02x09 - Growing Pains

[bunniefuu]

♪ Jakers! It's the tales of our pal, Piggley

♪ Ireland is the world he loves so well

♪ He wriggles out of spots that are downright stickley

♪ How he does that only he can tell

♪ Piggley, Ferny, Molly, and Dannan

♪ Never miss a chance to have too much fun

♪ In Tara or Raloo lots of excitement for everyone

♪ Curiosity's in a hurry

♪ Leavin' no time to stop and think

♪ The line between wild and crazy gets blurry

♪ Jakers!The Adventures of Piggley Winks

♪ Somethin' in the way his eyes start blazin'

♪ Tells us he's onto a brand, new plan

♪ His lips curl up, it's downright amazin'

♪ Looking for mischief? Well, he's your man

♪ Piggley, Ferny, Molly, and Dannan

♪ Never miss a chance to have too much fun

♪ In Tara or Raloo lots of excitement for everyone

♪ Jakers! They go to bed just to wake up early

♪ To get in trouble or on the brink

♪ The line between wild and crazy gets blurry

♪ Jakers! The Adventures of Piggley Winks

(dramatic orchestral music)

(door closes)

(door latches)

(leaves rustling)

(wind howling)

- Boys, boys, where are you?

It's a perfect kite-flying day if ever I saw one.

- I'm coming, Grandpa.

- Well, would you look at that masterpiece.

Beauty should fly higher than a supersonic transport jet.

- Thanks, I made it myself.

- So where's that brother of yours got to, Sean?

- He's still inside,

building that volcano project for school.

- Jakers!

He's been working on that project

for three days now without a rest.

It's time he take a break and come and fly with us.

- Grandpa, do you know where the baking soda is?

I need it for my volcano.

- I do.

- Great.

- And one of these days, I'll let you know where it is.

- Huh?

- But right now the breeze is blowing,

and this kite is just itching for a test run. (laughs)

(Grandpa mimicking airplane)

Mo, ah, ooh, ho, ho, ho, ooh.

Heh, heh, heh.

- But my volcano--

- Will still be here waiting for you,

when we're done, I promise.

- But...

- Wow, Grandpa, I never heard a grown-up

say anything like that before.

- (chuckles) All work and no play

is no way to spend a lovely day.

I learned that lesson a long time ago.

It's a lesson I had to teach me own dad.

- Really? What happened?

- What did you do?

- As I recall, it was a day not unlike today.

I called it perfect picnic weather.

- Jakers! What a gorgeous morning.

A perfect family-picnic day,

if ever I saw one, right, Mammie?

- Right you are, little man.

- Oh, there'll be no picnic today, son.

I have a list of chores the length of me arm

that have to be done today.

- But, Dad, it's Saturday.

- Huh?

Oh, so it is.

- I'll go on a picnic with you, Piggley.

- Aw, that's no good, Molly.

It's not the same without the whole family.

- (sighs) I'm sorry, Piggley, but the work has to be done.

That's just part of being a farmer, you know.

- Jakers!

I know what we can do.

- We?

Huh, I like the sound of that.

- Uh, we can work together, you and I, Dad, really hard,

all morning, and get those chores done

in time for a fine picnic lunch.

- (sighs) I don't know about that, Piggley.

- Well, if the boy wants to help,

you should let him help, Padrig.

- Besides, I can't let you spend

your whole Saturday working, Dad.

It's just not right.

- (sighs) Well, all right, then, you can help me, Piggley.

- Oh, that's great, Dad!

- And Molly, you can walk with me to the train station

to pick up our new batch of chicks.

- Will we be back in time for the picnic, Mammie?

- As long as you don't dilly-dally, pet.

- Oh, I won't.

Wait, I forgot me hat.

♪ Dilly-dally, dilly-dally

♪ Dilly-dally, dilly-dally

♪ Dilly-dally, dilly-dally

- Ugh.

♪ Dilly-dally, dilly-dally

Oh.

- Now remember, Piggley, this is serious work

we need to get done today.

There'll be no playing around, you understand that, now?

- Yes, sir!

There will be no playing around!

