Original subtitles

♪ Hey, what you doing?

♪ Everybody's moving

♪ It's time for Little Lunch

♪ It's time for running, swinging, sliding

♪ It's time to bounce and seek and hide

♪ It's time for shouting, laughing, climbing

♪ It's time to skip those feet and start that rhyme

♪ Before your class goes back

♪ Well, you got to eat your snack

♪ Take off the plastic wrap

♪ And do a little hand clap

♪ Hey, what you doing?

♪ Everybody's moving

♪ Hey, what you doing?

♪ It's time for Little Lunch! ♪ Whoo!

Last Tuesday I hurt my hand.

Actually, I didn't hurt my hand - someone else did,

someone called Rory.

Rory has some... behavioural issues.

Meaning that he can't ever behave.

He doesn't do his homework, he eats lollies in class.

He always swears at the girls.

Hey!

Which would be really bad except sometimes

Rory thinks he knows a lot more swear words than he really does.

Hey!

Minkle!

I don't know what he thinks he's saying when he says 'minkle',

but it's meant to be rude.

Really rude.

When actually 'minkle' doesn't sound RUDE -

it sounds like something you'd call your cat.

I would never call my cat 'Minkle'.

It's cute. It's a swear word.

A made-up swear word.

Still, I would always feel like I was being mean to my cat.

Anyway, Rory's worst behavioural issue is that he bites.

People.

Rory bit me on the hand.

I didn't mean to bite Melanie on the hand.

I meant to bite her on the elbow, but she moved her arm,

and all of a sudden her hand was in my mouth,

so I bit that instead.

Rory's not fussy about where he bites.

He'll bite anything.

Once he even bit someone on the bum.

He got in big trouble for that because it was Mrs Goncha's bum.

Debra-Jo! Oh. Oh. Yeah.

Rory!

My dad says Rory bites

because he hasn't learnt to control his impulses.

My dad says we all have impulses, but we to learn to control them.

Like, if I have the impulse to do a fluffy at the dinner table,

I need to learn to control it.

But I haven't learnt how to do that yet.

The only people who actually can't control their biting are vampires,

and vampires are made-up.

Rory's real.

Rory bit me on the hand!

What do you say to Melanie?

I didn't mean to.

What else do you say to Melanie?

'Sorry.' That's what I meant.

I'm going.

He had to go and sit in the principal's office.

Rory's always sitting in the principal's office.

Rory has a special behavioural-modification

management plan.

Which mainly involves sitting in the principal's office.

He even has his own special chair in the corner

with a sign that says, 'Rory's Spot.'

Minkle.

Rory had to go to Rory's Spot,

and I had to go to sick bay to put cream and a bandage on my hand.

And then I started to feel really bad.

I feel sick. 'Cause of your hand?

No, because this room smells like old vomit.

Oh, don't be silly, Melanie - that is just your imagination.

My imagination can't smell.

This is a very clean room. Look, I can take a big deep breath in.

Are you alright, Mrs Goncha? Just... need to...

..order some more... bandages.

And do the find...

If Mrs Goncha really wants to punish Rory,

she should put Rory's Spot in sick bay.

It's funny that Rory's always siting on that chair,

because Rory is the worst in the whole class

at sitting still on a chair.

Mrs Goncha's always saying,

'Oh, Rory, have you got ants in your pants... again?'

Because once he really did,

after he stuck Battie's Lamington in his shorts.

Rory offered to give my Lamington back,

but I didn't want it after that.

I wasn't so worried about the ants - more Rory's shorts.

Mrs Goncha said Rory had to have a long, good, hard think

about what he did.

Good... hard... think.

Good hard think. Good hard think. Good hard think. Good hard think.

Good hard think. Good hard think. Good hard think.

Good hard think.

I wish it was alright to bite someone's fingers.

My dog Raffy bites all the time when he's playing.

But my mum says, 'Your not a dog, Rory.'

