01x15 - Fir Not

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Jakers! ♪ Its 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

♪ Leaving no time to stop and think

♪ The line between wild and crazy gets blurry

♪ Jakers! The adventures of Piggley Winks

♪ Something in the way his eyes start blazing

♪ Tell us he's on to a brand new plan

♪ His lips curl up, it's downright amazing

♪ 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

- Grandpa?

- Seamus.

- I, uh, um.

- Come in, come in.

Now, what's troublin' ya, boy?

Your face is longer than a wet week.

- I drew this picture, grandpa.

It's not very good, huh?

- Did you do the best you could?

Well then, it's just fine.

- That's what Mom says, too.

- Check this out, grandpa.

- Jakers, that's a beauty, Sean.

- How come I can't draw like that?

- I'm just more talented than you, I guess.

- In art, you're more talented, Sean.

But no one can write a better story than Seamus can.

- Yeah.

- We all have our special talents, you know.

Your sister Meg's a whizz at mats,

and your mother was a mighty fine softball player

when she was your age.

- She still is.

- Oh yeah!

- Each of us has things we do well

and things that are not so easy for us.

That's something that I had to learn the hard way,

and I learnt it from a donkey.

- You can't make a racehorse out of a donkey.

That little bit of wisdom is a well-known Irish proverb.

Now, who thinks they know what the proverb might mean, hm?

(goose honks)

- Oh, yes, right here!

- Anyone else?

Alright.

Gossie.

- You can't make a racehorse out of a donkey

and that means that, um, it means,

um, that donkeys and racehorses, well, you know,

they can't make things.

- Piggley?

- Yes, Mr. Hornsby?

- You can't make a racehorse out of a donkey.

- Sure you can.

- Uh, well, that wasn't really the question, Piggley.

The question is, what does the proverb mean?

- Oh, uh, well.

I guess it means that a donkey

can never run as fast as a racehorse.

He's not built that way.

(laughs)

- Well thought out, Piggley.

Well thought out.

- But, I don't believe it.

(stammers)

I think you could make a donkey into a racehorse

if you really wanted to.

- Well, then.

Perhaps that is what you'll right about in your essay, hm?

- Essay?

- I'd like all of you to write a short essay

on what this proverb means to you, hm?

(disappointed groans)

Two pages should do it, now.

Have a lovely weekend, everyone.

(bell rings)

- Ugh, a two page essay.

That would take forever to write.

- Not if you write big it won't.

- I think I'll skip off home and start me essay right now.

The sooner you start, the sooner you're finished.

- Ah, that's just another one of those silly proverbs.

They don't really mean anything, you know.

- I'm tellin' you, they do.

- I can make a donkey into a racehorse.

- No you can't.

- I can, too.

Sure there's nothin' to it.

(giggles)

- I'd sure like to see that, so I would.

- Okay then.

Come on and watch me turn our donkey, Finnegan,

into the fastest racehorse in all of Tara.

- Well, what are we waitin' for, Ferny?

Let's go.

(snoring)

(sheep bleats)

- And this is the donk you're gonna turn into a racehorse?

Ha, not even you can do that, Piggley.

- Oh, I thought it was gonna be so good.

- Hold on, now.

He just looks slow because he's sleepin'.

Wait until I wake him up and get 'im runnin'.

- Well, maybe you should let him finish

his winks first.

- Right.

We'll wait then.

(clock ticks)

(snores)

- Oh, he's awake!

(sniffs)

- Uh uh.

If you want it, you're gonna have to run for it.

(cowbell jingles)

- Come on, Ferny.

Let's go and play a game of hurling.

(laughs)

- Right.

- No, wait.

We're just gettin' started.

(kazoo buzzes)

- And they're off.

Run like a mad thing!

- Wait a minute.

A donkey can't expect to be a racehorse

by sittin' down on the job.

- Are you sure about this, Piggley?

- Absolutely sure, Ferny.

Donkeys love apples.

Wait 'til you see how fast he'll chase us for it.

- We're off, then.

(giggles)

Ugh, Janey Mac, it's a bumblin' bumble bee!

(coughs)

- Grass, stuck.

(chickens cluck)

Would you look at that?

We get grass, and the donkey gets fruit!

(chicken clucks)

And look at that!

The chicken gets spaghetti.

From the earth.

Earth spaghetti.

Who knew?

Would you look at that?

I can't eat this.

What if I eat him, and his friends come looking for him?

Worse, what if they find him?

Crawl free, buddy.

You know, some day, I may be in trouble,

and that little squirmy guy might save my life.

Yeah, I don't buy it, either.

- [Grandpa Piggley] It took a bit of work,

but I finally convinced me friends

to stick with me the rest of the afternoon.

Dannan, as usual, came up with a new plan and a book.

The Total Racehorse Manual.

- It says here that a racehorse must be

fed the proper food, includin' plenty of oats.

- Whoa!

(giggles)

Get him off me.

- Maybe we really can get this donkey to run.

- Well of course we can.

Remember how the book said an overfeeding

of oats can actually make an animal too frisky.

- I don't think that's going to be a problem here, Piggley.

(grunts)

- Still, I better put these oats away for today.

We can give him more tomorrow, before we start his trainin'.

- Oh, there you go now, Finnegan.

He needs his rest now.

I think I'll sing him somethin' to help him sleep.

- Good idea, Ferny.

♪ Oh, hushabye

♪ My little donkey

♪ Go to sleep

♪ So peacefully

♪ In the mornin'

♪ You'll be rested

♪ And a racehorse you will be

♪ And a racehorse you will be

(birds tweet)

(snores)

- [Grandpa Piggley] I don't need to tell you

that the next morning, I was ready and eager to get started

on our project again. (rooster crows)

- Jakers!

