don't have the palm on your nose. I got it. It's the palm. Okay, okay. The palm. Whatever you say. I got it. I got it. I got it. Watch. I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it. Keep going like this. You're going like that. I want to go down. Here I am. I'm gone. Leon, Leon, I can't get out. Here's a Doodle Center by Maureen Cutler of Mequon, Wisconsin. Can you guess what it is? What is it?

It's a skier stuck in a snowball. My name is Rachel Bornstein, and I've lived most of my life in New Orleans, and it's my favorite place to be. It's my home. It's hard to figure out why it's my favorite place, but I guess it's my friends and because I've lived here all my life and I'm used to everything. I live in a part of New Orleans. It's a special part. It's called the French Quarter and a lot of tourists come here because it's different than any place else I can think of. Whenever I need a little bit of extra money or something,

I can just go over to the flea market and sell my stuff. Can I help you, sir? Um, yes. She was a beautiful art. Thank you. A friend of mine, Gypsy Lou, she's just an old friend of the family. she used to be a gypsy we'll um just take our stuff and we'll sell it but the junkie stuff is the better it sells it's hard to sell good stuff at this new market and uh the name's on this the name's on all of them are you pronounced that urgan urgan this one's by donor like Here's some little French Quarter scenes you might be interested in. It's raining. In New Orleans, they have, in the French Quarter only, they have horse-drawn buggies that it's mostly for the tourists to ride, but it's really fun to ride in them. Jackson Square is a pigeon place.

You've got more pigeons there than any place. I don't know why they all come to Jackson Square. they like to sit on Andrew Jackson's statue. The French Quarter is special to me because it's my home and it's where all my friends live. And it's just, it's just where I've always been. Like I've noticed that in some places where I go, children aren't allowed to go, but three blocks around their house. In the French Quarter, it's easy to know where everything is. and you can't get lost in the French Quarter. I'm going to fall. Now let your hands rest. It's like a pressure that brings your arm up and they bring them down. It makes them go up and down. It's like a pressure, huh? Uh-huh. Think if we're under the warps right now. Think how cold it is. The Mississippi River goes through New Orleans and it's like two blocks away

from my house so I go over there a lot. Yesterday I was down by the river and it was so foggy couldn't you could barely see the other side. I don't like the river when it's like that. There's a ferry boat, and it goes across the river, and it's free. Sometimes Bunny and I, we just get on it just to ride back and forth. I like the top part the best. Remember the day we met? How could I forget that kooky day? You ran away from home, and I was climbing in my tree. You went throwing money down the drain. Well... And you offered me eight cents to climb my tree. I was only six years old. so I told her I'd give her the rest of my money if she'd let me climb her tree. And my mother wouldn't let me play with her that day

because I had run away from home, and you know how mothers are. But that's how I met my best friend. Like Robin, is she your best friend? No. Is Marsha your best friend? Are you kidding? No. who do you think's my best friend oh you know you can figure out who my best friend is who oh you know Is it me? Uh-uh. Yeah, it is. Here's a doodle sent in by Vic Summers of St. James, New York. Can you guess what it is? What is it?

It's germs avoiding a friend who caught penicillin. Dozens of you sent him for the recipe of stained glass cookies. Well, we made a mistake. We forgot to tell you how many eggs to use. Well, here's the answer you've all been waiting for. You need one egg and two-thirds cup honey. Remember, if you're going to make stained glass cookies, use one egg and two-thirds cup honey. Sorry we made a mistake. Good luck. Why People Started Wearing Clogs sent in by Debbie McCauley of Medford, Mass. In Holland, before people wore wooden shoes, everyone wore cobblestone shoes, even the king. Everything in the city was made of cobblestone except the streets, which were made of lots.

One day, the king's advisor, Peter, told the king about a day when the tar beneath the streets would boil and overrun the city. The king was deeply troubled. He asked all his wise men what to do, but none of them had an answer. The next day, the king ordered all the men in the city to remove the logs from the streets. Day after day, they worked until one day, they found that the tar beneath the logs was bubbling. The king heard about this and ordered that everyone must throw their shoes into the street. Everyone did, and when the tar dried, all their shoes were stuck in the street. And since no one had any shoes, people started making clogs from the logs. And that's how the cobblestone streets and the wooden clogs came to be. Oh, here's a dude.

sent in by Kevin Brown of Linton, Indiana. Can you guess what it is? What is it? It's a ghost with freckles. Hey, David, I found one. Do you want to give me enough color?

Yeah. You can have to look at the black smell. It's going to take about 30 minutes. Look, Lisa. It's got a line on it. Yeah. Look at me. Yeah. We call the See?

There's still some logs in there, aren't there? Yeah. Well, better give it another minute or two, then. Come on! Let's go! It's heaven! Oh, I don't care. Yeah, it looks like the shell is all stuck. I wonder what it'll be like when it dries if you'd like to make a sand candle like we

Just write to Zoom and we'll send you instructions on how to do it. Here's a story sent in by Kim Hartig of Houston, Texas. Two boys on a bicycle built for two were having a hard time getting to the top of the hill. Finally they made it. Phew, said one. I thought we'd never make it to the top. The other one said, yes, and it's a good thing I kept the brakes on, or we would have rolled back down. Here's a poem sent in by Sally Wright of Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania. And it's called The Ferry Boat. With all the different kinds of boats there are,

I think I like the ferry boat most of all. You can look way down below and you don't even have to row. You can look at the sea and read a book if you please. That's why I like the ferry boat most of all. That's good. Here's a nonsense poem sent in by Mary Service of Saga's Mass. Mary had a little lamb, a little pork, or a little jam, a little egg on toast, a little potted roast, a little stew with dumpling white. Too bad, Mary didn't have much of an appetite. Here's a special bulletin sent in by the Cooper family of Corona, California. Dear Zoom, I've got to tell you about Zoomitis. It's when you watch Zoom and you love it. Millions of people all over the world are probably catching it right this minute. The symptoms are watching Zoom, sending in cards or letters, or plays or poems that you've made up. And you go all around the town telling everyone how good you feel about having Zoomitis.

