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Right. Now we have to fix it on and lacquer it.

I'll get the lacquer, you get the hammer and nail.

You stole this from the woodwork room at school.

Mr. Alexander said we could borrow it.

Yeah, so give it back and nick off. Watch it. It's pretty strong.

Hey, Granger!

Oh, no. You're going to be so dead, Granger.

And you, Keogh. Nick off back to Flat Rock Primary.

How about I ram the lacquer down the idiot's throat?

Please don't.

Guess what? Flat Rock G6 classroom burnt down last night.

We're coming to Eden Beach Primary. For a whole week. We're going to see how

tough you and Keo really are.

Pour it on him.

Hey, look!

Come on!

What are you feral staring at?

Nothing. We're just minding our own business.

Do you think we could have our lacquer back, please?

You both want it rammed down your throat, do you?

And you idiot clog.

No, thanks. So shut up.

Come on.

Those Flat Rock Primary kids are mean.

Yeah, and they're going to keep Sam and Ryan off our backs for a whole week.

Yeah.

Oh, for goodness sake.

Can I help Constable Stubbs?

No, you cannot.

I don't mind missing school. Stay here.

Constable Stubb!

More illegal rubbish dumping, Mrs Oakley.

Well, you shouldn't have to do this.

No, but if I don't, who's going to?

Eden Beach's founder deserves better than this. My great -grandfather

much better than this. How long before the whole town's looking like the

camp?

Rhett's assured, Mrs Oakley, while the Flat Rock Primary students are at Eden

Beach Primary, they will be following our rules.

I certainly hope so.

It's just another invasion our school doesn't need.

Now, darling, I don't need to tell you to stay away from the Flat Rock Primary

children, do I? They're not to be trusted.

Yes, Mum.

Mum told me exactly the same thing as Mrs Oakley, and she said they probably

burned down their own classroom.

Hmm. Yes, your mother and I did discuss that possibility.

For the benefit of the Flat Rock Primary students, I've spoken to your Mr

Mayfield, and it seems that we're all at exactly the same point in the syllabus.

So on that basis, you shouldn't have any problems with the test that I'm

setting.

So, if you could all open your books to page... Key.

Tell me, does Mr Mayfield mind you chattering away while he's talking?

No, Mrs Church.

Oh. As a matter of fact, I've been warned about your chattering.

They're going to kill us.

You can tell Mrs Church.

And he told me you've already had detentions for it. They'll kill us for

dobbing, idiot.

So you won't be surprised when I give you one. Yes, Mrs Church.

Or anyone else, for that matter.

I reckon we've got one chance.

You've got to be joking. Yeah, why should we help you? It's Flat Rock

Eden Beach. It's been going on for years.

You're Eden Beach kids, so you have to help us. Hang on. You always say we

belong here. Yeah, and now we do?

Make up your mind, will you? Yeah. Fight your own battle, you weakie.

Come on!

Fighting!

You'll be sorry!

Go get them, boys!

Shut up. Why?

We should be helping the Flat Rock kids. It's none of our business.

We've got the boat to finish.

Now go ask Mr. Alexander if we can borrow some more wood lacquer.

Hi, Carly. I'm Pam. You guys don't know how lucky you are.

Eden Beach Primary is a real school, and Mrs Church is a real teacher.

What happens at Flat Rock Primary?

Mr Mayfield can't control the boys, so no -one learns anything.

We're way behind you guys, and I have no idea what tomorrow's test is about.

Don't get sucked in by her pathetic drivel, Abby.

Maybe I can give you some extra help. What time do you have to be home this

afternoon?

It's them versus us. I'm on your side.

I'll slow them down. You nip off on your bikes. If you're mucking us around,

fine. Have it your way then. I won't help you.

Okay, we'll go that way to the bikes. You tell them we went that way. Okay,

Thanks. We won't forget this.

I bet you.

Which way does that go?

Ryan and Sam, that way. You're lying.

