Original subtitles

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

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

♪ It's time for running, swinging, sliding

♪ It's time to bounce and sink and hide

♪ It's time for shouting, laughing, climbing

♪ It's time to 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 hand clap

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ It's time for Little Lunch! ♪

Today is a bit rainy so we have to stay inside for little lunch.

At least it's not as boring as yesterday.

Yesterday at little lunch, we were bored.

So bored.

I was so bored I started doing maths in my head!

I was so bored I'd stopped doing maths in my head.

I hadn't been that bored

since Mrs Gonsha told us about her trip to Brisbane.

Why do you have a lemon in your bag?

I wasn't bored.

I was just trying really hard not to kick the ball over the fence.

Rory kicks balls over the fence a lot.

He's always going to the principal's office because of it.

The other day he kicked a ball over the fence

and it hit the council office windows.

By 'the other day', I mean yesterday and the day before that.

And the day before that.

I can't help it.

It's like over the fence is calling to me,

saying, 'Rory, kick it over here.'

Rory, kick it over here.

But yesterday was different,

because everyone ended up on the oval kicking the ball together,

which never happens.

I really wanted them to keep playing with me,

then I wouldn't kick the ball over the fence

and have to go to the principal's office.

Ow!

I wanted Rory to kick the ball over the fence.

At least then something interesting would have happened.

I'm bored. I'm gonna go make bracelets.

No, stay, please! This is fun!

Rory, this is the opposite of fun.

I'll give you my dad's watch.

Why would I want your dad's watch?

And also doesn't your dad want his own watch?

My dad doesn't even have a watch. I panicked.

I just really wanted her to stay.

You can't go!

You invented kick-to-kick!

I didn't invent kick-to-kick.

It's just a training drill from a soccer clinic I went to.

It was a really good drill. I played it with you.

If playing it and standing nearby is the same thing,

then, yeah, I guess you did.

It actually was a really good drill,

with really concentrated kicking practice,

but I get sick of things after five little lunches.

How many little lunches have we been playing this?

Fi... three.

I'm bored too.

My mum says only boring people get bored, Melanie.

Yeah, Melanie!

I honestly don't know why I said that, because I was bored too,

and I am 100% not a boring person.

Am I, Melanie?

Melanie?

I think I'm gonna go make bracelets too.

Wait! I know! Hang on, I've got an idea!

Debra-Jo, what's my idea?

How would I know? What do you even mean? For a new game?

Yes, that's it - a new game.

Think of a new game, Debra-Jo. You're really good at that stuff.

Apparently I'm really good at thinking of new games,

which means I can't be boring.

You can be a little bit boring.

When?!

Like on Thursday when I came to your house

to make the cake for the Red Cross stall.

What part of making a cake was boring?

The part where you tested my spelling on all the ingredients.

I don't even know what creme fraiche is,

so of course I don't know how to spell it!

I just think things can be fun AND educational.

I know.

How about you throw the ball to the person next to you,

but before they catch the ball,

they have to answer a times table question?

I was glad that Debra-Jo hadn't left the group,

but I don't know why she has to wreck games

by putting in learning stuff.

Like the time she made everyone do a treasure hunt.

We had to name capital cities. And use a compass.

I ended up in a grade one classroom.

I had to join in their finger-painting.

I quite enjoyed it.

Maybe my treasure hunt was a bit hard

for people who didn't understand geography.

And who didn't know the compass.

But this new game was doing something

we all knew how to do, sort of.

OK, I'll ask the times table first.

Do we have to do times tables? No, we can go make bracelets.

OK, OK! Do times tables.

5 times 3. 15.

Three times five. Stop!

I thought that was too easy,

because five times three and three times five

is the same question.

It's like your mum asking

if you want peas and corn with dinner, or corn and peas.

Not to Rory.

Three times five, Rory.

Melanie just said 5 times 3 is 15.

So, the answer is... 15.

Rory, are you even listening?

We were doing times tables. Of course I wasn't listening.

This is a really terrible game, Debra-Jo.

Yeah, I'm gonna go do something else.

No, it's great! Let's keep playing!