And I say, 'Really? Let's look at the facts.

I like biting when I'm playing. I can catch a frisbee in my mouth.

And I like eating with no hands.'

I don't think she's playing attention.

The only time I've ever been to the principal's office

is to collect a principal's award.

Like, three times. Eight times.

Once for the maths competition, then for my go-green campaign,

then for the read-a-thon, then...

Yep, I believe you. Eight times.

It's a very special office.

Why?

It has nice pictures and maps,

and lots and lots of pens and pads and sticky notes.

Sometimes I think Rory's lucky to have his own special spot there.

It's really boring. There's nothing to do.

I have to sit in this chair all day and the principal always goes,

'Rory, back on the chair!'

She wasn't there today -

she was at this professional development thing.

I kind of missed her.

I even started saying, 'Rory, back on the chair' to myself,

so I wouldn't feel so lonely.

Rory, back on the chair.

My dad says he's not sure

that the school's behavioural-modification

management plan for Rory was working.

My dad says when he was a kid,

a behavioural-modification management plan

was called a strap.

Mrs Goncha always sends me to the principal's office

because knows it's worst thing not being around the other kids.

I didn't want to make Melanie cry -

I just wanted to bite her juicy little fingers.

But I wish I hadn't done it, because now it was little lunch.

The thing is Rory honestly never means to be naughty -

he just can't help it, and...

And even though Rory's really annoying and disgusting and gross,

we felt sorry for Rory sitting in Rory's Spot at little lunch.

So, I decided we should write him a note.

I think we should write him a note. Are you serious?!

Writing him a note will only encourage him to keep being naughty.

But we could probably... And we'll get in trouble too.

But maybe we could... We should not write Rory a note.

Anyway, the important part is that we ended up writing Rory a note.

I wanted it to land all the way over in Rory's Spot,

so I thought we should wrap the paper around

a big chunk of apple, so it'd make the distance.

Read the note!

The note said... I'll say what the note said.

You didn't write the note - I wrote the note.

I wrote it with you. She corrected my spelling.

His spelling was terrible. Like Rory would know.

The note said, 'Dear Rory...'

'We're sorry you have impulse-control issues.

We hope your behavioural-modification

management plan is helping you, even though it doesn't seem to be.

Hope it's OK in the... big house.'

But then I made him cross out 'the big house'

because no-one knew what that meant.

It means 'jail'.

Still nothing. I was being funny

because I was saying the principal's office was like jail.

Then why didn't you just say 'jail'?

So, I wrote 'hope it's OK in the principal's office',

which does not sound cool at all.

'We miss you out here.'

I was so excited when I saw 'em all together there at the window.

Even Melanie was there, and she was waving.

Atticus said she was just holding up her sore hand,

but I'm pretty sure she was waving.

For the whole rest of little lunch, it was really fun,

because we were all writing messages and drawing pictures,

and chucking them into the principal's office

on little bits of paper.

I like chucking stuff into the principal's office.

I wrote him a joke. 'What do whales like to eat for dinner?'

'They like to eat fish'n'ships.'

That's a really funny joke,

because a whale could really eat a whole ship.

And whales do eat fish.

And it sounds like 'fish'n'chips'.

The joke wasn't that funny, but he'd been locked up by himself

for a long time.

He would've thought that Maths was funny.

I decided to write an acrostic poem about Rory.

I wrote 'R-O-R-Y' down the page.

I don't know why I decided to do that, because I hate acrostic poems.

Mrs Goncha is always getting us to write acrostic poems

about everything, and I can never think of good words.

But I used up my paper with writing 'R-O-R-Y' on it,

so I was stuck with that stupid acrostic poem.

I had to think of some words to describe Rory.

'Rabbit. Orange. Red. Yak.'

Hey! It spells 'Rory'!

I drew a beautiful girl from the future

flying in space in a rocket.

It was a really good picture.

What's that?

It's a girl from the future in space.