Would I lie?

Would I lie?

What's wrong?

Come on, let's run.

What's going on?

I'm stuck to my seat. Me too.

Not fair. Someone gummed up our both chains.

Remember the lacquer you guys pinched from us? Well, there's plenty more where

that came from.

Thank you, Spike. I'll take that. You asked me if you could borrow some more

lacquer for your boat.

I don't see any boat.

You're on detention.

You're a loser.

You're an idiot. It's only a detention, and it was worth seeing Ryan and Sam

stuck to their bikes.

It was none of our business.

Mr. Alexander took the lacquer back. What are we going to use now? Who cares?

got Ryan and Sam back.

I should have stayed around to see the thumping.

What are we going to do to them?

Beat them up, I suppose.

Yeah, but it's not going to be as much fun because the ferals caught them for

it. Yeah, typical ferals.

Ruining other people's fun.

Right? Right.

Yeah, they're always sticking their noses in and they're hard to get for it

because they're really clever and they're a challenge, right?

Right. We're no challenge. We're idiots.

We got glued to our own black seats. What do you reckon, Gordon?

I reckon he's trying to talk himself out of getting beaten up.

Oh, we always thought black rock kids were tough and enjoyed a challenge.

Must have been wrong. Okay.

We'll get the ferals. You will?

Yeah. And the ferals deserve to be got, don't they? Because they're not like us,

are they? No, they're not like us. And after we've got them, we'll finish

getting you.

Let's go.

But I told you I was thinking of having a pizza party tonight.

It's okay, Brooke. You can have your pizza party. I just won't be there.

Me either.

It's funny about that.

Oh, what's funny about me not inviting a feral?

Kylie's got a lot of work to do for the test. She rang a mum. She's allowed to

have dinner at Gran's place, providing we drive her home later.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Feral, flat -roll primary kid.

What's the difference?

What's her problem?

Her only problem is she's Brooke.

Maybe Dad's got something we could use instead of lacquer.

What's going on? Grazer and Keogh reckon barrels are a challenge. We reckon

getting you will be a cinch.

Idiot! See what you've gone and done?

Uh -oh.

Spike?

You haven't forgotten your detention, have you?

Uh, me, sir?

No, sir.

I'm on my way right now.

Well, uh, I've got homework to do.

Come on, snobs.

Oh, when you're finished, boy.

Hey! There he

is. What about him?

We just have to stay out of his sight.

Why? Because we're really going to get Spike.

Thanks, Mr. Chair. That was really great attention.

See you tomorrow.

Bye, Spike.

So, are the Flat Rock Primary Boys everything they say?

Everything and 12 times worse.

Okay.

Good. There's no lack of shine. All right. Who wants to do the next one?

Um... What's the problem?

They eat chicken.

You pinched my hanky.

Who'd want that snotty thing? I was wiping my fingers on it back at school.

There's lacquer on it. If I left it back there, then you could be in trouble.

Does it have your name on it? I don't think so. Then you're all right. Could

anyone's hanky. Could still be in trouble.

Ow, ow.

Snops. What?

He's Marion's dog.

He's cleverer than Marion and Spike put together.

Like you weed on your bags.

Marion didn't tell him to do that. He's got a brain and a nose. He can sniff out

anything. He could prove the hanky was yours just by your scent.

Maybe you won't see it.

Okay, genius, what do I do now?

It wasn't our idea to lack of the locks. You helped. If we get into trouble, so

do you.

Hang on, I got an idea.

Dinner will be ready in 45 minutes.

Thanks, Gran. Okay.

Move the decimal point that way, and what number have you got?

88 .39.

Perfect. Abby, someone to interrupt you briefly.

Hi. What happened to the paper party?

Oh, I couldn't be bothered. I decided I'd much rather watch you coach a dummy.

It's raining visitors.

Hello, darling. Oh, hello, Mrs Oakley. How lovely to see you again.

Hello, Brooke.

This is Kylie.