Finnegan must've eaten all these oats.

(gasps)

That means he'll be full of energy and rarin' to go today.

- Oh, easy there, boy.

Easy.

- Oh no!

I forgot, Dad has to take Finnegan out

to deliver the milk.

- Whoa, whoa, Finnegan.

- Dad!

Wait, don't!

- Whoa, Finnegan!

- [Grandpa Piggley] I'm tellin' you,

I'd never seen anything like it.

All the oats made that old donkey move

faster than any racehorse I'd ever seen before

or ever seen since.

Like the lightning, he was.

In fact, faster than lightning.

- [Grandkids In Unison] Grandpa!

- [Grandpa Piggley] Okay, maybe not as fast as all that.

- Dad!

- What is going on here, Piggley?

- Well, you see, uh, I was doin' my homework yesterday.

- And?

- And, uh,

I was tryin' to turn Finnegan into a racehorse.

- A racehorse?

- Um, right, so I, you know, I brought them down

and made sure he got lots of rest,

and he had some extra oats.

- Extra oats?

So, that's why he was so frisky this morning?

And spent a day's worth of energy in three minutes?

And now doesn't seem to want to deliver milk.

- Sorry, Dad.

- Sorry is good, but someone will

have to help me deliver the milk.

- Okay, flock.

Who wants oats?

They give you lots of energy.

Ha cha cha!

Okay, forget energy.

They make your wool all nice and fluffy, like mine.

I don't suppose anyone cares that these oats

taste incredibly delicious.

I had to open my mouth.

- [Grandpa Piggley] It was becoming obvious

that we needed a bit of expert advice

if we were ever going to succeed in my mission.

And who knew more about horses than Ferny's dad,

the village blacksmith.

(speaks foreign language)

- What brings you inside on a beautiful day like this?

- Can we ask you something, Papa, please?

- (speaks foreign language) Go right ahead.

- Papa used to be the blacksmith

for the fastest horses in all of Spain.

- Well, uh, you see, we have this, uh, horse,

and we want to make him run faster.

- This horse of yours, Piggley,

does it already run fast?

- I wouldn't exactly use the word fast.

- Uh, or run.

- Or horse.

- You know, racehorses are very well taken care of.

Always well groomed and given

only the finest food and freshest water.

- Uh, brush it, uh huh, food, and fresh water, yeah, oh, hm.

- But it's also very important for a racehorse

to have the right shoe.

- Shoes?

- Oh, si, si.

Ordinary horse shoes will not do.

He must have special shoes for running.

- Special shoes for running?

- Oh, Janey Mac, would you look at those shoes!

- Those shoes are definitely special.

- (sighs) They're never gonna work.

- And why not?

- They're on the wrong feet.

- Oh.

- Come on, then.

Let's take him out and give him a run.

(sheep bleat)

- Ha, ha, ha, I guess this is what

they call feelin' your oats.

I wonder what happens when we run outta gas.

(snores)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Uh oh.

A little help here, please.

Hello, help needed here.

Hello?

What am I saying?

They're all passed out.

I'm stuck.

Help.

Help!

- Watch out, Ferny.

I don't wanna run you over on our way out.

- Oh, thanks, Piggley.

- On your mark.

Get set.

Go!

(race music)

- Whoa!

- Well, that was fun, but I think I'll just

go home now and take a bath.

- (Sighs) Me, too, except for the bath part.

- No, no, no, wait, wait, wait!

Wait!

Ah, well that's it now.

I give up on that donkey.

(sheep cries)

What is that?

Jakers!

Look at ya.

You've gone and got yourself stuck in there, haven't ya?

(sheep cries)

Let's get you outta there.

(grunts)

What are we gonna do with ya?

(donkey brays)

(drum roll)

Okay, Finnegan, give it a try.

(donkey brays)

Great job, Finnegan.

(donkey brays)

You make a lousy racehorse but a grand hero!

Come on, let's go get you some of those extra oats.

- Great.

He gets oats, and I get nothin' but a sore rump.

- I know I got my essay.

- Hey now, Dannan, did you get your homework done?

- Of course I did.

But I don't think Piggley did.

He was too busy workin' with a crazy donkey all weekend.

- Alright, let's settle down now, everyone.

(clears throat)

Last Friday, I asked ya all to consider the proverb

you can't make a racehorse out of a donkey.

- Oh, oh!

(honks)

Oh, oh!

- Yes, Gossie.

- I heard that Piggley Winks has some very

interesting thoughts about that proverb.

- Grand.

I'd love to hear them, Piggley.

- Uh, well uh, you see, uh, this weekend,

I tried to prove that the old proverb was wrong.

(class laughs)

- Shhh, class!

I see.

Go on, Mr. Winks.

- What I learned is that no one can change

a donkey into a racehorse, not even me,

and so why would you ever want to?

Donkeys are great just the way they are.

- So, what does the proverb mean to you then, Piggley?

- Well, uh, it means we all have things we do well

and things we don't do so well, and that's okay.

- (Chuckles) Well, thank you, Piggley.

- Oh, and I do well at talkin' and not so well at writin',

so that's why I didn't write any of this down.

But, uh, that doesn't mean

I'm not gonna do it as best I can.

- So you see, I finally understood

that Finnegan did well what Finnegan did well,

and when it came to running, he did the best he could.

- And that was just fine.

- Of course, now, that doesn't mean

that Sean the artist here can't show you

a few tricks to help you make your drawing a bit better.

- Right, or that Seamus the writer can't help me

by writing my school report.

- Nice try, Sean.

- Oh well, it was worth a sh*t.

Come on, Seamus.

Let's go draw some more pictures.

(Jakers! The Adventures of Piggley Winks theme song)