Why are you making her boobies so big?

I'm not! Yes, you are. Look.

They're not boobies - they're her space controls.

They look like big boobies.

Anyway, Rory really liked my picture.

Boobies.

I really like logic puzzles,

so I decided to give Rory a riddle to solve to help pass the time.

What can travel the world but always stays in the corner?

There's no answer.

No, you have to work it out.

Why? It's a puzzle.

I forgot that it was me who liked logic puzzles - not Rory.

Rory hates logic puzzles. So I just told him the answer.

It's a stamp.

It can travel the world but always stays in the corner.

It stays on the corner of an envelope and can go to other countries.

Atticus really needs to work on his riddles.

It wasn't nearly as good as the fish'n'ships joke.

It also wasn't as good as the last note I unwrapped,

because that had a half-bagel inside it.

'Dear Rory. Hope you like bagels.

I will see you later, alligator.'

And also because it was from Melanie.

I knew Rory would be hungry, and also

I still felt a bit funny in the tummy after being in the sick bay,

so I couldn't finish my little lunch.

I was super-happy Melanie threw me her bagel,

even after I bit her juicy little fingers.

Here's what happened.

Rory bit me. Then I cried. Then he said sorry.

Then Mrs Goncha got mad at him and sent him to sit in Rory's Spot.

The end.

Except not the end, because then... I threw him my bagel.

Bye, Rory! See ya!

See ya! Bye!

Bye! See ya!

But they all went back to class

and I was all alone in Rory's Spot again.

But not once did I say to myself, 'Rory, back on the chair.'

But the principal came back from the professional development thing,

and she did.

Rory! Back on the chair.

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Hey, what you doing?

♪ Everybody's moving

♪ Hey, what you doing?

♪ Little lunch ♪ Whoo! ♪

If we have a dress-up day, Battie always dresses up as Stretcho.

Which is a superhero he made up - not an actual superhero.

Aren't all superheroes made up?

No matter what the dress-up day, Battie always dresses up as Stretcho.

Even if it's Dress-Up-as-Your- Favourite-Character-From-a-Book Day,

he comes as Stretcho.

There was never a book about Stretcho.

What do you call Stretcho And The Erkman Alien Invasion?

I call it a short story... that you wrote!

I got 19 out of 20.

Mrs Goncha said I only lost a mark

because it didn't need to be 77 pages,

and that I must remember to keep the descriptions of the aliens

entertaining.

But it's called 'Book Week' - not 'Short-Story-I-Wrote-Myself Week'.

You're just jealous that Stretcho has a really cool costume.

As if!

Did you really make it yourself?

With my pop.

Stretcho is elastic,

so my pop help me make him an actual stretchy arm

that actually stretches.

My pop is really clever.

If my pop could make stretchy arms,

I would get him to make me lots of costumes -

I wouldn't juts be Stretcho all the time.

Battie doesn't wanna be anyone else. He wants to be Stretcho.

Yeah. So, the other day

when it was Dress-Up-As-What-You- Wanna-Be-When-You-Grow-Up Day,

Battie came as Stretcho.

I'm just saying, it's not possible to be Stretcho when you grow up.

How do you know that? Because Stretcho is a fictional character.

He's made-up!

Doesn't Mrs Goncha say that if we work hard

we can be whatever we want to be when we grow up?

She means, like, a chemist or a pilot.

Or Stretcho.

I know I can't actually BE Stretcho when I grow up,

but I can be like Stretcho.

I can do jobs where I have to be strong and brave and smart.

And not scared of little things.

Anyway, I think Battie's more likely to be Stretcho when he grows up

than Rory's likely to be a scientist.

Rory doesn't wanna be a scientist -

he just forgot to dress up as anything,

so he borrowed the lollipop man's coat

and put saliva in his hair.

Ah-ha! Evil scientist,

it falls upon me to defend the city from your apocalyptic intentions.

I did not understand a word he said.

