Oddball and the Penguins Page #3

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come up with some tests

to make sure he's up for it.

Don't you think taking him

to the island is pretty risky?

Yeah, but, you know,

if you want the biscuit,

you gotta risk it.

Now, listen.

Not a word to Mum, OK? She's got

enough on her plate right now.

I knew she was wrong about

you not knowing how to help.

- Let's get to work.

- Great!

We've got so much to do,

so I've devised a plan.

Fox - we have to make sure.

Oddy will be merciless

in the face of the enemy.

Flocks - we have to make sure

he'll protect lots of penguins.

Rocks - we have

to make sure Oddy,

who's just a house dog...

can cope with

the rough terrain.

Right. So... fox.

Flocks. Rocks.

I like it.

If he passes the tests,

we secretly

put him on Middle Island,

which means

figuring out a way

to get Mum off the scene.

I gotta figure out a way

of getting that stick

- out of your hand.

- Um...

That's still in the

concept development stage.

Concept what?

Where do you hear this stuff?

Bradley. He talks a lot.

If it works, we surprise Mum,

get council to change their

minds and Oddball is a hero.

You know, he was bred by

the Italians to guard emperors,

so maybe this opera music

will kick him into gear.

I'm a fox!

Yeah. Yeah! No. No.

La, la, la

La, la, la, le, la

- La, la, la...

- Get him. Get him!

Chicken egg

and this one's a penguin egg.

Are you looking? That one.

Now. Find the penguin egg.

La, la, la, la

Oh! Presto a Bottega...

That's a tennis egg.

- La, la, la, la...

- That way.

Oh!

Ah, che bel vivere

- Che bel piacere...

- What's that?

Che bel piacere

Per un...

"No!"

Di qualit Di qualit...

Oh, yuck!

Ah, bravo, Figaro

Bravo, bravissimo, bravo...

If it smells like

fox wee, he'll attack it.

Oh, jeez.

Ah, bravo, Figaro!

Bravo, bravissimo!

That's it. I give up.

Fortunatissimo Fortunatissimo

Fortunatissimo per verit!

La, la, la, la...

He was so good with Pocket.

What's different?

I know, I know! I know! I know!

Bravo

Fig...

It's the penguin.

It's like with real penguins...

- He's got half a clue.

- La, la, la, la, la, la...

La, la, la, la, la, la!

Look, there's talk of

moving them to another island.

Because... No, I mean, we're

down to 17 penguins, guys.

But this is their home.

They're just gonna swim back.

Look, I know,

but nothing's working,

so... how about a final push?

Zoe, I need more fox traps

and poison.

We should do a count

each morning. And, Jack...

I think I need you here

every night.

Every...? Yeah. Yeah.

Never mind.

I'll... I'll figure it out.

Oh, this is totally gonna

make a difference, isn't it?

I'm sorry, Mum.

All in favour

of the beekeeping tours?

- All opposed?

- Nay.

Motion denied.

Sorry, Eloise. Maybe

if you had fewer stings, dear.

You know...

I'm under a lot of pressure

to get things moving here

after the Maritime

Village mess.

I feel like the community

doesn't really

have a place

in the tourist initiative.

They're relevant

because they live here.

More listening, less talking.

Who's next?

Rich, from the Whale Watchers.

- Afternoon, council members.

- Here we go again.

This town has

an incredible untapped asset.

Every day,

the southern right whale

swims along our shores,

just going to waste.

I doubt the whales

see it that way.

You can't just come here and say

the same thing every meeting.

Those lovely creatures deserve

a state-of-the-art facility.

Sorry, gentlemen,

I'm gonna stop you right there.

The first thing that I explored

when I came to town

was a whale watching centre.

There's no place for it.

All of the good vantage points

along the coast

are either owned by farmers

who will not sell,

or they're

government-protected.

Well, yes,

that is the case right now.

But... what if

in the very near future,

there was a place

to build our centre?

Plus we'd have a gift shop,

so... cha-ching.

Enough of this.

Judge, call a vote.

I'm sorry, Mayor, just

one moment, have you found

a suitable location

for a whale watching centre?

- Seems we've found a loophole.

- Yeah.

Really? Well, I'm surprised

that I didn't find that.

I am a huge fan of loopholes.

You know, ladies and gentlemen,

the Maritime Village

will reopen.

That's a given.

But this... this is...

Well, this is the logical

next step in your town's image.

You want tourism dollars, huh?

You want...

you want sustainable jobs?

You want a solution that fits

with your outdoorsy image?

- Looking good, Mr Slater.

- The WWW.

Warrnambool Whale Watchers.

I like that! That is sticky.

It's sticky. It's fresh.

It's right now.

Rich the whale watcher

is onto something.

We'll have the village

to show us the past

and we'll have the new centre

to show us the future.

- All in favour?

- Aye.

Motion approved.

Hold on. We don't know

where their spot is yet.

- Yeah, sure we do.

- Middle Island.

What? How did you know that?

Like I said, these guys pitch

the same thing every meeting.

Ah, crunch time.

So we camp on the island

with Oddball

and if everything goes alright,

he's on his own.

Drop-offs after dark

and pick-ups before dawn.

I'll need to have a little chat

with Jack beforehand.

We can't have him interfering,

can we?

I think I know

how to deal with Mum.

Great!

You never cook dinner.

You definitely like him.

We can't

announce whales just yet.

I just need some time to work

a couple of things out.

Yes, yes. I am painfully aware

of what is at stake, sir.

Uh, no, this is

not a flip-flop. No, sir.

I will do whatever it takes

to get this job done.

OK? And we can announce

at the re-reopening.

Does that sound good?

- H-hello?

- Hey!

- Hey!

- Want a chat?

- I've got my shoes on.

- I noticed.

I didn't want to say anything.

They look really good.

Yeah, thanks. They are nice.

I really miss my morning

visits with Oddball.

I asked Mum to let me

stay over at Grandads

for a bit so I could see him,

but after everything that's

happened, she said no.

But... if you were to take her

out of town this weekend,

I'd have to stay somewhere.

Alright, dinner's ready, guys.

Oh! Whoa!

That's gonna hurt.

Sorry!

Maybe next time

we'll get takeaway, huh?

Anyway. Goodnight, sweetie.

Tell me the story.

Please?

The way Grandma

used to tell it.

Uh, Well...

Some people

call them little penguins.

But fairy penguins

is the name they prefer.

And they're small and quick.

Here one minute, gone the next.

And every time you see them,

they use their special magic

on you to make you smile.

If you get up early enough

in the morning,

you'll see them

marching down the cliff,

parading to the water

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.

We really appreciate

you looking after Livvie.

- It means a lot to us.

- Oh, no worries.

You two need some alone time,

I reckon.

- Promise?

- Yeah.

Well, listen to

your grandad, OK?

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