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♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving It's time for Little Lunch

♪ Time for running, swinging, sliding ♪ Uh-huh

♪ Time to bounce and seek and hide ♪ Uh-huh

♪ Shouting, laughing, climbing ♪ Uh-huh

♪ Skip this beat and start that rhyme

♪ Before your class goes back Well, you gotta eat your snack

♪ Take off the plastic wrap

♪ And do a little handclap

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ It's time for Little Lunch! ♪ Whoo!

Atticus has been acting strangely all week.

On Monday...

..he didn't eat his little lunch.

We have never seen Atticus not eat his little lunch.

We have never seen Atticus not eat.

Atticus eats all the time. He must have been sick.

I'm sure it had to do with his mum and dad going away.

My mum had a conference for work in New Zealand

and my dad had never been to New Zealand, so he went too.

Guess who else had never been to New Zealand.

Me! But I didn't go.

I had to stay at home with my ya-ya.

That means grandma.

Atticus's grandma's really nice. She's from Russia.

No, I think she's French. I thought she was from Turkey.

She's from the place where they make lunches that smell weird.

Seriously, I don't even know WHAT was in my lunch box.

It may have been vegetable...

..once, before my ya-ya pickled it and kept it in a jar for 100 years.

She pickles everything.

I love it when my nan comes over.

Atticus is lucky he has his yoyo stay with him for the whole week.

I think it's 'ya-ya'.

His ya-ya. That's funny.

No. That's what he calls his grandma.

His ya-ya. Battie.

It's a yoyo, not a ya-ya.

Who's ever heard of a ya-ya?

Atticus, because that's what he calls his grandma.

My mum says I'm a fussy eater, so she doesn't cook like Ya-ya cooks.

She just makes normal food.

On Monday night when Ya-ya made dinner,

I only ate the bread and even that was sour.

On Tuesday, Atticus was still being strange.

Not just strange. Cranky!

Who said you could use my pencil?

This is my pencil. Oh, really?

How can you be so sure?

Well, it's purple, has a unicorn, it sparkles.

And it says Melanie Wu on the side.

My mum says I get grumpy when I'm hungry.

And I was hungry.

I thought little lunch on Tuesday would be OK,

because I'd asked my ya-ya for cheese and biscuits.

But - I don't know how -

she had pickled the cheese

and pickled the biscuits.

I needed some food.

There is an emergency loaf of bread and a jar of jam in the staffroom.

If you forget your lunch, you can make a sandwich.

Ah.

Technically, I didn't FORGET my lunch.

And technically, I didn't make A sandwich.

I think that's enough, Atticus.

You're only allowed to forget your lunch for one day.

After that, the school rings your parents and says

they understand mornings are busy, but we need to bring lunch.

Then your mum has to pick up sushi and drop it off

and yell, 'Rory, stop forgetting to put your lunch in your bag!

Do you realise I was in the middle of an important meeting?'

Because I'd used my emergency jam sandwich,

I had to think of something else for Wednesday.

Moose. Cow. Fish.

Moose...

I've seen a lot of good junk food brought into the school.

Most of it's been mine.

But what Atticus had done was on a whole new level.

He had a bucket of chicken delivered.

Just to be clear,

we are not talking about one leftover teriyaki drumstick.

It was lots of drumsticks. And chips.

And coleslaw.

Where did you get that from?!

It's my lunch order day.

School lunch orders are on Tuesdays and Thursdays - not Wednesdays.

I told my ya-ya that Wednesday was lunch order day.

And that meant she had to order my lunch

from the takeaway chicken shop that was on TV

and drop it off at school.

Please, Atticus! Please give me some chicken!

I'll give you my laptop that's in the classroom.

That belongs to the school. Shh! I REALLY want some chicken.

Yes!

You know I can't really give you the laptop.

It's fine. I've got plenty here. Thanks, Atticus. Thank you!

I think Wednesday was the best day of my life.

I felt bad about lying to Ya-Ya, so I didn't ask for another lunch order

on Thursday - which was yesterday.

I thought maybe I would have got used to her cooking. But I hadn't.

Luckily, Mr Haliotis the PE teacher

was doing an outdoor life preparation course

and yesterday's lesson was damper.

Damper is a bread you make in a fire.

It's an excellent food for the wilderness

and surprisingly easy to make.

I knew we would be studying damper this term.

We weren't studying it. We were making it.

So I got my dad to try a few out with me in our barbecue at home.

