03x08 - Tale Spinner

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- Jakers!

- Jakers! It's

- Jakers! It's the

- Jakers! It's the
tales

- Jakers! It's the
tales of

- Jakers! It's the
tales of our

- Jakers! It's the
tales of our pal

- 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

♪ 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 of 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

[upbeat accordion music]

[Grandpa humming]

- Grandpa!

- Jakers, you
startled me, Meggie!

- Sorry.

But guess what happened

at school today?
[record scratches]

Everyone is my whole class has
to read The Raloo Rocketeers.

They couldn't believe
it when I told them

my very own Grandpa wrote it!

- Ah, The Raloo Rocketeers.

Oh, me first, and
still me favorite!

- Everyone else is going to see
what a great writer you are!

- Aw, why, thank you, Meg.

And next week at your
school's Variety Show,

everyone is going to see
what a great dancer you are.

I bet you've been
working like mad,

creating a wonderful dance
for that show, haven't ya?

- Nah, I haven't
really started yet.

Dancing is easy for me,

and I already kinda know
what I'm going to do.

- Oh, I see.

Well, it is nice to have a
natural gift like that, Meg.

Then again, there's always
room for improvement,

and that was a lesson I
had to learn the hard way.

- Didn't you always
have to learn

your lessons the
hard way, Grandpa?

[chuckles]

- I suppose I did.

But now this lesson came
from a very unusual source.

This lesson actually
came from a teacher.

- Lads!

[screams]

Have you heard the news?

Mr. Hornsby has
gone up to Dublin

to play his fiddle at a
big fair or something.

He's not here today!

- Jakers, that's great news!

Come on, lads, let's go home!

- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

Just because there's
no Mr. Hornsby

doesn't mean there's no school.

- Oh, but Dannan, you can't
have school without a teacher.

- Of course not.

That's why we'll probably
have a substitute teacher.

- I was thinking that as well.

[hissing]

[loud sputtering]

[chuckling]

- Hector.

- There's nothing more
fun than playing tricks

on a substitute teacher!

Let's go and see if he's here!

[playful orchestral music]

- [Piggley] Uh, I don't
see him here, Hector.

- Perfect!

Now I can go and
set up me trick.

[laughing]

- Are you sure
we're going to have

a substitute teacher
today, Dannan?

- Yes, Ferny, I'm sure.

- Me dad told me that one time
he had a substitute teacher,

and he and his friend pretended

to be each other
for the whole day!

[laughing]

- Now that's funny!

But I'll bet you and
Ferny are too chicken

to do something like that.

- That's it then, I'm Ferny!

- And I'm Piggley!

[door creaking]

- Good morning!

- [Both] Whoa!

- I'm Mr. McHoof.

I'll be your teacher
while Mr. Hornsby is away.

He's told me so much
about all of you,

I feel as though I
know you already.

[giggling]

- I can't wait until he
sits down on that chair!

[imitates sputtering]

- Of course, I could
use a little help,

what with this being my first
day here and everything.

You there.

What's your name, young man?

- Who?

Me?

- According to
the seating chart,

you should be Hector,
is that right?

- Yes, sir.

- Fine then, Hector, would
you come up here, please?

I've always found it
useful to have someone

in the class assist
me on the first day,

so why don't you go ahead
and take a seat there.

- Oh, I'd rather stand, sir.

[loud sputtering]

[students laughing]

Excuse me.

[Shirley laughing]

- Did you see that?

That is funny!

It goes [imitates sputtering].

You know, I'm going
to play tricks

like that on all
my sheep friends.

- So now, let's see
who else is here today.

You, you must be Dannan.

- That's right, sir.

- And you must be Piggley Winks.

- Uh, that's right!

I'm Piggley!

- Mr. Hornsby told
me to make sure

I keep a close eye on you.

- Oh, uh, he did?

- Oh, yes.

He went to school
with your father

when they were young,
isn't that right?

- Uh, he did?

I mean, uh, yes!

He did!

- I've forgotten what
Mr. Hornsby told me,

what is your
father's name again?

- Uh, Mr. Winks?

- I mean his first
name, Piggley.

- Uh, Mister?

I don't know!

I don't know, I tell ya!

I don't know!

He's not me father!

And I'm not Piggley!

Oh!

- Then maybe you want to take
your own seat now, Ferny.

- Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!

Right away, sir, I'm on me way.

- I tell you, Piggley, I
like a class that's creative.

- Huh?

[softly coughs]

- If you're all planning
to drop your pencils

at the same time, you
might want to rethink it.

- [Grandpa] It didn't take
a room full of geniuses

to figure out that Mr.
McHoof was a very wise man.

- All right then, class,
who here loves a good story?

Does anyone here have a
story about something funny,

or heroic, or
strange that happened

to someone in their family?

How about you, Dannan?

- What, what, what?

Uh, well, we, er, I suppose
I do have a story or two.

- Great!

I'd love to hear one.

- Well, me favorite story
is about me Aunt Gertie.