What is wrong with you, Rory?

There was nothing wrong with me! That was the whole point.

I hadn't done one thing wrong for the whole of little lunch.

Is this yours?

I had to keep everyone with me.

Melanie, what was that game you told us about in class,

the one that you do with your brother?

The one where he buries all my stuffed animals in the garden?

That wasn't a game, Rory!

That was a nasty trick and he got in big trouble.

No, no, the one with the balloons, uh...

Balloon tennis?

It's a game my brother and I play on school holidays

when Mum says we've had too much screen time.

We used to play it in the lounge room,

but then we broke Dad's new TV, so now we play it outside.

Except we weren't playing balloon tennis,

we were playing big, hard soccer ball tennis,

which hurts.

I'm really sorry, Debra-Jo!

I was thinking it was a balloon and I had to hit it really hard.

I'm going to go read my book on the veranda.

You can't! Why not?

Because... because...

Atticus hasn't had a turn at thinking of a game yet,

and you're just scared

that he'll think of something better than your game!

There was no way Atticus could think of a better game.

That's because lately, Atticus can only think of one game.

Kiss-chasey!

Atticus has been trying to play kiss-chasey for weeks.

It goes the same way every time we play.

Atticus is always it. Rory tries to be it.

And Melanie and I hide in the girls toilets until the bell rings.

Why don't you guys wanna play?

Because it's disgusting.

And we don't wanna spend the rest of little lunch in the girls toilets.

Wait!

I knew if they left me,

I was only one kick away from that ball hitting the council window.

So, he was desperate.

Battie wants to say something!

Battie!

I was in the middle of thinking up a new story for Stretcho,

but Rory seemed to need me really urgently.

What? What?

Why were you calling me? You were calling me.

Sometimes when I'm asleep, I can call out without knowing.

Maybe it was like that. Or maybe Rory made it up.

Anyway, while you're here, got a game we could all play?

Battie's not big on group games.

Meaning he never plays group games.

Normally I invent games for myself,

but my dad and I talked and he said I should try not to be alone.

He said I could bring a game from home and play with someone else.

Like pick-up sticks!

Dad also said maybe I should invent a game

to be played with other people,

so I've been working on this game called Conquerors of Icelington.

It's a long-term game

designed to be played over three terms of little lunches.

Like this game of pick-up sticks.

Knights of the Green Anvil, I command you, our chosen one,

to take this, our ruby red sphere,

back to the frozen city of Icelington.

♪ DRAMATIC MUSIC

Where's the ice place?

Over at the water tap.

I've done it!

It took longer in my head.

Even though we weren't very good at it,

I like playing with everyone else.

Well... I like not being with the principal.

She never has any good games, but then I saw someone who did.

Mr Haliotis!

Mr Haliotis, the PE teacher,

is the perfect person to organise a ball game,

because that's what he gets paid to do.

Also Mr Haliotis hates seeing kids sitting around

not playing ball games.

So, when you ask him to organise a ball game,

he REALLY organises a ball game.

Number off! One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two!

Ones on this side, twos on the other! Today!

Suddenly this was my favourite little lunch!

So, criss-cross the balls down the line.

Take possession of the ball.

Run behind the person next to you. Quickly, please!

Criss-cross again and side-step down the middle.

I quite liked the bush dancing bit.

♪ FOLK MUSIC

I suddenly realised that we were doing PE at little lunch.

I didn't have to do this.

This was not compulsory, so I just stopped.

But she mainly stopped because Mr Haliotis had left

and now she wasn't scared to stop.

Debra-Jo, come back! We'll do the times tables thing!

But I like this game. Yeah, we'll do both.

What? And we'll do kiss-chasey.

Excuse me? And we'll do balloon ball tennis.

And we'll do the ruby red sphere... ice tap thing!

All at once?

It's like pizza.

Why have just a ham and pineapple or just a pepperoni or just a seafood

when you could have a supreme?

How long's that been in there?

Since Friday... term one.

So, we divided everyone into two teams,

and we called the ball our ruby red sphere,

which we had to hit like it was balloon tennis.

Battie, pass it to me!