You did damper homework? Why?

So mine would be perfect.

Yes! Melanie! Tamara! Look!

And it was perfect. It really was.

What?!

I... I don't know what happened.

One minute it was perfect. The next minute it was burnt.

Honestly. It was golden and fluffy.

Like that?

I took Debra-Jo's damper.

But only for a second. I was just so hungry.

But when I saw how upset she was, I had to put it back...

..and eat my own.

Something has definitely been wrong with Atticus all week.

And today he forgot his lunch box. Again.

Mum and Dad come home tonight.

I knew I only had one more lunch box to get through,

but when I saw what Ya-Ya had packed this morning...

..I accidentally on purpose left it at home.

I didn't want to lie. I didn't want to steal.

I didn't want to be grumpy. So I asked the others...

Who wants to give me some of their lunch?

Is it odd we didn't want to share our food?

No, it's just that...

It's just that today is Friday treat day.

We're allowed something special from the bakery.

It only happens once a week.

On Fridays, I bring chocolate biscuits.

On Fridays, I'm allowed to make whatever sandwich I like.

So Atticus had asked us to share on a difficult day of the week.

But he did share his bucket of chicken.

And I felt a bit sorry for him because I think he missed his mum.

So we shared our Friday food.

I got half a finger bun, a sausage roll,

a chocolate biscuit, a pizza slice, a party pie

and a ham and honey sandwich. That was Rory's.

I'm only allowed ham and honey on Friday,

because my mum says it's too weird for the rest of the week.

It is a BIT weird.

Do you have bacon and maple syrup? Yes.

Do you have pork chops and apple sauce? Yes.

Do you have ham and honey?

He makes a good point.

I couldn't believe it. I had all this food.

Normal food! Except for Rory's sandwich.

I was so excited, I didn't know what to choose first.

Atticus! You forgot your lunch box.

Your grandmother just dropped it off.

Suddenly, I had no time to choose.

I just had to eat before the other guys asked for their food back.

That's not all she dropped off.

You know those nightmares

where you want to run, but your legs don't move

and you want to scream, but you can't make a noise

and it's like you're frozen?

This was ten times worse than that.

Your grandmother brought in food for everyone.

What a lovely, generous thing to do.

It was one thing for ME not to like Ya-Ya's food.

But I didn't want everyone else not to like Ya-Ya's food.

I didn't want them to be mean to Ya-Ya.

I had to stop them.

Mrs Gonsha! You can't let them eat that!

Why not? Because...

Because...

What could I say? Because it's disgusting?

Because Ya-Ya doesn't know about allergies. There might be nuts!

There are no nuts, Atticus. She told me the ingredients.

Are you sure?

What about... gluten? Lactose! Fructose!

Atticus, it's fine!

Ooh, now let's dig in, everybody!

The foil was off the trays. Everyone could see what was underneath.

I don't know what it was.

I don't know how to describe it. I'd never seen anything like it.

It was like... mushed up meat wrapped in leaves pastry.

What's that sauce?

What's that meat? What's that smell?

I don't know, but it is delicious!

I didn't believe Rory when he said it was delicious.

He likes ham and honey sandwiches.

He's eaten soap.

And once I saw him try to chew a brick. But...

..it wasn't just Rory - everyone was eating it.

Yum! This is SO good. Isn't it, Mrs Gonsha?

Your ya-ya is a very, VERY special woman. I love her.

Oh! Can your grandma give Mrs Gonsha the recipe to put on our food blog?

And they liked it.

Aren't you gonna have some?

The thing is, I'd never actually tried any of Ya-Ya's food.

I thought I didn't like it because I didn't like the look of it.

You're so lucky. Have you been getting your Ya-Ya's food all week?

But... it wasn't disgusting.

It was sort of tasty.

It was sweet and spicy and tangy.

It was actually super delicious. And...

..it was all gone.

Ham and honey sandwich

AND Atticus's yo-yo's meaty leaf wraps.

I think today was the best day of my life.

I'd wasted so much time not wanting to eat Ya-Ya's food.

And now all I wanted to do was eat Ya-Ya's food.

And there was none left!

Did we mention Atticus has been acting strangely?

Atticus!

If you're still hungry, you have plenty of other food.

Suddenly I didn't want the finger bun or the pizza or the sausage roll.

I didn't want any of the normal food.

No! Your lunch box, silly!

I'd totally forgotten that Ya-Ya had brought in my lunch box!

Yes! I got more meaty wraps!