She has a chicken on her
farm who really loves pie.

One time the chicken
actually stole

a pie right off her windowsill!

And me Aunt Gertie spent
the whole afternoon chasing

that crazy bird
all over the place!

[students chuckling]

- That's quite a story, Dannan!

But tell me, what did
your Aunt Gertie look like

while she was
chasing that chicken?

- Oh, me Aunt Gertie has feet
the size of a small country,

and arms as long as
a month of Sundays!

So when she took off
after that chicken,

her feet were slappin' and
her arms were flappin'!

[students laughing]

- And how did she sound?

- Oh, her voice was like
fingernails on a chalkboard!

And she just kept yelling,

"Here, chick, chick, chick!

"Here, chicken,
chicken, chicken!

"Here, chicken!"

[all laughing]

[laughing]

Oh, that is a funny
story, isn't it?

- Yes, yes, it is!

And you made it even
funnier when you described

how your Aunt
looked and sounded!

Those kind of details really
make a story come alive!

Who else has a story
to share with us?

- [Grandpa] Ah, that Mr.
McHoof was good all right.

He soon had everyone in the
class eager to tell their tale!

- Uh, papa used to
be the blacksmith

for the fastest horses in--

- [Grandpa] Ferny
shared a story about

the day ten horses came into
his father's blacksmith shop!

Mr. McHoof guided his
description of the shop

until we could almost
smell the thick odor

of sweaty horses and dry hay!

Then Hector told a tale.

- There I was in
the apple orchard,

being att*cked by a
giant massive goat!

[students gasping]

- [Grandpa] We could see
its angry eyes blazing

and feel its hot
breath snorting.

Before we knew it, the
school day was over.

- I'm sorry, children,
that's all the time

we have for storytelling today.

[students groaning]

Your assignment for
the weekend is to write

a two-page story about
someone in your family.

We'll read them aloud on Monday.

That's it then, class dismissed!

- [Grandpa] That
weekend began with none

of us giving a second
thought to our homework.

But by Sunday afternoon,
thoughts of homework

and Monday morning
were beginning

to interfere with our game.

- Avast me hearties!

It's time to dig
for buried treasure!

[Dannan grunting]

- I'm afraid you'll have to dig
without me, Captain Piggley.

- Uh, what's wrong
with ya, swabby?

Do you want to walk the plank?

- No, I want to walk home and
get started on me homework.

- Jakers, Dannan!

You never start your
homework this early!

- I know.

But I want to give myself
plenty of extra time

to write a great
story for Mr. McHoof!

- Uh, but Dannan!

- Oh, well, I better
be going as well.

- Aw, no!

Don't go, Ferny!

You can write your story later!

It's easy!

- Oh, well, it's easy for you.

But writing a story
takes me a long time.

Wait for me, Dannan!

Wait!

- We'll see you in
the morning, Piggley!

[loudly sighs]

- Birney, Birney, Birney.

My wild Irish Sheep.

Look!

It's the first flower of
spring and it's only November!

It's a miracle!

Come on you sweet little Irish
sheet cover, have a smell!

For me?

Oh, [chuckling] you silly boy.

You shouldn't have.

I mean, they're just gorgeous.

[sniffing]

[sighing]

Wiley, get over here!

Just look what Birney
gave me and you didn't!

Here, smell.

Just wanted you to smell
what you did not get me!

[creaking]

- I don't think--
[loud splashing]

- You're a funny guy!

Who knew?

[melancholic orchestral music]

- Home so soon, son?

I thought you were out
with Dannan and Ferny.

- Nah, they went home
to start their homework.

- Why don't you go
and get started

on your homework as well?

- Uh, it's okay,
I can do it later.

It's easy!

Uh, can I help you
with anything, dad?

- Ah, no, thank you.

I--
[screaming]

Molly!

- Go on, get away!

Get away, get away!

- All right now, Molly, just
calm down and hold still.

It's only a dragonfly.

[buzzing]

- Ooh, he's pretty!

Can we keep him?

- [Mr. Winks] Well, I
imagine he already has

a home of his own, Molly.

- Goodbye, Mr. Dragonfly!

- You want me to go with you
to find some other bugs, Molly?

- I think it best
that you get started

on that homework, Piggley.

[sighing]

- Yes, dad.

[melancholic orchestral music]

- [Grandpa] Now, I
really did intend

to get started on my homework.

But there was so much to be
done before I could begin.

My new Buck Bravo
comic book had arrived

and needed to be read.

At one point, I
actually collected paper

and pencil and sat down
at me desk to write,

but I couldn't resist making
a paper airplane or two.

- [Mr. Winks]
Piggley, you coming?

[elegant orchestral music]

- [Grandpa] Early that
evening, after a fine dinner

to fill my belly, I was
finally ready to get to work.

[humming]

- Uh, let's me see now.

It was a cool autumn
day on Raloo Farm.

Uh, no, wait.

Um.

It was a cool,

crisp autumn day on Raloo Farm.

