02x05 - Touch of Spain

[bunniefuu]

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

♪ Ireland is the world he loves so well

♪ Wrinkles and 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

♪ Tells 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

- Ah, what a grand day.

Fresh and sweet as a newborn baby.

(humming)

Would you look at this now?

Sean, I'd like you meet your brother Seamus.

Seamus, this is your sister, Meg.

Meg, this is Sean.

- Grandpa, I know my own brothers.

- Well, I'd never guess it by looking at the three of you.

- What do you mean, grandpa?

- It's a gorgeous day.

You three should be outside playing together.

- [Group] Together?

- There's nothing we can play together, grandpa.

- Oh, so you've tried it then?

- No.

- Not really.

- Did you and Aunt Molly play together when you were young?

- Well, now, we did.

- Are you sure?

- Ah, well, you've caught me.

It's true, there was a time when Molly and I

didn't play together at all.

But then, one day, we were kind of forced into it.

It all happened one afternoon during the biggest rainstorm

ever to hit Ireland.

(thunder and rain)

Oh, it was a whale of a storm, that one was.

For me, it meant only one thing.

I could not go out to play.

- Ah.

(radio static)

- It's no good fretting about it, Piggley.

The radio's out and that's that.

(playful music)

- Don't you be going outside, little man.

- Oh, I wasn't going outside.

I was, um, just going to take a look.

It sounds to me like it might be letting up.

It's always a good idea to check these things.

(thunder crashing)

There ought to be a law against it raining on a Saturday.

- Oh, it will stop, eventually.

- Until then you'll just have to think

of something to do inside.

- You can play dress-up with me and Margaret.

- I don't think so.

- [Grandpa Piggley] So there I was, a prisoner

in me own house.

And without my dear friends Dannan and Ferny.

- [Meg] Oh, man, and you didn't even have a TV or CDs.

- [Sean] Or a video game.

- [Grandpa Piggley] No, I didn't.

It was just me and my imagination.

(sad music)

(grunting)

(dog barking)

- [Molly] Piggley?

- Um, I'm busy.

- [Grandpa Piggley] And then something happened

that changed the whole tone of the afternoon.

Father came in with the news that one of the fences

had been blown down in the storm.

- If we don't fix that fence,

the livestock are sure to get out.

- Jakers, we better get going then, dad.

- You have no need for your coat, little man.

You'll be staying inside.

- But you need help and I don't mind getting wet and muddy

and all that.

- Ah, but we've got a much more important job for you here.

- You do?

- Mhm, taking care of your sister.

With your father and me outside,

we'll need someone to be in charge in here.

- You mean, I'll be head of the house?

Master of the manor, king of the castle?

- Well, until we fix the fence you will be.

- Now, there will be no monkey business.

- Not a bit.

- And you'll take proper care of your sister, now won't you?

- Mhm, I'll treat her like she was a pirate's treasure.

You can count on me, mammy.

- [Grandpa Piggley] And so, with my mother and father off

to repair the fence, I was in charge of the house.

And Molly.

(dramatic music)

- Hey, pst, hey, flock.

Anybody notice anything, like water?

Of course you don't, nothing could get through

that thick wool of yours.

Me, I'm delicate, I notice things.

Like when I'm being rained on.

That's it, I'm off to find some place that's not so damp.

Hold my calls.

- You heard mom and dad, I'm in charge now.

And I'm going to run a very tight ship.

Toe the mark with me.

I'll be firm but fair, do you understand?

And me first executive order is, let's have fun!

(airplane humming)

Ah, no!

Whoa!

Oh, no, oh!

Oh no, oh no, I'm going into a tailspin.

(clock ticking)

Agh.

- What are we going to do now, Piggley?

What are we going to do now?

- Shh, I'm thinking.

- We can play house with Margaret.

- No, no, I just thought of something.

There's ferocious alligators all around us

and we've got to get by them.

Or else we'll be alligator stew.

As long as you don't touch the floor, you're safe.

Ah, he almost got me.

Haha, too fast for the likes of you.

Your turn, you see if you can get to the radio.

Without touching the floor!

- You said go to the radio.

- But you can't touch the floor.

That's the rules.

If you do, the alligators will get you.

- What alligators?

- Look out!

- Oh, I like him, he's nice.

- And he likes you for supper.

- Oh! - Look out!

