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[INTRO MUSIC]
Hey!
Under the willows and down
by the river,
Come join our friends, Every one, having fun,
every day...
Hey!
[CAR HORN]
- Action!
Hey!
Drifting in rowing boats down on the river,
Feel the whispering wind, Every one, having fun,
every day...
[CAMERA FLASH]
[MUSIC] [BIRDS TWEETING]
- What a glorious day
for a picnic on the lawn.
- Talking of picnics,
where is Toad with the hamper?
I say, Toad?
- Did somebody call?
Aah.
All this relaxing is thirsty work.
That's not lemonade!
- It's still in the hamper, Toad
Well, whose job was it to bring the hamper into the garden?
- Yours!
- But now listen here.
I'm quite sure that...
All right, I'm going.
- This apple is delicious.
Want a bite, Smudge?
- Cor! Yes, please. Chief.
- Here.
- Over here, Smudge!
Oh, it is juicy.
- Give me a bit.
- Yeah.
[TINKER LAUGHING]
Got it. Got it!
[CRASH]
- Oh, my foot.
[TINKER GASPS]
- Oh, no.
- Yikes!
- Come on, let's go.
- Hold on a minute, Chief.
- Oh.
- Where did you come from?
- My foot. Ow!
- That'll teach you to barge into a fellow's garden.
- Um. Is your foot all right, Smudge?
- Ow! It hurts!
- Does it?
- Ow. Ow!
- So it does.
Best let him sit down for a moment.
[MOLE: That's it, there you go.]
- I say, that's my chair.
- Toad, he's had a shock.
Would you like some lemonade?
- Oh, yeah. That's better.
- Yeah.
- Ooh, ooh, and are those ginger biscuits?
- They certainly are, Smudge.
- Now, hang on a moment.
- Let the weasel have a biscuit, Toad.
We've got plenty.
- Hmm.
[CHIEF LAUGHS]
- Look at old, Smudge.
- Maybe it's time we, ahem,
join the party, Chief?
- Right behind you, Tinker.
- There you are, Smudge.
- We've been worried sick!
[TINKER GASPS]
Who did this to you?
- Toad did.
- No!
- But my foot's feeling better now.
- No, it's not.
You're in agony.
- Am I?
Oh, right.
Yeah. Yeah. Agony.
Ow, ow.
- How could you Toad?
- It was an accident!
- You can't leave our Smudge out here like this.
- Perhaps he should go inside.
Just for a little while.
- Ha!
Inside? But, but...
I think that's a very good idea.
- Come on, up you get.
There you go mate.
- But, I'm all right, Chief.
- Play along, Smudge.
Let's live it up a little.
[MUSIC]
[FIRE ROARS]
- Take a seat.
Is that better?
- A bit better.
[CHIEF: Hmm, hmm!]
- I mean, it's worse.
Ow, ow!
[MUSIC]
- How lucky you are
to live in a place like this, Toad.
- Lovely ornaments.
- Aaah.
- I say, put that down!
- Ow! Ow!
That really hurt!
- You've done it again.
Right on my tootsies.
- And mine.
- Oh Toad, not again.
- I did no such thing!
- Here you go, come on.
- We've had a terrible shock.
- I think we need a sit down
and one of them biscuits.
- Coming right up. [CHEF MOANS]
- Have you got a blanket?
- How about some music?
- Oh yeah, good one.
[MUSIC PLAYS]
- Much obliged.
- Now listen here.
How long are you weasels going to sit there
scoffing my biscuits?
We were about to have a picnic.
[ALL WEASELS: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow.]
- We can't go anywhere
until our feet are better.
- And how long will that take?
- Well, now, I'd say at least until
tomorrow?
- Tomorrow? Tomorrow!
But this won't do.
- Ow.
- I'm sorry, but you'll have to go.
- You can't make them leave, Toa
Not while they hurt.
Doh!
- Aren't the Toad family famous for their compassion?
- Are we?
- Remember your great Aunt, Florence Toadingale,
the legendary river bank nurse?
- Oh, yes.
You're right!
Great Aunt Florence set aside her differences
to help all who needed it.
Be they woodpecker or weasel.
Fear not, my friends.
I shall nurse you to health again.
For as long as it takes,
my home is your home.
Yes!
Uh, I mean, ow.
- Within reason, obviously.
- That's the spirit, Toad.
We can all help.
- No need, dear boy.
I alone injured these poor creatures
and I alone shall heal them.
- Suit yourself, Toad.
Mole, Hedge,
let's get back to that picnic.
[LAUGHTER]
- Yeah, this is a bit of all right!
- A night of luxury, here we com
Where's that Toad?
I'm hungry.
- Toad.
[SMUDGE LAUGHS]
Oh, Toad.
- You rang?
- What on earth?
- Do you like it?
It was Florence Toadingale's
original nurse's gown.
Suits me, don't you think?
[WEASELS LAUGH]
- How about some dinner?
- I think I'll have sausages and mash
with extra sausages.
- And trifle for pudding.
- And a spot of cheese, yeah.
- Oh, I can do better than that.
[QUIRKY MUSIC]
- What you got?
- Lucky for you,
I've got Florence Toadingale's very own nursing guide.
I found it in the pocket of her gown.
Full of top tips.
It includes her four steps
for curing anything.
- Anything?
Yes, even sore feet.
�Step one.
'Begin treatment with a warming bowl
of nettle gruel'.
[CIEF GROANS]
- I think I've lost me appetite.
- Do we have to eat this?
- You do if you want to see
what's next.
- I hope it's trifle.
- Slurp up.
[SLURPING]
- Well, that was disgusting.
- I think you'll like this.
�Step two.
A song can lift the spirits and help the gruel go down'.
[ALL WEASELS: What?]
- Lie back and let my harmonies
soothe those aching feet of yours.
[COUGHS]
For I do wander this lonely road.
Just me a poor, [TOAD SINGING]
little, humble toad. [WEASELS MOANING]
And higther and thither where a stream
once flowed.
And the lawn
where once my mower once mowed....
- Stop!
Stop! Make it stop!
- Do you like it?
I wrote it myself.
- You don't say.
- Is that the time?
I think we'll turn it for the night.
- Good idea. Night, Toad.
- But, my dear, weasels.
Sleeping is step four.
- So, what's step three?
I'm so glad you asked.
Bed bath time!
- You, you've done it.
- All better now.
Come on.
Quick, quick, wait, quick.
- Toad, we're cured.
- Goodness me.
Who packed this picnic?
- But, but
your poor feet!
- Good as new. See?
Quickly. Quick, clear off.
Come on, hurry up.
- Gosh!
Looks like you did it, Toad.
- Florence Toadingale would be very proud.
- Oh, a chip off the old block, aren't I?
Although why the weasels didn't want a bed bath
is beyond me.
- Gosh.
Nursing is thirsty work.
Anymore of that lemonade?
- Coming, Toad.
Ow!
- Oh, dear. Hedge.
What have you done?
I'm a nurse.
Let me look at that for you.
- Erm.
[MUSIC]
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