[chuckles]

Mr. McHoof will like that!

I had just come home from
playing with me friends.

Uh, no, no, no.

Mm-mm, uh, er, no.

From an afternoon

of high adventure

with me loyal pals,

uh, when suddenly,

me little sister
Molly began screaming

like a... banshee!

[chuckling]

I'll probably get an
A-plus on this assignment.

I ran over

to see what was wrong,

and there was a--

- [Mrs. Winks] Piggley!

I hope your homework
is finished, love!

Your favorite radio
show is coming on!

[gasping]

- Scary Monster Theater!

Uh, yes, mammy,
I'm almost done!

I still have a
whole page to fill.

Hmm.

And there was a dragonfly!

Me dad caught the dragonfly.

It was very, very,
very, very friendly.

- [Mr. Winks]
Piggley, you coming?

- Uh, yes, dad!

Molly was okay.

We let the dragonfly go.

Everyone was happy.

The end!

There, two pages.

[chuckling]

Coming, dad!

[elegant jazz music]

- Wiley!

A harvest moon!

What could be more romantic?

A harvest moon up close!

Wiley, you think of everything!

Ugh, there's something wrong.

I can't see anything.

Maybe it's the wrong eye.

[Wiley chuckling]

No, this isn't any good either.

Wiley, this
telescope is no good.

Wiley?

Wiley, where did you go?

Wiley.

Why is that raccoon
smiling at me like that?

- [Grandpa] Monday morning,
we arrived at school

to find everyone excited
about the homework assignment.

[students chattering]

- Let's settle down
and get right to it!

I hope you all enjoyed working
on your stories this weekend.

Piggley.
- Huh?

- I'd like you to start us off.

- Oh.

Uh, yes, sir.

[apprehensive orchestral music]

[softly coughs]

It was a cool, crisp
autumn day on Raloo Farm.

I had just come home
from an afternoon

of high adventure
with me loyal pals.

Suddenly, me little sister Molly

began screaming like a banshee!

I ran over to see what
was wrong, and there,

flying around me
sister's head, was...

Uh.

- Go on, Piggley.

It's quite nice so far.

- Uh, flying around me
sister's head was a, a dragon!

[students gasping]

Uh, that's right!

A real live
fire-breathing dragon.

- [Students] Ooh.

- He was as big as our house.

There he was, flying around
me sweet little sister's head!

[screaming]

Molly ran to the safety
of me dad's arms!

But the dragon kept
throwing his flaming breath

all over the yard!

So, with great
courage and bravery,

me dad ran to the
trough and scooped out

a bucket full of water!

With a mighty toss,
me dad threw the water

right into the dragon's
huge, gaping mouth!

But then he started to
wag his huge, scaly, tail,

uh, the dragon
that is not me dad,

and he rolled onto his back

like a big, happy,
young puppy dog!

The dragon wasn't
really mean after all,

he was just thirsty!

The end.

[students chattering]

[chuckling]

- Well, well, that
was excellent.

- Thank you, sir!

- I'll take your papers now.

- Um, me papers?

Uh, you know, that isn't
really the whole story there.

Uh, those are
just, uh, me notes.

You see, er, the dragon
ate me real homework

this morning right
before school!

- I see.

You know, Mr. Hornsby told me

that you have a lot
of talent, Piggley.

- He did?

- Oh, yes.

And I thought your story was
very imaginative and exciting.

- Uh, thank you!

Uh, does that mean
I'm going to get

an A-plus on the assignment?

- I'm afraid I'm going to have
to give you an F, Piggley.

- [Piggley] What?

- You see, you didn't
do the assignment.

- Uh, but, but I have talent?

- Yes.

You have been given a gift.

But it's up to you to
do something with it.

And that, young man, takes work.

Work that you did not do.

- But, but--

- You may take your seat now.

Who would like to go next?

[melancholic orchestral music]

- [Grandpa] Oh, I
brooded about that

for the rest of the day!

[playful orchestral music]

- It's not fair.

It's just not fair!

I have talent and all that!

He just doesn't
like me, that's all.

He's being mean
to me on purpose.

[Finnegan whinnies]

Sorry, Finnegan.

Oh, I don't really care anyway.

Mr. McHoof isn't a real teacher.

He's just a substitute teacher.

- [Grandpa] Ah, but I finally
had to face the truth.

And the truth was, I
hadn't worked very hard,

and deep inside, I knew
that I could do much better.

So, fortified with
some fresh new paper,

I got down to the serious
business of writing.

[chuckling]

- And you've been writing
ever since, right, Grandpa?

- That's right, Meg.

But I never took my
talent for granted again.

You see, even though I
had been given a gift,

it was really up to me
to make the most of it.

- So I guess you're saying
that I should get busy

and work on my dance for the
show next week, huh, Grandpa?

- I don't remember
saying that exactly,

but I do think
it's a grand idea.

So, why don't we both get busy?

[upbeat swing music]

I hope you're making the
most of your talents too!

[instrumental music]