Abby's a new friend.

Hello, Kylie.

I wasn't aware we had a new girl starting in year six.

I've just popped in to talk to your grandmother.

What are we going to do about the memorial park and great -grandfather's

It's an insult to the family.

I spoke to the council today. They said they don't have the stuff. Well, I'm

thinking of going down and cleaning up the park and the statue. Mum, you can't.

You're the granddaughter -in -law of Eden Beach's founder, not a labourer.

Kylie, is this the Flat Rock workbook?

Yes, Mrs Oakley.

Abby, what did I suggest to you this morning?

Flat Rock Primaries hates behind us in maths, and there's a test tomorrow.

I'm helping Kylie. And after Abby has helped Kylie, we're having dinner, and

then I am driving Kylie home.

Well, that might have been the plan.

Abby?

Darling, I know you'll call me unreasonable. You are!

Flat Rock Primary is a hopeless school. It's not Kylie's fault she has to go

there. And it's not yours.

But why won't you let me help her? What's wrong with her?

Darling, I don't judge people. You are judging them because you don't want them

here.

Give me one good reason why.

Abby, the cornerstone of community is common interest.

Look at Brooke and her parents.

All your friends and their parents.

What do we all have in common?

Everything. That's why we get on so well.

What else do we have in common with flap rocks? Tell me. Just say it.

You don't want them here because they're different.

Just like the ferals.

Of all your grandmother's qualities, you had to inherit her stubborn

-mindedness.

I honestly don't understand genetics.

No, you certainly cannot.

I don't mind missing school.

What, and end up like someone from Flat Rock?

Who do you reckon the statue's of?

Tonight, it's going to look better without its head.

This lock was stuck, and I couldn't forget what the smell was when I first

picked that up.

Woodlacker. There's no name on it, we've looked.

But there is a likely candidate. One of the feral boys, Spike.

I gave him a detention yesterday for vandalising other students' property

wood lacquer.

And we found it in his locker this morning.

Speak of the devil.

OK, let's go.

So, Mr Alexander gave you a detention yesterday for vandalising students'

property with wood lacquer. Yeah, but that was just a joke.

Vandalism's a joke, I think not. Is this your handkerchief? No, I don't even use

hankies.

See, that's my hanky.

Sir, I haven't touched any wood lacquer since you confiscated it from me

yesterday. Why was this in your locker?

The judge found it this morning.

What? I didn't put it in there.

Hustle, I can prove that handkerchief isn't spice and...

Prove whose it is. How, Marion?

Well, Snob's going to do the proving. You know what a good nose he's got. Yes,

do. Can I have the hanky, please, sir?

Scent it, boy.

Good boy. Find the scent, Snob.

Scent it, boy.

Good boy. Find the scent, Snob.

Find the scent, Snob.

I'm only surprised the ferals and the flat rock children weren't in it

Oh,

what

do you stink of?

How much longer do we have to wait, Marion?

Sorry, Constable.

Maybe I can't prove it's not Spike's handkerchief.

Yet. Spike?

You're suspended from school until further notice.

And I'll be talking to your parents about the possibility of charges being

Oh, but... Told you the stink of our dad's aftershave would confuse

snobs.

Glad I don't have your dad.

He stinks something shocking.

How do you use my mom's perfume? My dad's away. He took his aftershave with

Okay, we've got to spark a real booty. Do you reckon we need to get married?

What?

You're scared of getting caught.

No, no, I mean, well, you know, I reckon the locks are pretty serious stuff.

Granger's chicken, Keith.

So is Keogh, Gordon. We're not chicken.

Yeah, well, we'll find out, won't we? Because we're not going to worry about

getting Marion.

Yeah, the fowls are a real pushover.

You know that statue in the park down the road? What about it? We reckon we've

got enough fireworks to blow its head off.

Carry them everywhere.

You never know when they'll come in handy.

So are you going to help?

Or are you chicken?