But Battie couldn't pass the ruby red sphere

until someone asked him a times table question.

And if you couldn't get rid of the ball,

Atticus could chase you and kiss you, but only on the hand.

It sounds more complicated than it was.

No, that's how complicated it was.

Melanie, ask me a question!

Yeah, ask him a question!

I couldn't think of a times table.

Hurry! 13 times 70!

He got the answer wrong, but he got to stay in

because he was dancing with the ruby red sphere.

And also because we hadn't learned our 70 times tables yet.

Atticus was still chasing Battie

when Tamara added in a second ball.

Melanie, ball!

Debra-Jo, ask me a question!

No, you ask me a question!

Five times three! Now you ask me!

Five times three! Three times five!

5 times 15.

Yep, it was complicated.

Hey, Rory, catch!

Then something amazing happened.

I really, really wanted to kick the ball over the fence, but I didn't!

Only because you missed.

I had to get rid of the ball before Atticus kissed my hand.

The principal didn't even know

Melanie had kicked the ball over the fence.

She took herself there to get out of the game.

It was better than getting kissed on the hand by Atticus.

Feel how hard this is. No!

After Melanie left, Battie wandered off,

and then somehow we went back to where we started.

The bell went and I hadn't kicked the ball over the fence...

..yet.

♪ Uh-huh Uh-huh

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ It's time for Little Lunch! ♪ Whoo!

Whenever we have a class party, Mrs Gonsha brings a pavlova.

Really?! She does? I had not noticed that

And - open!

How could you not notice

that Mrs Gonsha always brings a pavlova?

She's addicted to pavlovas. You need to pay attention.

She started bringing pavlovas the day we had the party for the twins.

Whoa! How big is that marshmallow?

No, Rory, it's a pavlova.

I thought our special birthday twins

should have a special birthday pavlova.

The twins are these weird kids in our class.

Rory, they're not weird. You can't tell them apart.

That means they're twins - it doesn't mean they're weird.

They're kind of weird.

There's nothing weird about being identical twins.

I know. But they're not identical.

They look exactly the same.

They have the same hair and the same eyes and the same nose.

And the same long, sticky green snot hanging out of their nose.

Like this...

This is their snot.

Have you even seen them, Atticus? They are so identical.

How can they be identical if they're called Max and Elsa?

Ohh... Well, you can't give them the same name.

It's hard enough to tell them apart.

Max is a boy and Elsa is a girl.

So they can't be identical.

Because there are parts of them that would not be identical.

Urgh! Disgusting!

Says the boy with the bean up his nose.

Anyway, when it was Max and Elsa's birthday,

Mrs Gonsha brought her first pavlova and told us...

I make the best pavlovas in the world.

Ooh, those sparklers really...

..crackle and fizz, don't they? Watch out, kids, watch out.

I love sparklers but my mum says they stink out the house

so she always uses candles on our cakes.

So I got excited that we had sparklers

because up close they're like mini fireworks.

Ow!

Mini fireworks that really, really hurt.

Ow! Ow! I hate sparklers.

It was so funny. Everyone laughed and laughed and laughed.

Ow! Ow! Will you stop that!

Not you, Tamara, I was talking to Rory.

Here, here, here, here.

Now, that's better, isn't it?

Better for Tamara. Not so good for my drink bottle.

Alright. Come on, we'd better get you to sick bay.

Alright.

We all felt really sorry for Tamara.

Not because of her finger

but because the sick bay always smells like old vomit.

Right, kids, we won't be long.

While you're waiting, why don't you have a discussion

with Max and Elsa about being twins.

It was awkward.

I don't think anyone had ever actually spoken

to Max or Elsa before - they only speak to each other

because they're the only ones who know which one is which.

Come on, start discussing.

Battie, ask Max a question.

Um...

The thing that was hard was I didn't know which one was Max.

So I didn't know which one to look at.

Max, which football team do you go for?

What has that got to do with being a twin?

I was concentrating so hard on not looking at Max

that I forgot to concentrate on the question

but it didn't matter what question I asked, because once Max answered,

I would know which twin he was.

Tigers.