- Oh! - There's another one!

Right behind you, he's biting your toes,

he's got you, Molly.

There's a whole river full of them, chasing you.

- Ahh!

(chuckling)

I don't like this game.

I want to play something else, please, Piggley, please!

- Okay, okay.

We'll play something else then.

Ha!

King me.

- Oh, you took me checkers.

- Come on, you've got to king me.

- Give them back.

- They're not yours, they're mine now.

- Piggley, give me back my checkers!

- No, I jumped you, now you have to king me.

- I want...

Mammy!

Mammy!

Mammy!

- You just wait till mom hears

you're being such a poor loser.

She won't be very happy with ya.

(thunder crashing)

- You took her checkers away from her?

- No, ma'am, I didn't take them.

I won them fair and square.

- And alligators were eating her?

- They weren't real alligators.

They were just pretend ones.

- And, and, he said I had to make him a king.

- We were playing checkers.

Tell her, Molly.

Well, we were.

- Molly, dear, why don't you hang your coat up to dry

in the bath, while I have a chat with Piggley.

- Yes, Mammy.

- Honest, ma'am, she lost the checkers.

- I know.

- I didn't pinch them.

- I know.

- I was playing with her, just like you told me to.

- I know.

But Piggley, you can't just b*at Molly at checkers.

- Sure I can, it's easy.

She's terrible.

- But just b*ating her isn't playing with her.

- You want me to lose?

On purpose?

- What I mean is, having a younger sister

is a wonderful thing, Piggley.

But it's also a big responsibility.

Who do you think she looks up to?

- I don't, I don't, oh, me?

- Indeed.

So you have to realize that your little sister

isn't as grown up as you are.

She needs someone to help her and take care of her

in a very special way.

And when I can't do it, it's up to you.

Do you understand, son?

- [Grandpa Piggley] The truth was, I didn't understand

a word me mother was saying.

But I knew she had to get back to fixing the fence

and that I would figure it out sometime.

So I said.

- Absolutely.

- Fine, then there be no more running out into the rain

for the rest of the day.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I'm all finished, mammy.

- Good girl.

Now Piggley is going to take care of you

for the rest of the day.

- Oh, okay.

I'm hungry.

- Come on then.

Hang onto yourself there while chef Piggley

makes you the best looking sandwich

you've ever sunk your teeth into.

So first, I put on a huge spoonful of jam.

- That's not how mammy does it.

She butters the bread first.

- Of course she does, that's the grown up way.

But this is a Piggley special, unlike any other sandwich

that's ever been made before.

Now, on top of the jam, I'm going to put cheese, two kinds.

- But mammy doesn't.

- Some tomatoes right from the garden, a pickle.

- But Piggley.

- Fresh cabbage leaves because I like a crunchy sandwich.

- But, but.

- And to finish it off, yellow mustard on the very top.

Now, what do you say to that.

- That's not how mammy does it!

- Of course not.

Like I told you, it's a Piggley special.

- I don't like the Piggley special sandwich.

I like mammy's sandwiches.

- Sure, you haven't even tried it.

- Mammy!

- All right, all right, fine then.

I'll make it mam's way.

(heavy rain)

- Look at this place, no wonder they call it a ruin.

It's ruined.

Uh oh, what's this?

Hello, my ticket to dryness.

(thunder crashes)

Hm, or not.

Pardon me, excuse me, coming through here, pardon.

Ahh.

(sniffs)

Uh, no offense, but someone here

has missed their appointment with the shower.

(kicking)

What did I say?

(slurping)

- Will you read me a story, Piggley, please?

- I just made you lunch.

- Mammy always reads me a story after lunch.

- Okay.

You don't want to hear this one again, do you?

- It's me favorite.

- In the land of pixies, there was a pretty pink palace

that sat on a cloud.

- You have to show the picture.

- And in the palace lived princess, ugh, Princy Plumme.

- That's her, that's the princess!

- Of course it is, she's the only one on the page.

- Princess Princy Plumme was the prettiest princess

in the Pink Pixie Palace.

She had pretty pink hair.

She had a pretty pink dress.

Even her pretty flying pony was,

Jakers, this isn't a real book.

- That's not the way it ends.

- Ah, Buck Bravo rides again.

Now this is a book.

- But I like Princess Princy Plumme.

- Oh, you'll like this better.

