Little Red Riding Hood Bedtime Story

A little red riding hood bedtime story can be the perfect wind down when you want the forest to feel friendly, the surprises to stay silly, and the ending to land in warm comfort. In this playful twist, Ruby brings laughter to Grandma’s cottage and discovers that even a wolf can be a wonderful teammate when the goal is giggles.

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Ruby and the Giggle Powered Rescue

7 min 56 sec

Ruby, the happiest girl in Tickleberry Town, bounced down the forest path with her bright red cape swishing behind her.
Grandma had stitched it from circus tent scraps, so it fluttered with extra flair like it was always ready for a show.

In Ruby’s basket sat the silliest supplies anyone could deliver.
There were exploding jelly beans that burst into confetti, giggling mushrooms that chuckled when you squeezed them, and a pot of rubber chicken soup that made a loud honk every time you stirred.

Grandma had asked for something goofy to brighten her day.
Ruby loved nothing more than seeing someone smile so big their cheeks felt tired.

The path curled past trees that traded knock knock jokes and flowers that blew raspberries at passing butterflies.
Ruby hurried anyway because the sun was already wearing its goofy sunglasses and she didn’t want to be late.

Halfway to Grandma’s cottage, Ruby heard a commotion.
A thump.
A wobble.
A dramatic howl that sounded suspiciously like someone practicing for attention.

Behind a patch of giggle bushes, Mr. Wigglebottom the wolf was tangled in a jump rope while juggling bananas.
His tail had been tied into a bow somehow, and every wiggle made him bounce like a pogo stick that had lost control of its own enthusiasm.

Ruby burst out laughing so hard her shoes squeaked.

“Help me, Ruby!” Mr. Wigglebottom howled.
“I’m trying to learn circus tricks for the forest talent show tonight, and now I’m stuck in the world’s silliest knot!”

Ruby set her basket down carefully and clapped her hands like a ringmaster.
“Perfect,” she sang. “We’ll turn this into practice!”

She grabbed one end of the rope and started spinning it in a wide circle.
Mr. Wigglebottom hopped inside, bananas flying, paws flailing, ears flopping like two excited flags.

Each bounce loosened the knot a little more.
Then pop, the rope slipped free, and the wolf tumbled into a bush that giggled like a baby who had just heard a fart joke.

Mr. Wigglebottom stood up, brushed banana mush off his fur, and grinned.
“You’re amazing,” he said. “Want to be my comedy coach?”

Ruby pointed down the path.
“I’m on a mission to Grandma’s house,” she said, “but I have a better idea.”

She winked.
“Let’s bring Grandma into the act. She’s the giggle champion of Tickleberry Town.”

Together they trotted through the woods, trading jokes and practicing funny faces.
Ruby told the one about the octopus that opened a shoe store.
Mr. Wigglebottom countered with the story of a sheep that knitted its own sweater and then complained it was too itchy.

The forest echoed with snorts, hoots, and the occasional banana slipping sound.
Soon they reached Grandma’s gate.

Grandma was already waiting on the porch, wearing a tutu made from tea cosies and a crown of rubber ducks.
She twirled in a grand circle and shouted, “Perfect timing! I was just warming up my chuckle muscles!”

Ruby lifted her basket like it was a treasure chest.
Grandma peeked inside, squealed, and immediately stirred the rubber chicken soup.

HOOONK.

The honk was so loud the porch swing squeaked a laugh.
Grandma popped an exploding jelly bean into her mouth and purple bubbles puffed out near her ears like tiny party balloons.

She clapped delightedly, then offered a giggling mushroom to Mr. Wigglebottom.
He took one bite and his howl turned into a hiccup that sounded exactly like a kazoo solo.

Ruby felt her heart warm up like cocoa with extra marshmallows.
This was better than any prize.

Grandma announced, “We need a routine for tonight!”
Ruby would juggle jelly beans high into the air, and each pop would spell out silly words.
Mr. Wigglebottom would do banana ballet.
Grandma would conduct the rubber chicken orchestra with her ladle like a baton.

They practiced until the sky looked like a melted rainbow popsicle.
Then they packed their props into a wagon shaped like a smiling crocodile and rolled toward the forest clearing where fireflies hung lanterns like tiny glowing beads.

The stage was a giant tree stump decorated with feather boas.
Animals gathered from everywhere.
Squirrels wore tutus.
Raccoons wore top hats.
Frogs balanced on unicycles while arguing about who was the most elegant.

The talent show began with magic rabbits and opera deer.
Owls told puns so bad the moon blushed.

Then Ruby, Grandma, and Mr. Wigglebottom stepped onto the stump.

Ruby juggled jelly beans high into the air.
Each one popped into confetti that spelled ridiculous words like “pickle” and “underwear.”

Mr. Wigglebottom twirled with bananas balanced on his paws.
He slipped on purpose, landed in an over dramatic split, and stared at the crowd like he deserved an award for bravery.

Grandma waved her ladle, and rubber chickens hidden in the trees honked in perfect harmony, playing the tune of the Tickleberry Tango.

The audience collapsed into laughter.
Baby hedgehogs giggled so hard they curled into balls and rolled down the hill.
Even the grumpy old badger cracked a smile so wide his sweater vest popped a seam.

For the grand finale, Ruby tossed one last jelly bean straight up toward the stars.
It exploded into a giant red heart made of bubbles that floated over the crowd and burst, showering everyone in strawberry scented glitter.

The wise turtle judges, wearing bow ties and serious faces, declared them winners of the Silly Star trophy.
It was a golden banana that squeaked when you squeezed it.

Mr. Wigglebottom wiped happy tears from his eyes.
“I thought I had to be perfect,” he said, “but you showed me fun and friendship matter more.”

Ruby tipped an imaginary hat.
“Laughter is the best superpower,” she replied.

They rolled home in the crocodile wagon, singing nonsense songs that didn’t even try to make sense.
Back at Grandma’s cottage, they celebrated with banana bread that told jokes when chewed and cocoa that blew bubble mustaches.

Ruby’s eyelids started to droop.
Grandma tucked her into the guest bed beneath a quilt shaped like a giant smile.
Mr. Wigglebottom curled on the rug, tail over nose, snoring like a tiny trombone.

As the fireflies dimmed their lanterns, Ruby whispered, “Today was the goofiest day ever.”
Grandma kissed her forehead gently.
“And tomorrow,” she whispered back, “we’ll invent a brand new laugh.”

Ruby drifted into dreams filled with jellybean fireworks and banana ballerina wolves, her red cape fluttering like a flag of joy.
Outside, the moon giggled itself to sleep, and the forest sighed happily, ready for whatever silly adventure came next.

Why this little red riding hood bedtime story helps

This story keeps the forest feeling safe and friendly, turning every surprise into something playful instead of scary. The pacing stays light and steady, with lots of silly details that help your mind relax and stop holding onto the day.

It also ends in a cozy, comforting way, with Ruby tucked in warm, everyone safe, and the world quieting down naturally. That gentle landing is what makes little red riding hood bedtime stories a great choice when you want laughter first and peaceful sleep right after.

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