Until the picnic, that is.

- Ach!

- Come on, Dad.

We've got work to do.

There'll be no dilly-dallying.

- [Grandpa] And so me dad and I

set to work painting the milk cart,

as focused and determined as, as, as, as Sean

with a new video game.

- [Seamus] Whoa, that's pretty determined, Grandpa.

- [Sean] That's for sure.

♪ Oh we're painting up the cart

♪ We're painting it all red

♪ And when we're finished working

♪ A picnic will be had.

- Piggley!

- Yes, Dad?

- A little less singing and a little more painting, please.

- Yes, sir!

(liquid squirts)

(sheep bleating)

- Someday, Little Baa, you will be in charge of all this.

(smoky jazz music)

I've been watching you, kid.

You got it.

Do you know what it is?

(rapid squeaking)

It is courage,

honesty,

and a weird ability to walk on your hind legs,

so you're taller than the other guys.

(jaunty instrumental music)

- Hurry along now, Molly.

The train'll be arrivin' soon.

There should be about a dozen new chicks for us and...

Huh?

Molly?

Molly, where are you?

Ah, there you are.

- Look what I found, Mammie.

- Ah, well, would you look at that.

I thought all the berries were gone for the season.

- (chewing) Mmm, I'll get some more.

(goat snarls)

Oh, hello, Mr. Goat.

(goat snarls)

I'm sorry, Mr. Goat, but I found them first.

You'll have to look somewhere else for your own berries.

(goat snarls)

- Mm-mmm.

Molly, these are the sweetest berries I've ever tasted.

- Mammie, let's take some to Miss Nanny.

- Well that's a lovely thought, Molly, but we do have to--

- Please, Mammie.

- Oh (chuckles), I suppose we could stop by for a bit.

- Great, let's hurry.

No dilly-dallying now.

(Elly laughs)

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la

(Piggley humming)

- Piggley, how you coming along over there?

- Just great, Dad.

- Almost done, then, are we?

What?

Oh, Piggley, what is this?

- Isn't it great, Dad?

They're hot-rod flames.

I saw it once in a comic book.

- This is not a hot rod, Piggley.

It's a milk cart.

Now, why would we be needing flames on a milk cart?

- Uh, it makes it look like it's going really fast.

Doesn't it look fast, Dad?

- Well, yes, I suppose it does.

- Just wait until it's finished.

It'll look twice as fast.

- Son, we do not have time

to be doing this kind of fancy painting.

There's still a lot more work that needs to be done.

- I know.

- Now please, just paint it red and be done with it, boy.

I will be workin' in the barn.

Come and join me when you're finished.

- Yes, sir! (liquid squirts)

- Eeyah.

- Okay, first lesson.

How to look like you are the boss.

First you cross your front legs like this.

Then you stick your right foot out,

and your left foot in, and you turn your head around.

And you end up with...

(upbeat big band dance music)

A bunch of wiseguy sheep doing the hokey pokey.

(drum rimshot)

(sheep bleating)

(pastoral instrumental Celtic music)

(Molly humming a song)

- Will the chicks be here soon, Mammie?

- Any minute now, pet.

- I think Miss Nanny liked the berries, Mammie.

- Oh, I think she liked them very much, Molly.

Hmm, you know, Molly, you have a wonderful way

of finding things that no one else seems to notice.

- Oh, thank you.

- You're welcome.

(train whistle blowing)

Goodness gracious me, the train is coming.

- The chicks are here!

The chicks are here!

(train loudly approaching)

(train brakes squealing)

(steam escaping)

- [Grandpa] While my mother and Molly

were enjoying their little business trip into town,

my father was busy bringin' hay into the barn.

Just brought in the last bale,

when I rushed in to help,

my timing as flawless as ever.

- Dad, I finished paintin' the cart.

Would you like me to help you bringin' in the hay?

- That job is done, Piggley.

- That's great.

Let's go pack for the picnic, then.

- Uh, Piggley.

That job is finished, but I've got another job for you.

- Oh, okay.

- We need to get the barn ready for the chicks,

when they arrive with your mother and sister.

