Oddball Page #2

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Come on, darling.

Hold your tongue to your left.

- (ENGINE GRINDS)

- Too far.

- Try the right.

- (ENGINE GRINDS)

- No. Try the left.

- (ENGINE GRINDS)

- No. Try the middle.

- (ENGINE GRINDS)

Nope. Out more. Ah!

(ENGINE SPUTTERS, STARTS)

Tongue out the middle.

Come on, Oddy!

Uh, this Bradley,

what do you think?

He tried to buy me off

with shoes.

Lord help us.

Well, you know if you ever need

anything, I'm always here.

- (ODDBALL FARTS)

- Oddball!

- Gross!

- Oh! Oh, wow.

- Eugh, yuck!

- That'd make an onion cry.

That is disgusting.

Definitely yuck!

Oddball, that is wrong.

(PENGUIN CALLING)

Hello, little one.

(WHIMPERS)

(ODDBALL WHIMPERS AND BARKS)

BRADLEY:
Reopening the village

is the first stop

in my tourism initiative.

We have costumed re-enactors,

this delightful

southern right whale.

Oh, guys! I love you for

being on time. Okay, here.

MAN:
Right, there. Nice

and slow. Come on, come on.

BRADLEY:
Place it here.

This is the piece de resistance

of the entire show.

WOMAN:
Is it good?

There are only two of these

projectors in the entire world.

You wouldn't believe the strings

I had to pull to get this.

Alright, we will fire it up

and then we project the movie

off the rising mist...

The crowd will ooh and ah,

and in that moment, Ms Mayor,

we will officially be

open for business.

(BELL RINGS, CHILDREN SHOUT)

Good morning!

Have fun today. Hi!

Ah, there you go.

And on time, to boot.

- (BARKS)

- Oddy.

See you this afternoon

when I pick you up.

What's wrong?

There was another penguin

killed at the reserve

last night.

That's why Mum wasn't home

this morning.

Oh, right.

She's running out of options.

They've tried everything.

Well, I'm sure your mum

will come up with something.

- She always seems to...

- BOY:
Hey, Livvie. Hey, Oddball.

Your friend's there.

See you after school, darl.

- See ya.

- (BARKS)

- OLIVIA:
Oddy!

- SWAMPY:
Oddball!

He's taking another runner!

Go, Oddball!

Livvie, shut the door,

shut the door!

- OLIVIA:
Grandad, go!

- SWAMPY:
Seatbelt!

Keen your eye on him. Hang on.

- (TYRES SCREECH)

- CHILDREN:
Oddball!

- SWAMPY:
Can you see him?

- OLIVIA:
There he is!

Oh! Oh! (SCREAMS)

(PEOPLE SCREAM)

MAN:
Oh, my goodness!

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

SWAMPY:
Oh, no.

He's turning around.

- BOY:
Oddball!

- WOMAN:
You've gotta stop him!

(DROPS TO GROUND) Ow!

- Ooh!

- (HORN BEEPS)

(HORN CONTINUES BEEPING)

MAN:
Stop that dog!

(TRUCK HORN HONKS)

(GAS PS)

(BARKS)

Ooh! Ooh!

Ow!

By tomorrow morning,

everyone in Victoria

will be saying the name

Warrnambool.

Oddball!

- Watch out!

- (BARKS)

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Ah! (GRUNTS) Ah!

Somebody secure the whale!

MAN:
Grab it, grab it, grab it!

MAN 2:
That dog's

out of control.

(PENGUIN CALLS)

MAN:
Sergeant Gosch to base.

We have a situation here.

EMILY:
Judge Burns,

couldn't Oddball

go to an obedience school?

Miss Marsh, this is the third

time the dog's been in trouble.

We have the support

to fast-track

what needs to be done.

And he is obviously dangerous.

Huh! Oddball isn't dangerous.

He's just... curious,

that's all.

I'm sorry.

Your Honour, if I may?

The tourism initiative is dead

unless this dog is alive.

But that dog

ruined your hard work.