If I invented a superhero,

I would choose one that didn't use such big words.

Enjoying the biscuits? Enjoyed?

They were delicious. They were mine.

I forgot my little lunch.

Don't even think about it.

I'll ask you again. Will you relinquish the sonic death ray?

And I'll answer you again.

I don't know what you're talking about. Do you wanna chase me or not?

Battie's a bit weird when he dresses up as Stretcho.

He's not like Battie.

I feel different when I dress up as Stretcho. I feel brave.

And I never feel that brave. Ever.

Someone's in trouble. This could be catastrophic.

Yeah, pretty sure that's not a real word.

Stop, little waitress.

The evil scientist has contaminated this water

with radioactive filtration.

I'm not a waitress! I was a vet.

Vet's don't wear aprons.

Try telling that to my mum.

She says, 'No, Melanie,

we can't get surgical scrubs on the way to school.

This is what happens when you tell me on the morning of Dress-Up Day,

it's Dress-Up Day.

You'll just have to wear an apron.'

Vet's don't wear aprons.

I know what's happened -

you're a waitress who has inhaled the radioactive fumes

to make you think you're a vet.

I'll save you. Battie kept wanting to save me,

but I just needed to fill up my water bottle

so I could give Rudy a drink.

Rudy's her dog.

After my mum made me take the apron, I cried.

Then I told her the only people who wore aprons

when they work with animals are called 'butchers'.

What about dog-groomers?

Then my mum felt bad, so she let me take Rudy to school.

Rudy!

Come on. Come on. Hi, Rudy.

Are you a waitress?

Why are you wearing surgical scrubs? You hate the sight of blood.

I do hate the sight of blood, and I do not want to be a doctor.

I want to be a lawyer or an art school principal.

I just borrowed my mum's surgical scrubs

because it's a cool costume.

I'm not a waitress!

I'm a vet, obviously. I'm fixing this dog.

Oh, that is so cool! Your dog is part of your outfit.

That's the best dress-up costume ever.

Melanie! You can't bring that dog in here.

Mrs Goncha has a strict

no-dogs-in-the-school-even-if- they're-on-leads policy.

Because some people are scared of dogs.

But, Mrs Goncha, he's on a lead!

Melanie, you know we have a strict

no-dogs-in-the-school-even-if- they're-on-leads policy.

But he's part of costume!

Well, I think you can still be a dog-groomer if he's tied up outside.

I'm a vet!

Are you?

Yes!

Of course you are.

I think all the grown-ups got a group email.

Subject - 'let's ruin Melanie's day'.

I have to save you. No, you don't!

Yes, I do, little waitress.

I'm not waitress! I'm a vet!

It's funny that Battie loves dressing up as Stretcho,

because Stretcho's kind of the opposite of what he is.

He's not big and tough at all - he's really shy and skinny.

He likes playing by himself.

And he's always talking to himself.

But when he dresses up as Stretcho,

he suddenly wants to rescue everybody.

Where's my lunch box? Where's Rory?

Don't move! I've got you. Who did this to you?

Who suspended you above a vat of poisonous snakes?

What snakes?

The people at my school have a surprising lack of imagination.

Quick, we don't have much time.

The time-delay machine will go off in 78 seconds.

What time-delay machine?

Sshh. Do you hear the ticking? What, the watch?

It's my dad's watch, but he let me borrow it

because this is what I wanna be -

a world champion athlete with sponsorship.

No, that's no what... I'm sponsored by a big watch company.

No, that's not what I meant - I meant a detonator machine.

Do you wanna see me do a press conference, Battie? I'm not Battie.

I'm Stretcho.

Well, um, I thought it was really great lead-up to the race,

and I... I just... I just took it one day at a time.

The thing is no-one really plays superhero games anymore.

Except Battie.

And even though he wants to play Stretcho with other people,

he's still kind of playing by himself.

Oh, that's MY sandwich!

Never fear, Stretcho is here.