Because Atticus found more meaty wraps in his lunch box,

he didn't want his honey and ham sandwich,

his pizza, his finger bun, his sausage roll,

his party pie or chocolate biscuit.

But Rory did.

I think today was the worst day of my life.

Battie, get the stretcher from sick bay.

I can't wait for mum and dad to come home tonight, but...

..I think I'll ask if Ya-Ya can stay the weekend.

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

It's time for Little Lunch! ♪ Whoo!

Mrs Gonsha says everyone is very good at something.

I'm very good at ballet.

I'm very good at spelling and times tables and tennis.

You're not very good at times tables. Yes, I am.

OK. What's six times seven?

42. Nup.

Six times seven is 42.

Oh... that's right.

I'M not very good at times tables.

I'm very good on the monkey bars.

Sometimes people think they're really good at something, but they're not.

Like Debra-Jo can't actually do ballet.

But Tamara really is very good at the monkey bars.

It's really cool, she swings upside down -

Yeah, she swings upside down. And crumpets.

Crumpets? Yeah, like this.

Krumps. Not crumpets.

I'm pretty sure it's crumpets.

Crumpets are what you have for breakfast.

I have cereal for breakfast.

Yesterday, Tamara was on the monkey bars doing all her best tricks.

Not tricks - drills.

I'm in training.

When she's doing her tricks, she hates being interrupted.

I was doing twosies, where you swing from one side to the other

grabbing every second bar. And I was doing threesies -

where you swing one side to the other grabbing every third bar.

I was about to do foursies where you swing and grab every fourth bar.

Did I mention Tamara doesn't like being interrupted?

Get off, Melanie. It's my turn on the monkey bars.

Once, my glider flew into our neighbour's backyard.

He had a really scary dog who had to be chained up

and that really scary dog had my glider in his mouth.

I never got my glider back because the dog kept looking at me like this.

Which is exactly how Tamara looked at Melanie.

Sometimes you have to stand up for what you think is right.

And also, sometimes Tamara is really, really annoying.

But you never let anyone else have a turn.

You think you own the monkey bars.

Tamara definitely thinks she owns the monkey bars.

I thought she owned the monkey bars.

I don't think I own the monkey bars.

I don't know why anybody would say that.

Get off my monkey bars.

Um, did Tamara's dad buy the monkey bars at a shop

and bring them to the playground just for Tamara to play with?

The answer is no, by the way - he didn't.

Tamara gives you the stink eye when you get on the monkey bars.

She looks at you with this squished-up face

like she just sucked on a lemon.

I know, because once I sucked on an old lemon. Then I threw up.

He actually did. I actually did.

I was at his house - they've got a lemon tree.

There were rotten lemons on the ground.

I said, 'Do you dare me to suck on this old lemon?'

I said, 'No. That would make you sick. Don't do it, Rory.'

Probably should have listened to him.

Tamara can get super cross.

But Melanie can get super stubborn.

Tamara can get super stubborn too.

I think that's why they're good friends.

I wouldn't say I'm scared of girls when they fight.

I would say that I'm VERY scared of girls when they fight.

I can hang here all day if I have to.

I can also hang here all day if I have to.

Actually, I knew I couldn't hang there all day

because I had swimming lessons that afternoon

and I'd already missed a week when I had conjunctivitis.

But Tamara didn't know that. About the swimming lesson, I mean.

She knew about the conjunctivitis

because I got it from her when I had a sleepover at her house.

OK then. Let's hang.

Tamara looks so comfortable hanging off the monkey bars.

She may as well be sitting in a beanbag.

Melanie never looks comfortable.

She looks like she's hanging off the side of a mountain

being chased by criminals.

I had to hang on like that because...

..the only think I can do on the monkey bars is hang on like that.

I never get to practice anything else 'cause Tamara never lets me on!

I'm glad it wasn't me hanging off there so close to each other

because one, I don't have very strong arms

and two, I had garlic prawns the night before

and I had very stinky breath.

If Tamara had to go to the jungle

because just say her family was moving for her mum's work,

she would definitely be able to make friends with the monkeys.

What does Tamara's mum do? I don't know.

What jobs are there in the jungle? I don't know.

Then why is her work moving? I don't know!

I was just trying to say that she's like a monkey, OK?!

OK.

Because honestly, unless you're a ranger,

I don't think there's ANY jobs in the jungle.

Melanie was pretty good at being able to hold on so long,

but I'm only saying that to be nice -

I could see she was starting to crack.