Listen, Buck Bravo was the bravest sheriff

in the wild west.

Wherever he went, people felt safer

knowing he was on the job.

- Where's the wild west?

- In America, it's where cowboys come from.

Whenever there was trouble, a call would go out

and Buck would ride to the rescue.

- To see the princess?

- There's no princesses in the wild west, Molly.

Buck saddled up his trusty horse, Dusty.

- [Molly] Can Dusty fly?

- Horses can't fly.

- Princess Princy Plumme's horse can fly.

- And they lived happy ever after, the end.

- [Grandpa Piggley] Molly and I still had to play together

for the rest of the day.

So I let her pick some of the games.

Then I built us an impressive fortress.

Strong enough to protect us

from any and all outside invaders.

But that didn't quite work out either.

(thunder crashes)

- Yuck, I've heard about caves.

They're dark and dirty and filled with bats.

But dry, very dry.

Hey, not bad, not bad.

(bats chirping)

Bahaha!

- After several failed attempts,

I finally succeeded in finding a way

to keep both my sister and myself amused.

Or so I thought.

(dog barking)

- And here's a magpie.

Cacaw, cacaw!

And what's that, it looks like.

- Ah!

- It's a beautiful swan.

You've got to stay inside.

- But I want to pet the swan.

- You can't pet it, Molly.

- Where's the swan, where is it?

- It's right here.

- You have the swan, you do.

- I don't, it's just me hands.

- I saw her.

- I do not have a swan.

- You have a swan, and you're not sharing.

Mammy!

- Oh, no you don't.

You're not running out into the rain to tell mam

that I'm not sharing a pretend bird with you.

(screaming)

Molly, I'm sorry.

Don't be sad.

We'll play tea party if you want to.

I'll bring Margaret.

I'll even read your book, Princess Princy Plumme.

(crying)

Come on, please.

- You are mean to me, Piggley.

And all I want to do is to see the swan.

- [Grandpa Piggley] Suddenly it dawned on me

what me mother had been trying to tell me earlier.

Molly, you really think I have a swan somewhere, don't you?

- I saw its shadow.

- [Grandpa Piggley] Molly was too young to understand things

the way I did.

And being her older brother,

it was my responsibility to help her.

- Molly, I made the shadow with me hands.

Would you like me to show you

how to make a swan shadow of your very own?

- Really, you could do that?

- If I don't, may me ears turn blue

and I eat nothing but Brussels sprouts

for the rest of me life.

- Teehee, okay, Piggley.

- [Grandpa Piggley] When I was teaching Molly

how to make shadow puppets, a surprising thing happened.

I started having fun myself.

Helping my little sister learn new things

gave me a really good feeling.

- She had pretty pink?

- Hair!

- She had a pretty pink?

- Dress!

- Even her pretty flying pony was?

- Pink!

- Ahem.

(whistling)

Jakers, how did you do that?

- King me, king me, king me!

- Oh, you're too good for me, Molly.

You're the champion of checkers, so you are.

♪ All the world is sad and rainy

♪ Everywhere I roam

♪ Let me hear ya

♪ Still longing for the old plantation

♪ And for the old bats at home

(bats chirping)

One more time!

♪ Way down upon the Swanee River

♪ Everybody

♪ Far, far away

♪ That's where my home is turning ever

♪ That's where the old folks stay

- And we jumped over the alligators,

and I won checkers, and I made a swan, look!

- Oh, very good, Molly.

- And now I can read my book all by myself.

If Piggley reads with me.

- I must say, Piggley, you certainly did a fine job

taking care of your little sister.

And I'm proud of you.

- It's all in understanding the youngsters.

They're very different, you know.

- Really?

- Oh, sure, it's a well-known fact.

- Oh, I see.

(grumbling)

Something wrong, Molly dear?

- That's not how Piggley does it.

- So you see, with a little ingenuity and understanding,

it's always possible to find something to do

that everyone will enjoy.

Now instead of sitting around playing by yourselves,

I bet if you put your minds to it,

you three can think of something to do together.

- I know, let's make popcorn.

- Popcorn would be great while I watch TV.

- And while I play Cosmic Renegade.

- And while I listen to music.

- [Group] I'm hungry.

- That wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

But I think, storytelling has made me a bit hungry meself.

Ah, Jakers, save some for me.

(instrumental music)