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Kiwi Flyer
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- 2012
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[Dramatic orchestral music]
My story starts
in my hometown, Nelson.
This is
what it looks like today,
but it was different years ago.
[Old-fashioned car horn]
Everything was black and white.
Just kidding.
My great granddad was going off
to fight in the war.
That's not him.
That's him.
Little did he know what dangers
and perils were waiting for him.
Whoa!
I love you!
All:
Cool![Crash]
[All laughing]
When the kids saw
how much fun it was,
they started building
their own trolleys.
And, of course,
And the winners,
they became legends.
Like my granddad.
In 1959, he won.
It was the most famous thing
anyone in my family
had ever done.
Years later,
it was my dad's turn
to carry on the family tradition
and he would've won...
[Cat screeches]
If it wasn't for that cat.
The next year,
he entered again.
And he would've won then...
[Tires screeching]
If it wasn't for that
oil spill at the bottom of the course.
The next year was the year
the wasps came to Nelson.
Year after that,
steering failure.
And the year after that
was the flood.
That's when my dad
retired from racing.
But the Trolley Derby
has continued
to the present day.
[Cheers and applause]
Whoo!
[Car horn honking]
But last year,
dad and I made a deal.
For the next race,
dad would make me a trolley
Aerodynamics,
that's the secret.
After extensive testing
in our wind tunnel,
we had our design.
That looks suspiciously like
my hairdry...
[Hairdryer pops and hisses]
Dad even came up with
a name for it:
Kiwi Flyer.
[Blow torch buzzing]
[Metal Clank! Clank! Clank!
[Cell phone rings]
G'day, mate.
Yep, she's all done.
Yeah, I'll see you soon.
Mmkay. See you, dad.
He's finished the frame.
That father of yours
better hurry up,
or he'll get no dessert.
[Car pulls up]
Ah, that sounds like him now.
Uh, no.
It's a policeman.
[Knock at door]
Mrs. Walker?
I have some terrible news
about your husband, Peter.
Would you like to take a seat?
[Both sobbing]
[Sizzling]
Whoo!
Whoo!
[Car horn beeps a tune]
What a pile of junk.
Slower than my Nana.
Better looking than your Nana,
too.
- What was that?
- Nothing.
You're not thinking about
going in that race,
are you, Walker?
- No.
- Good call.
No point
if you're not gonna win, eh?
He'd be like his dad
if he went in it.
A real legend...
As a loser.
What'd you say?
I said
your dad was a legend...
As a loser.
Look, the whole town knows that.
You got a problem, Walker?
Well,
what are you gonna do about it?
You little...
go on! Give him one!
Ah!
[Groans]
I'll get you!
Oi! Wait up!
[Tires squealing]
Oi!
Idiot!
Got ya now, mate.
[Gasps]
Love, love, love
in the world
[Coins clattering]
Oh.
Hey, get back here!
I'll wring your neck!
Sorry!
You little...
[Ship horn blasts]
Hey, mum.
Hey.
Everything okay?
Yeah, just thought
I'd come and see you at work.
Nice of me, eh?
Uh-huh.
Mum took over dad's business.
She wasn't too bad
at water blasting.
It's definitely better
than her driving.
[Electronic voice]
One new message.
G'day, Karen.
Mike here, from down the road.
I wondered if you'd want to go
to the stock cars Sunday night...
[Machine beeps]
End of messages.
Any messages?
Nah.
Mum, did people think
dad was a loser?
What?
What are you talking about?
The Trolley Derby.
No. Okay?
Now,
can you go do your homework?
That last school report
was spectacular
for all the wrong reasons.
But I was watching the cars...
Ben, I don't want you to have
anything to do with that race.
You know that.
But...
you need to concentrate
on your schoolwork.
- Now go do it!
- Yeah, but...
Go!
[Slams fridge door]
[Kids chattering]
[Whisle Blows]
[Car horn honks]
I am crossing here!
Well, I'm driving here!
Sorry.
Um, I've spoken to him
about doing his homework.
- Oh, no, no...
- He's been through a lot.
It's the yellow line.
Sorry?
You're parked
on a yellow line.
- Oh!
- So could you, um, just...
Sorry. Sure.
No worries.
It's a pity we're not going to
see you this afternoon.
Those boats won't
water blast themselves.
Got your key?
Yeah.
Okay.
I'll see you after school.
- Kiss?
- Yeah, nah.
I have a library book to return.
- Bye.
- Bye.
[Sentimental music]
Bye.
Both:
Mr. Lumsden, the traffic.[Sighs]
Hmm. Hmm! Ha!
[Groans]
- G'day.
- Hey.
Did you see Zombie P.I.
Last night?
Nah. Homework.
Yeah right.
Dude, they had exploding heads.
It was insane!
[Sighs]
Fast, Amanda. Faster.
Katie?
No. Amanda.
Harder. Come on!
Amanda.
[Laughs]
Great!
- Ah!
- Sorry!
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm...
It was that foot, wasn't it?
- What?
- Crushed it.
Snowboarding nationals
last winter.
- Uh, yeah.
- Really?
Yeah, would've made
the New Zealand team
for his age, eh, mate?
Yeah, that's the one.
He doesn't like to
talk about it.
Anyway, see ya.
[Quietly]
Limp.
What a p*ssy.
Hmm.
And that's why I've got
the biggest quality
used car franchise in this town.
Because I don't settle
for second best.
Just look at these.
M.V.P., queensland, 1979.
"Slippery hips" Wayne,
they used to call me.
Regional car salesman
of the year
and, of course,
championship cup.
In our family now
for four years.
And this year
with our new driver,
we're gonna make it
five in a row.
That was his, eh?
And how do you get these?
By trying hard?
No. You gotta win.
Because if you don't win,
you're a loser.
And that's some advice
you can take to the bank.
Okay, thank you very much,
Mr. Worthington.
Wayne.
Wayne's Classy Cars.
Thank you very much, Wayne,
for sharing your...
and listen, kids, if you
reckon your mum or dad
are driving around
in a loser car,
tell them to come and see me
at Wayne's Classy Cars
and I will do them right.
- Any questions?
- Yeah.
My dad said you got kicked out
of the club for match fixing.
Listen, mate,
you tell your dad
to come down to
Wayne's Classy Cars.
- I've got a special...
- Okay, okay.
Thank you very much, um, Wayne.
Let's show our appreciation,
class.
And thank you, too, Shannon.
Can have a seat, there.
Now, Amanda's mum
couldn't make it today,
so Amanda's gonna come up here
and tell us what she does.
Amanda.
Where's your mum?
She could tell us
about water blasting.
My mum's
a biochemical researcher.
She helped to discover
this molecule.
She works at
the Cawthron institute.
It has 63 carbon, 22 hydrogen,
24 oxygen...
[Giggling]
Oh. Bad luck.
Lucky it wasn't
polytetrafluoroethylene.
[Bell rings]
All right.
Wait, wait, wait.
First of all, thanks to your
parents for coming along today
and also, there is a notice
in the newsletter about
after school
extension studies classes.
If you'd like to do those,
get your parents to sign it.
[Kids groan]
Off you go.
Oi.
Now's your chance.
Go and help her.
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