Are you ever naughty?
Sometimes, I bet!
Well, Little Miss Naughty was naughty all the time.
She awoke one Sunday morning and looked out of the window. “Looks like a nice day,” she thought to herself. And then she grinned. “Looks like a nice day for being naughty,” she said.
And rubbed her hands!
That Sunday Mr. Uppity was out for his morning stroll. Little Miss Naughty knocked his hat off his head.
And jumped on it!
“My hat!” cried Mr. Uppity.
That afternoon Mr. Clever was sitting in his garden reading a book. And do you know what that Little Miss Naughty did?
She broke his glasses!
“My glasses!” cried Mr. Clever.
That evening Mr. Bump was just standing there.
Minding his own business.
And guess what Little Miss Naughty did?
She ran off with his bandages!
And bandaged Mr. Small!
It’s difficult to say anything when you’re bandaged up like that!
Mr. Uppity and Mr. clever and Mr. Bump and Mr. Small were very very very very cross indeed!
“Oh what a wonderful Sunday,” giggled Little Miss Naughty as she walked along.
“And it isn’t even bedtime yet!”
First thing on Monday morning the Mr. Men had a meeting.
“Something has to be done,” announced Mr. Uppity, who had managed to straighten out his hat.
They all looked at Mr. Clever, who was wear his spare pair of glasses. “You are the cleverest,” they said. “What’s to be done about Little Miss Naughty?”
Mr. Clever thought. He cleared his throat. And spoke.
“I’ve no idea,” he said.
“I have,” piped up Mr. Small.
“I know what that naughty little lady needs,” he went on.
“And I know who can do it,” he added.
“What?” asked Mr. Uppity.
“What?” asked Mr. Clever. “Aha!” chuckled Mr. Small, and went off to see a friend of his.
Somebody who could do impossible things.
Somebody who could do impossible things like making himself invisible. I wonder who that could be?
That Monday Mr. Nosey was asleep under a tree.
Little Miss Naughty crept towards him with a pot of paint in one hand, a paintbrush in the other, and a rather large grin on her face.
She was going to paint his nose
Just as she was about to do the dreadful deed, something happened. TWEAK!
Somebody tweaked her nose!
Somebody she couldn’t see tweaked her nose!
I wonder who?
“Ouch!” cried Little Miss Naughty.
And, dropping the paint and paintbrush, she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her.
On Tuesday Mr. Busy was rushing along.
Little Miss Naughty, standing by the side of the road, stuck out her foot. She was going to trip him up!
Head over heels!
And heels over head!
Just before she did, something happened.
The invisible nose tweaker had struck again!
And it hurt!
“Ouch!” cried Little Miss Naughty.
And ran away even faster than her little legs would carry her. 但是，就在她要做这件事的时候，奇怪的事情发生了。 “捏！”
On Wednesday Mr. Happy was at home.
Outside, Little Miss Naughty picked up a stone.
She was going to break his window!
As she brought her arm back to throw, guess what?
“Ouch!” cried Little Miss Naughty as she ran off, holding her nose 可就在她轮圆了胳膊要扔时，你猜怎么着？
And so it went on.
All day Thursday. TWEAK!
All day Friday. TWEAK! TWEAK!
All day Saturday. TWEAK! TWEAK! TWEAK!
By which time Little Miss Naughty’s nose was bright red. But.
By Sunday she was cured.
No naughtiness at all!
Thanks to the invisible nose tweaker.
On Sunday evening Mr. Small went around to see him.
“Hello, Mr. Impossible,” he smiled.
“Thank you for helping me cure Little Miss Naughty.”
“My pleasure,” laughed Mr. Impossible.
“But it did take all week.”
Mr. Small grinned.
“Don’t you mean,” he said, “all tweak?”
“你好啊，隐形先生”他笑着说，“多亏了你治好了淘气小姐。” “不客气”，隐形先生大笑。“确实花了我不少时间。” 小小先生笑了，“你的意思是，”他问，“花了不少捏鼻子的时间是吗？”