Battie, you wrecked my picture!

Do I jump on you

when you are doing a sculpture out of sticks?!

No!

Do I jump on you when you are laying your sultanas out in a pattern?!

No. Do I jump on you when you are doing that creepy face

and talking to the tree?

No. So don't jump on me!

I felt sorry for Battie being all alone at little lunch.

I knew how that felt.

How many times have I told you not to take other people's food?

Tamara was really looking forward to that sandwich.

Minkle.

The trouble with playing with the other kids

is that I don't always think the same as them.

Having Debra-Jo yell at me about the things I do by myself

reminded me of how I like sitting by myself and thinking.

So, I sat and thought about a new Stretcho story

and I came up with this really good idea.

Sorry for yelling at you, Battie.

That's OK. Sorry for wrecking your picture.

I thought you could go back to when Stretcho was first born.

Hi, Battie. Sorry for getting so mad at you.

I mean, you were pretty ridiculous, thinking that I was a waitress,

but still.

That's OK.

What are you doing?

Just thinking. Wanna do something?

All I wanted to do was think about my Stretcho story.

It starts with Stretcho as a baby in this hospital

where's there's this killer virus.

Hey, Stretcho. You wanna go play with the worm farm?

Let me get this straight. When I run around, no-one wants to play.

When I sit still, no-one leaves me alone.

Hey, let's see who's the fastest in a race -

Stretcho or the world champion athlete with sponsorship.

Oh, I was actually thinking up a story in my head.

Cool. What about? It's about Stretcho.

Cool. So what happens?

Well, it's when Stretcho was born in this hospital

in an underground basement,

because it's the only place where the killer virus hasn't...

Do you wanna see me do cartwheels?

I didn't want to watch Tamara do cartwheels -

I wanted to sit by myself and write my story in my head.

Finally they all left me alone.

The bell went but I didn't notice

because I was working out the really good part

about how Stretcho develops his stretchiness.

When I wear the Stretcho costume...

..I feel... brave and powerful.

But I know that's just pretend.

I know that brave and powerful feeling is just my imagination.

Something furry was rubbing my leg. At first I thought it was Rory.

It wasn't Rory.

It was a dog.

Did we mention that Battie doesn't like dogs?

Did we mention that Battie is terrified of dogs?

The vet hadn't tied up her dog properly.

OK, can we just go over how un-terrifying my dog his?

He's cute and fluffy, and he's more like a cat than a dog.

He's even afraid of cats, so he's more like a mouse than a dog.

When I was little, our neighbours' mean old black dog

came into our backyard and snarled and growled...

..and bit the inflatable pool I was sitting in.

Now I'm afraid of anything inflatable... and dogs.

All dogs.

Then I remembered that I was Stretcho,

I was brave and powerful.

I was a superhero who was not afraid of dogs.

Help me, please! Someone, help me, someone.

I'm scared of the dog. Please! help me. I'm scared of the dog.

Help me! It's a dog!

Where's Battie? Help!

It's a doooooooooooooooog!

Really, Melanie,

what kind of dog-groomer can't tie up their dog properly

to the school gates?

I tried to remember I was Stretcho.

I'm scared of the dog!

But I just couldn't.

The only thing I could remember about bring Stretcho

is that I had a stretchy arm...

..that I could put over my face.

It's alright, Battie. He won't hurt you.

Oh! Melanie, what do you have to say to Battie?

Now can you see how I'm a vet?

Yes. And what else do you to Battie?

Sorry that Rudy got loose and scared you.

Now, you go and tie him up properly, Melanie.

I'm definitely not as brave and powerful and strong

as I'd like to be, but I'm getting there.

You see, Battie? Now Melanie's tying him up

and it's perfectly safe for you to walk back to the...

Battie!

Slowly. I'm getting there slowly.

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Hey, what you doing?

♪ Everybody's moving

♪ Hey, what you doing?

♪ Little lunch. ♪