I brought you a volunteer helper, Mrs. Woolston.

Now you've got free time, you're not going to waste it. I'll go and talk to

parents.

Can you work one of these?

Sorry about last night. My mother can be so embarrassing.

It's okay. Flat rock kids get used to it. Guess what? Spike got suspended for

lacquering the school's door shut. I know, and he didn't do it.

We didn't get finished last night, but do you think we did enough? No, not

really, but I'll just have to do my best.

Mrs. Gertz, don't forget your thing.

Thank you, Kylie. I haven't.

Look, I'll sit beside you in the test.

If you don't understand something, I can try to help you. Would that be called

cheating, Abby?

I'm not going to give her the answers, Brooke. Just help her out.

It's not Kylie's fault she goes to a terrible school or that my mother's

unreasonable.

You're too pathetic. Listen. You listen.

You got Spike in serious trouble. We know.

It wasn't our idea. The Flat Rock kids are mad.

They've got fireworks in their bags. They're going to blow up the head of

great -grandfather's statue.

You teamed up with them. It's your problem.

We didn't know they were this mad. We can't stop them.

We're asking for your help.

Again.

Okay.

On one condition.

You tell Mr. Alexander Spike didn't lack of the door shut. And who did?

We'll be in huge trouble. Less trouble if you own up and heaps more trouble if

you wreck the statue.

Okay. Deal. And don't you tell anyone I helped you.

Otherwise you are so gone.

Anyway, he comes to me and goes, Connie, help me. Why don't you stick up for me?

And I said, get yourself.

Snob, remember the time you dropped Spike's school bag down the toilet?

Everyone to your seats, quickly for the test, please.

We're nicking down the park at lunchtime.

We'll let you two light the fireworks.

Did you own up to Mr Alexander?

He was in a meeting.

He said to come back at lunchtime. We're going down to the park at lunchtime.

You know what the deal was?

Got to get to the fireworks first and hide them or something.

I'm not helping till you've talked to Mr. Alexander.

We promised to go to him straight after.

Fair enough. Meet you at the bags.

Someone's pinched our bags.

Huh? You two did.

You wet your pants about the statue, so you need our bags.

No way. We're in the classroom with you. We didn't. How could we? Who else would

take it?

Put them there. Yeah, sorry, sir.

We'll get them out of your way.

Gee, sir, someone must have put them in there.

So you are aware that fireworks are strictly banned from school property and

that they are illegal in this state without a license?

Um, no, sir. We didn't know.

Ignorance is no excuse. I will be reporting this to the police.

And you won't be returning to this school again.

Sir,

I think Ryan and Sam have got something to tell you about the locks being

lacquered.

Possible, Brooke.

Abby, a little disappointing.

Quite good, Carla.

And Kylie.

Well done. Full marks. A real surprise from our visitors.

You've done Flat Rock proud.

All right, everyone. Pack up.

Maybe I should have asked you to help me. It was just luck.

Luck. Luck in a million years.

Brooke, don't be a sore loser.

Leopards don't change their spots, Abby. It just doesn't happen.

You're as bad as my mother. No one can ever be better than us. Even in a lousy

maths test.

Clumsy me.

I can manage. No, no, no. Let me. It was my fault.

Aha!

She had the answers to the test all along.

Such a sucker for this imaginary perfect world, Abby.

Why did you have to cheat?

Everyone thinks that flat rock kids are dumb.

Even you.

I just wanted to prove we weren't.

one thing for school vandalism gets old George back into shape. And a whole

week's worth of detention for Sam and Ryan and indefinite suspension for the

Flat Rock kids.

And it wouldn't want to be their parents when they get the bill for replacing

the lock.

You're so dead, Dobby.

Okay, get us to Dobby, but we didn't put your bags outside Mr.

Alexander's office.

Of course you did. Who else could have?

Statue. Oh, no.

Oh, that's disgusting.

Man, I'm going to have to clean it off. Oh, you filthy mongrel.