- I can do that, no problem at all!

Uh, what do I need to do?

- I'd like you to form those hay bales

into a pen to hold the chicks.

- This'll be the best chicken pen

you've ever seen in your life.

- Just something simple to keep the little things

from running all over the place.

I'll be right back to hang up the heat lamp.

- Okay, Dad.

You can count on me, sir!

- Now remember, Little Baa, as the boss of the flock,

you've got to be firm, but fair.

Firm, but fair.

Say it after me.

Firm, but fair.

- Baa, baa, baa.

- Good.

Didn't understand a word of it.

At least you're trying.

Now, remember, it's not easy getting this flock

to do what you want 'em to do.

Especially Birney.

He never cooperates.

- Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa.

Baa, baa?

- Whoa.

(jaunty circus music)

- Baa, baa.

- Well.

(m*ssile whistling overhead)

(hollow thunk)

Ooh.

Ooh.

He's good.

- Here we go, son.

I hope that pen is ready for the--

- The pen is ready, Dad.

- Piggley, I...

Well, Piggley.

What is this?

- It's a castle, a chicken castle.

It's got windows for the archers,

and turrets for the lookouts.

(chickens clucking)

Over here is the courtyard, and--

- Piggley, you did all of this?

- Mm-hmm.

- All I needed was a simple pen

to keep the chicks from scatterin' everywhere.

- Oh, oh, they won't be doing any scatterin'.

They can't get out unless I let the drawbridge down.

- [Padrig] Piggley.

- And me lookouts will sound the alarm,

if they try to escape.

Hello there!

(chickens clucking)

- Piggley, I realize that you're tryin' to help,

but there's too much left to be done

for you to be wasting time building old hay castles!

- But I was, I, I was,

I was just trying to make it more fun.

Um, but I'll take it down if you want me to.

- No, uh, uh, uh, don't do that!

You just need to--

- Yes?

- (sighs heavily) Never mind.

Come on, I have another job for you to get started on.

- Great, I'm ready and willing, Dad.

- All right.

I need you to take all the junk out of the old shed,

and organize it into piles.

- Right you are, Dad.

- Now, that way we can see what we have,

and what we want to keep,

and what we want to throw away.

- You can count on me.

- Ah, what an imagination that boy has.

It is a mighty fine castle.

(magical orchestral music with harp)

(upbeat modern marching music)

(troops marching in step)

- This is weird.

- Home at last, Miss Molly.

Are the chicks all right then?

- They're great, Mammie.

I think they like being out of that box now.

(chicks peeping)

- You can lead them into the barn, Molly,

right into their brand new home.

(switch clunks)

- Ah, there.

This light should keep the new chicks nice and warm.

- Mammie, look!

Ah.

It's a castle.

Come on, let's move in.

(chicks peeping)

- That's quite a home you've made for the chickens, dear.

- Oh, it's not my work, Elly.

Your son came up with this creation.

- Oh, did he indeed?

Why, it looks just like the sand castle you made for me

(chuckles) the first time we went to Blarney Cove.

- Ah, well that was a fine thing, wasn't it.

(sighs) But I didn't ask Piggley to make a castle.

I only wanted a simple pen.

- Well, the chicks seem to love it, dear.

(chicks peeping and Molly giggling)

- Still, I wish Piggley had just done what I told him to do.

- Well, it's important to do chores, all right.

But sometimes it's just as important

to take time out to have a little fun.

Oh, hello, chicks.

(lip clucks) Oh, this is a grand place you have here.

- Ah, I wonder how Piggley is doing cleaning out that shed.

- Baa.

- [Other Sheep] Baa.

- Baa.

- [Other Sheep] Baa.

- Baa.

- [Other Sheep] Baa.

- Baa.

(sheep continue to count by saying baa)

- Hey, kid, come 'ere, we need to talk, sheep to lamb.

(sheep loudly collapsing one by one)

(strolling music)

- Listen, I made a mistake.

A cute little guy like you shouldn't be doing this.

I'm robbing you of your lambhood.

You should be out there playing.

Now go, play.

And don't come back,

until I retire.