Mrs Gonsha! Melanie, you alright there?

You look a bit red in the face.

Tamara won't let me have a go on the monkey bars.

No, Melanie won't let ME have a turn on the monkey bars.

Well, it looks to me like you're both on the monkey bars.

Isn't that terrific?

'You will let someone down.'

Mrs Gonsha!

But Mrs Gonsha, Tamara always gets to play on the monkey bars.

Now, you're old enough to sort this out.

Melanie's not. She won't do what I say.

What have we learnt in class about negotiating with each other?

Actually, we were learning that negotiating doesn't always work.

So that's why there is the United Nations.

When did we learn that?

I don't think Mrs Gonsha felt like being the United Nations.

But Mrs Gonsha!

Melanie's face was red and her eyes were puffy

and she had sweat dripping off her hair.

She looked like my mam does after having a run -

'I need to take a lie-down on the bed.'

I was hurting all over, but I wasn't gonna let go.

Nothing was going to make me let go.

Almost nothing.

I could feel something in my pocket.

She was looking for her hankie.

Melanie LOVES her hankie.

I don't LOVE my hankie.

I just like having it with me everywhere, all time, 24/7.

But anyway, it wasn't my hankie I could feel in my pocket.

It was something hard and my pocket was dangly.

Then I suddenly remembered - it was money!

For the sausage sizzle!

Mr Haliotis, the PE teacher, was helping us run a sausage sizzle

to raise money to buy new cricket nets.

Nearly all the boys were doing the sausage sizzle.

And one girl.

You gave me $5, so that's how much in change?

Remember, the sausage is $2.50, so how much do I have to give you?

I don't really care about cricket nets,

but I do care about a maths learning opportunity.

I'd completely forgotten about the sausage sizzle.

That's why Mrs Gonsha smelt so delicious when she came over!

Melanie, are you alright there?

Your face looks a bit red.

♪ My teacher told me to not tell lies. ♪

She was eating a sausage!

That's why she was in a hurry to leave - she wanted another one!

That's when I noticed that there was hardly anyone on the equipment.

Tamara and I were practically the only ones not at the sausage sizzle.

Everybody wanted a sausage.

Everybody wanted a sausage, but no-one was getting one

because Debra-Jo was making everyone do sums.

But if I tell you the answer, you'll never learn.

I started to get worried that all the sausages

and delicious white bread and yummy tomato sauce would be gone

and I would have remembered to bring my gold coins for nothing.

Need your special hankie, Melanie? No.

Then why do you keep looking down at your pocket?

I don't.

It was good that Tamara was being mean about my hankie -

it meant she didn't know I was thinking about my money.

It meant she'd forgotten about the sausage sizzle too.

I wasn't trying to be mean to Melanie, asking about her hankie.

OK, maybe I was trying to be a little bit mean.

I didn't want Tamara to remember the sausage sizzle

because then she'd run and get one before me.

I had two choices - I could either stay on the monkey bars,

remind Tamara of the sausage sizzle so she'd leave, win the fight.

Or I could get off the monkey bars,

not remind about Tamara about the sausage sizzle, lose the fight.

Why don't you pull out your hankie? Can't you hang on with one hand?

I told myself, 'You are strong and awesome.'

I did NOT want to lose the fight.

Suddenly I didn't care about the sausages

and delicious white bread and yummy tomato sauce.

All I cared about was staying on the monkey bars.

I made up my mind to hang on.

And as soon as I made up my mind to hang on...

..I fell off.

You OK? Yes.

I had used up so much energy hanging on the monkey bars

that now I couldn't move.

I felt sorry for Melanie lying under the monkey bars like that.

I was going to ask if she wanted to get back up

when I heard Mr Haliotis yell...

Debra-Jo, this is not a maths lesson!

This is a sausage sizzle! Sausages!

I had totally forgotten that there was a sausage sizzle.

I had lost the fight. I was too tired to get a sausage.

My mum says I can be dramatic,

but I was pretty sure my shoulders were broken

and my arms were never gonna work again.

I was wondering if I could learn how to write with my feet when...

I got you a sausage. We forgot it was sausage sizzle today.

Sometimes Tamara is really, really annoying.

Sometimes she acts like she owns the monkey bars.

Sometimes she's really, really nice. I said...

Thank you for the sausage, Tamara.

Ha, ha! Got back up! I win!

And then I said...

'You are really, really annoying.'

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