Precisely. I know that.

But that's why I don't want him

to ruin it again.

Look, we can postpone

the reopening.

That's not a problem.

But there's press in town.

And there isn't a whaling

village in the entire world

that can hold the news cycle

like the story of

a broken-hearted little angel.

A girl who loves her dog...

- (ODDBALL WHIMPERS SOFTLY)

- ...she grew up loving.

And, Your Honour, since it is

ultimately your decision,

well, I guess

every story needs its villain.

Mr Slater does make

a valid point.

Yes, he does.

(WHIMPERS)

Last chance, Mr Marsh.

Oddball stays confined

to your farm.

If he so much as sets one paw

within these city limits,

it's the end of the line.

Is that clear?

- The end of the line!

- Yes.

(BANGS GAVEL) Case closed.

Well, I gotta say that

Bradley bozo's got some chops.

How can you be so cavalier

about this?

We dodged a bullet in there.

Oh, I'm just trying

to stay positive.

What are you so bent about?

Let's be honest. We've dodged

bigger bullets than this.

Dad, I told you this already.

Look, none of this would

have happened if you'd

listened to me this morning.

- Let's go to the car. Come on.

- See ya, darl.

- See ya.

- Dad...

The penguins are almost gone.

If we're below 10 next month,

council are shutting us down.

Those bureaucrats!

They wouldn't know if they...

EMILY:
It's not them

anymore, Dad.

Nature is taking its course.

No penguins means no sanctuary.

No sanctuary means no job

and...

Well, there might not be

anything here for me.

I have Livvie to think of.

I will fight for the penguins,

but I'm also thinking about

what's next.

SWAMPY:
I'll tell you

what's next.

I'm gonna march in there

and tell those imbeciles

- they've gotta pull their...

- No, Dad! Dad! Just stop!

Unless you can bring

the penguins back, just stop.

You have done

more than enough for today.

(ENGINE STARTS)

- Mum!

- (SWAMPY CHUCKLES)

Stop him now!

(SWAMPY MIMICS PENGUIN CALLS)

- You're not a penguin, Dad.

- SWAMPY:
Come on, darling.

Look at the camera

so I can see you.

Give us a smile or something.

(GROANS) What about you, Em?

Come on, darl.

Do I get a smile out of you?

There you go.

WOMAN:
And if you get up

early enough,

you can see them marching down

the hill on their way to fish.

But even

if their fishing adventures

take them

hundreds of miles away,

they never forget

where home is.

Because

they depend on each other

to march back to bed every

night in a penguin parade.

(ECHOES) But even

if their fishing adventures

take them

hundreds of miles away,

they never forget

where home is.

Because they depend

on each other.

(PENGUIN CALLS)

(PENGUIN CALLS)

(CONTINUES CALLING)

What are you doing

down there, mate?

Oh. You're alright, mate.

I got you.

- What's wrong?

- (CHIRPS)

Ah. Tangled with

a no-good fox, eh?

- (CHIRPS)

- Alright.

We'll get you fixed up.

Alright.

Let's have a look at you.

(CHIRPS)

- (ODDBALL WHIMPERS)

- Oddball, get out.

We've got an injured player

on the bench. Out you get.

(SOFTLY) Jesus.

- (CHIRPS)

- You'll get used to him.

There we go.

I've seen it in chickens.

I've even seen it in humans.

So it's gotta be

the same with penguins.

If you're damaged goods,

girls just won't come near ya.

That's bad news

if you're trying to get a lady.

'Cause you can't get a lady

unless you're all fixed up.

Eh? Wasn't that bad, was it?

- (CHIRPS)

- (CHUCKLES)

You're a good-looking

young fella, aren't you?

Let's get you out of sick bay

and into the recovery ward.

That's a boy. That's a boy.

Come on. Let's get you to bed.

- (SWAMPY SNORES)

- (DOG GRUNTS)

(CHIRPS)

(SNIFFS)

(BARKING)

SWAMPY:
What? What's that?

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