- (sighs wearily) So much to be done.

I hope Piggley has that shed spic and span.

- [Piggley] Stop where you are, varmint.

- Piggley, are you all right?

(dramatic western music)

- Don't you worry none, Farmer Winks.

I'm about to toss this cattle-rustling varmint

into jail and throw away the key.

- Piggley, what are you doing?

You're supposed to be cleaning out the shed, boy!

- I, I did clean it out, Dad.

I've gathered all the boards here in the town jail.

Your cattle rustling days are over, gentlemen.

(Padrig sighs heavily)

Over here, I've set in our supplies for the winter.

It's really just all the old paint cans, you know.

(can rolling loudly)

(wooden thud)

(small gong)

Look out, Dad!

The wild horses have broken free!

Come on, Lightning,

we've got to keep the horses from breaking free!

(horse galloping)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Ah, well, (laughs) I reckon you did do

a good job here after all, Cowboy Piggley.

- Much obliged, Dad.

Everything is organized.

All we have to do now is put it back in the shed.

- That old tire does not belong there, Piggley.

- Uh.

That, uh, it was so different from everything else,

I didn't know where to put it, Dad.

- Well (sighs) I'll just have to show you then won't I.

- [Grandpa] Well now, I was totally mystified by all this.

Here was my Dad with an old tire,

carrying it like it was the most valuable thing we owned.

I'd never seen my Dad quite so determined to get somewhere.

No idea where.

- Ah, we're almost there, son.

- Almost where, Dad?

Jakers!

Would you look at that!

- Ah, follow me, Piggley.

Ah, home again, my friend.

(angelic choir singing)

- Jakers!

(pastoral orchestral music)

(brook babbling)

It's a secret place.

- [Padrig] Wahoo!

- [Piggley] Wahoo!

(both laughing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Go on up, son!

- Dad, this is fantastic.

- Oh, yes, it is fantastic, Piggley.

- Dad, there's some words on this: P-W.

Oh, Padrig Winks!

- That's me all right.

And this Noggin carved here, is only Mr. Hornsby himself.

- Oh, that's right.

You and Mr. Hornsby were friends when you were young lads.

- Mm-hmm.

Noggin and I found this place.

We came here almost every day after school,

and every Saturday.

- Well, how come you never showed me

this place before, Dad?

- (sighs) I don't know, Piggley.

I guess I was too busy being a grown-up to remember it.

But it hasn't changed one little bit.

- I'm glad of that.

It's perfect, just the way it is.

- Well now, I don't know about that.

It seems to me there are still a few things missing.

- Like what?

- Oh, not what.

Who.

(jaunty orchestral music)

Now Piggley, you know the rules

about secret places like this.

You can never tell anyone else about it.

- I won't tell a soul, Dad.

I promise.

Um, except Dannan and Ferny.

- Of course.

That's the other rule about secret places.

Best friends are always allowed.

Now, how about gettin' off the swing

and lettin' your old man have a cr*ck at it, huh.

(Padrig laughs)

- I'll push you to the moon, Dad.

- (grunts) Okay, then, ready for take-off!

Wahoo! (laughing)

- (laughs) Dad, can we come back here again tomorrow?

- Oh, I don't think so, Piggley.

At least not until after we paint those flames

back on the side of the milk cart!

- [Both] Wahoo!

- A finer day has rarely been, seen boys.

I'll not soon forget it.

- Grandpa, did you and your dad

ever put all that stuff back in the shed?

- Of course, that mess was still there waiting for us,

when we got back home.

- Just like my volcano will still be waiting for me.

- Right.

- So let's go flyin'.

- Maybe we should ask Mom to go with us, Sean.

She's been working hard all morning, too.

- That's a grand idea, Seamus.

Your mother's a fantastic kite flyer.

- [Sean And Seamus] Mom?

- Oh, yes.

In fact, the space administration once called

to ask her about helping them launch a rocket to Mars,

but she was too busy.

Couldn't take the time off, so she said.

- [Sean] Sure, Grandpa.

- [Seamus] Whatever you say.

(instrumental music)