Tractors For Kids

The Big Rigs are working hard at the construction site when Little Excavator rolls up, eager to help. But Little Excavator isn't big enough to CHUG CHUG CHUG! like the Dump Truck as it loads dirt to lug or MOUND MOUND MOUND! like the 'Dozer as it pushes up the ground. Little Excavator wants to smooth out bumps and dig up dirt, but he is just too small. As Big Rigs around him WORK WORK WORK! they finally find a job that no other machine can do. Except for Little Excavator!

Grandpa Joe takes his grandson Timmy back to the site of his family’s farm, where the old house and a ramshackle barn still stand. The visit stirs up memories for Grandpa Joe—in particular, the majesty of his own father's shiny red tractor, now rusting in the forgotten fields.

Seconds before the Earth is demolished to make way for a galactic freeway, Arthur Dent is plucked off the planet by his friend Ford Prefect, a researcher for the revised edition of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy who, for the last 15 years, has been posing as an out-of-work actor.

Otis and his farm friends love to play hide-and-seek. Otis especially loves to be "It", finding his friends as they hide. Yet when the newest addition to the farm - a bounding puppy who can't sit still and has a habit of licking faces - tries to hide, he finds his attention wandering and is soon lost in the forest. Night falls and Otis, knowing his new friend is afraid of the dark, sets out to find him. There's just one problem: Otis is "also" afraid of the dark. His friend is alone and in need, though, so Otis takes a deep breath, counts to 10, and sets off on a different game.

My wedding started out as a nightmare. Now, it's turning into my darkest fantasy. My life isn't going at all like I planned. First, I give up my college dreams to care for my sick parents. Next, I agree to marry a monster to save my family from bankruptcy. And then, on my wedding day, it all goes from bad to a hell of a lot worse. I’m kidnapped. Oh, and it isn’t just any brawny biker that breaks into my dressing room and throws me over his shoulder. It’s the man I've had a crush on for years... My older brother's best friend. He says he just wants revenge on my fiance. Except I see ...

Misfit, truant, delinquent. John Robison was never a model child, and he wasn’t a model dad either. Diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome at the age of 40, he approached fatherhood as a series of logic puzzles and practical jokes. When his son, Cubby, asked, “Where did I come from?” John said he’d bought him at the Kid Store and that the salesman had cheated him by promising Cubby would “do all chores”. He read electrical engineering manuals to Cubby at bedtime.