Cloud Nine

Armstrong's house is noisy. Mum, Dad, baby Bubbles and Chum the dog are forever making a racket; hoovering, shouting, banging and barking. It's all too much for quiet little Armstrong who is always getting in the way. 'Go outside and build, ' says Dad, tripping over some of Armstrong's plastic bricks. And so Armstrong does just that. Building high up into the sky, he lassoes a cloud and sits there contentedly in the perfect peace and quiet.