Zoomitis is something my whole family has, and it's catching, so watch out. You might get it. Here's a poem sent in by Laura Cronwick of Franklin Park, Illinois. Being friends is an important thing. It doesn't matter who you are or what you are. It doesn't matter what color you are, black, red, yellow, or white. It doesn't matter what nationality you are, Norwegian, Italian, Swedish, Irish, as long as you have friends. That's nice. That's all I feel. Yeah. Here's a riddle sent in by Mary McNamara the mayor of Elk Grove Village, Illinois. Why do witches fly on brooms? So they can get somewhere, I don't know. So they don't have to pay for the taxi. Because vacuum cleaners are too heavy.

Here's a doodle sent in by Michelle Epstein of Avon Park, Florida. Can you guess what it is? What is it? It's a clumsy tightrope walker. The Dog Named Clog, written by Tanya Draper of Cleveland, Ohio. There was a dog named Clog, and he loved a little girl, Hog. But one night, it was a terrible sight, because he burped so hard that he made terrible smog. So his girlfriend Hogg said, I hate you, Clog, you dirty dog. Then Clog was very, very sad. He said to himself, I have to find a way to clean up that smog so that my lovely girlfriend Hogg will love me again. Suddenly Clog got an idea. He found that cloud and picked it up and sneezed so hard

that the cloud of smog floated away. That night the girlfriend and Hogg sat on a bench together, arm in arm, and the girlfriend said, Hog, I love you. The end. I am Steve Smith, and I live in Hazel, North Carolina, and I've got a sleepy cousin who comes up to see me nearly every other weekend. My name's Chuck Rogers, and I live in Stone Mountain, Georgia.

When I come up here to visit Steve, I help him out with all his chores and everything, and he has a whole bunch of chores to do, and that keeps us busy about all day. Just pour the rest of it out. One time when I come up to visit Steve, he had a big ol' scratch on his face and on his arm on his leg and I asked him what happened to him I asked him if he was in a bicycle wreck or something he said no I rode a calf What do we got to do now?

Put down some hay and get the cows in. Get ready to start milking. All that mud. If it keeps raining like this, we'll have chocolate milk made out of these cows. Well, what do you want to do? Let's take the horses out there. I feel the heart leaping my way under the set. Move it. Oh. Oh. Bring her on up. Oh. Hey. On up, Chuck. I like Chuck comes up because he can help me out a whole lot When you get through my chores, a whole lot's quicker and have more time to play and do things that I don't do when I'm by myself. You ought to come down and practice up on riding that motorcycle again.

Well, I hope to get down there this summer. When are you going to come back up here? About next, maybe. I'll probably have to wait until Christmas. That's about the next two weeks, isn't it? Yeah. Christmas. What are you going to get for Christmas? I don't know. What are you going to get? Typewriter. Don't wrap it around the camp. You spend a whole lot of lamb drops and soil. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh! When I get out of school, I like to be a farm because you're around animals and you get to know how they live and what they do and you have small animals to pet and raise up. When I get older, I'm going to move up here and farm too. Here's a doodle sent in by Carlos Conrad of Mineola, New York. Can you guess what this is? What is it? It's a comb for a bald man. If you have a doodle, send it to Zoom, Box 350, Boston Mass, 02134. Hail, hail, the gang's all here.

What the heck do we care? What the heck do we care? Hail, hail, the gang's all here. What the heck do we care now? Here in front of KC, Old Brown Wooden Stoop On a summer's evening, we form a merry group Boys and girls together, we all sing and waltz Watching Seth, he plays the organ on the sidewalks of New York. East side, west side, all around the town. The Tots sing Winger Rosie, London Bridge is falling down. Boys and girls together, me and Mamie O'Rourke, to trip the light Fantastic are the cyborgs of New York!

The bear went over the mountain. The bear went over the mountain. The bear went over the mountain. To see what he could see. To see what he could see. To see what he could see. The other side of the mountain. The other side of the mountain. The other side of the mountain was all that he could see. Oh, wait till the sun shines melding And the grey sky turns to Oh, wait till the sun shines melding By and by In the good old summertime In the good old summertime Strolling through the shady lanes With your baby in mind You hold her hand, and she holds yours, and that's a very good sign, that she's your touchy-woodsy in a good old summer time. Take me out to the ball game

Take me out to the fair Buy me some peanuts, a duck, a duck I don't care if I never get back home First, you're looking for the home team If they don't win, it's a shame First, one, two, three, such a duck First, one, two, three, such a duck Hail, hail the game's on here On the sidewalks of New York you got an idea sitting on the shelf send it to zoom send it to zoom a polo play that you wrote yourself send it to zoom send it to zoom a story or a riddle that no one can get or something for the bell that's your success well you write it all down with your name and address Yes, because we still got a sensor to Zoom. Who? Why Zoom? C-double-O-M, Fox-street-five-O, Boston Max. O-2-1-3-4, sensor to Zoom. We're gonna Zoom, Zoom, Zoom-a-Zoom.

Come on and Zoom-a-Zoom-a-Zoom-a-Zoom. Come on, give it a try. We're gonna show you just why. Where I'm gonna teach you to fly high Come on and jump, come on and jump, zoom I want to jump. I want to jump. I want to jump.