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Interior, dimly lit nursery crib at night; Lil Vegas buckles himself into shimmering, floating Star Car, both smiling toward the open window where starlight streams in. Crib bars and a twinkling dashboard gleam under moon-glow.
In the crib, Lil Vegas smiles, 'Let’s count tonight,' bright. Star Car purrs, 'Buckle up; we’ll travel by light. Seatbelts click snug; dashboards twinkle just right. They launch giggling, 'Numbers ahead!' in sight.
Inside Star Car’s glass cockpit floating in outer space at dawn, Lil Vegas traces the blazing single sun outside the windshield with a fingertip, grinning. Control panels sparkle, bathing them in warm golden light.
'First stop,' says Star Car, '1 (one),' fun. Picture shows 1 (one) sun, fun. 'Count it loud,' Vegas sings, 'just one,' fun. They trace its circle; learning’s begun, fun.
Brightly lit cargo bay of Star Car hovering above an orbiting moon; Lil Vegas taps two blue shoes laid neatly on the metallic floor while Star Car’s holographic display labels "2". Silver walls reflect crisp white lighting.
'Next,' Vegas laughs, '2 (two) shoes we’ll choose,' shoes. Picture shows 2 (two) shoes, blues. 'Left and right,' says Star Car, 'no lose,' shoes. They tap-tap twice, counting their moves, shoes.
Nighttime exterior, Star Car hovers in open space with a black backdrop; Lil Vegas draws glowing lines connecting three bright stars projected from the dashboard, smiling proudly. Soft blue instrument lights illuminate his focused face.
'Now,' Star Car points, '3 (three) stars,' far. Picture shows 3 (three) stars, sparkle afar, star. 'One, two, three,' Vegas chants like a guitar, star. They join the dots, drawing a star, star.
Daylight above Earth’s sky; Star Car glides among four massive white clouds, engines sparkling. Lil Vegas leans from the open gull-wing door counting each puff aloud, sunshine illuminating his joyful expression.
'Glide to skies,' whispers Vegas, '4 (four),' more. Picture shows 4 (four) clouds we adore, more. 'Puff-puff-puff-puff,' Star Car counts the score, more. They drift through fluff, then ask for more, more.
Interior classroom-like hologram suite inside Star Car, warmly lit; Lil Vegas and Star Car exchange enthusiastic high-fives with a floating hologram displaying five colorful hands. Electric pink light flashes mid-slap, freezing the moment.
'Give me 5 (five),' Vegas grins, alive, thrive. Picture shows 5 (five) hands that hive, thrive. 'Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!' echoes the drive, thrive. They high-five thrice, then twice to five, thrive.
Evening inside Lil Vegas’s nursery; soft lamp light casts warm glow on the carpet where six bright plastic bricks stand stacked. Lil Vegas kneels beside Star Car, both smiling at the towering mini construction.
'Back at the crib, 6 (six) bricks,' mix. Picture shows 6 (six) bricks to fix, mix. 'Stack them tall,' says Star Car, 'no tricks,' mix. They build-clap-build, counting the clicks, mix.
Dimly lit navigation chamber aboard Star Car; a luminous holographic map of seven swirling blue seas hovers over the console. Lil Vegas traces each wave with a stylus, concentrated, while Star Car projects gentle azure light.
'Chart a map—7 (seven) seas,' breeze. Picture shows 7 (seven) seas with ease, breeze. 'Sail them in dreams,' Vegas agrees, please. They trace blue waves, saying 'se-ven' with ease, breeze.
Star-filled outer space, midnight black; Star Car loops gracefully in a glowing figure-eight path around eight holographic planet orbs arranged in a line. Lil Vegas counts on fingers while leaning through the sunroof, eyes wide.
'Zoom past planets—8 (eight),' says Star Car, 'great!' Picture shows 8 (eight) planets straight, great. 'Mercury to Neptune,' Vegas grins, 'we celebrate,' great. They count each world, glide figure-eight, great.
Inside Star Car’s darkened observatory dome, starlight filters in as Lil Vegas draws nine glowing lines between ceiling-projected stars, forming a constellation. Star Car’s dashboard gently pulses purple, spotlighting his delighted smile.
'Constellations time—9 (nine) lines,' shines. Picture shows 9 (nine) lines in designs, shines. 'Draw-dot-draw,' Vegas says, 'the sky aligns,' shines. They whisper 'nine' as the pattern shines, shines.
Morning sunshine streams through the nursery window; Lil Vegas stretches both hands toward Star Car, wiggling all ten fingers while sitting on the crib mattress. Star Car’s hood displays the glowing number "10" in rainbow rings.
'Home stretch—10 (ten) fingers,' cheers Vegas, 'ten!' Picture shows 10 (ten) fingers; they wiggle again, ten. 'One to ten,' Star Car counts, 'and then?' when. They clap a rhythm, counting to ten again, when.
Night inside the softly lit nursery; Star Car rests parked beside the crib, headlights dim. Lil Vegas snuggles under a star-patterned blanket, smiling sleepily while the dashboard projects a faint "1–10" rainbow glow onto the pillow.
Back at the crib, they land soft, night. 'We counted 1–10,' says Vegas, 'just right,' bright. Star Car beams, 'Numbers, pictures, spellings in sight,' bright. They whisper, 'Learning’s joy,' and dream till light, bright.
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