Good plan.

So... Max. Or Elsa. Whoever. This is a question for both of you.

Melanie is so clever.

Who's older?

You are such a Fushen tuva stupid head, Melanie.

They're twins. Today is both their birthdays. How could one be older?

Max came out first.

Yeah. I'M the Fushen tuva stupid head, Rory.

That's right. I know Elsa said that, but which one is Elsa.

Pardon?

She said Max came out first.

Oh. That's how you mean older.

What? What did I do?

Are you sure you don't want your beans, Atticus?

They've been up your nose. Not all of them.

Oh. Maybe that one was.

We wanted Mrs Gonsha to come back

so we could stop having the discussion about twins.

So... do you like being twins?

Did you ever see the movie called Twins?

Can you read each other's minds?

There's only so much you can ask when you can't ask

what you really want to ask, 'Haven't you ever heard of a hanky?

And why do you both use the boys' toilets?'

Mrs Gonsha! They're doing it again!

This was all Tamara's fault.

If she hadn't stuck her fingers in the sparklers,

Mrs Gonsha wouldn't have taken her to sick bay

and we wouldn't have to talk to Max and Elsa.

We would just be eating their pavlova!

Suddenly, we all couldn't stop thinking about the pavlova,

probably because it made us stop thinking about which twin was which

but also because it looked so delicious.

It had cream in the middle and strawberry on the top

and banana on the edges.

It was beautiful.

Come on, Mrs Gonsha, we really wanna eat the pavola!

Pavlova. What's pavola, anyway?

Pavola is just a word you made up, like 'Fushen tuva' and 'minkle'.

A pavlova is that.

It's like a giant meringue filled with cream.

And you make it with lots and lots of egg whites. My cousin Stevie...

I told everyone about my cousin Stevie,

who can't eat pavlova because he's allergic to eggs.

Which made Rory think of a joke.

Why did the chicken named Stevie cross the road?

To get away from the eggs, 'cause he had an allergy!

I don't think the joke was that funny,

but when Rory laughs, everyone else always starts to laugh too.

I really wanted to scrape the pavlova off my hands and lick it

but I knew I couldn't because Mrs Gonsha would get really mad

if we ate any before she came back.

I have impulse control issues.

I thought Rory was pretending that the pavlova was disgusting

Because he always does that. So he can eat it all himself.

Like the time I made cupcakes to raise money for sick animals.

He told everyone the animals had got sick in the first place

from eating my cupcakes.

Which is stupid and impossible. But still, nobody bought them.

Then Rory ate them all.

Rory wasn't pretending. Actually, he looked kind of green

and was struggling to swallow the pavlova. Bleugh!

He spat it out. Onto my brand-new shoes.

My dad said, 'Try not to get mud all over your brand-new shoes.'

He did not say,

'Try not to get pavlova all over your brand-new shoes.'

First, Tamara sticks her puss-y burnt hand in my drink bottle

then I get spitt-y pavlova all over my new shoes.

I should open a shop

that sells Battie's things to be used for disgusting purposes.

Don't eat the pavola. It's really bad. It's horrible. It's disgusting.

You what happens when someone warns you that something is bad

and disgusting and horrible, and you shouldn't eat it?

You taste it.

Yuck!

The cream tasted like soap.

Exactly like soap.

My mum has some soap that's made of honey and vanilla

and I sometimes eat it in the bath.

So then my insides are clean as well.

But it also makes me feel sick.

I really think you should stop eating the soap, Rory.

I didn't think the pavlova could taste that bad,

because it looked so beautiful.

But it did.

Yuck!

When we got our rescue cat from the shelter

it couldn't stop weeing inside,

so my mum made a cleaning mixture out of vinegar and bicarb soda.

It wasn't poison but it tasted disgusting.

Just like the pavlova.

The meringue didn't really taste like meringue.

It tasted like... like... Like soap.

I don't know what soap tastes like, Rory.

It tastes like Mrs Gonsha's pavlova.

Yuck!

Who thinks Mrs Gonsha makes the worst pavlovas in the world?

Me.

Everyone had tasted the disgusting pavlova except me and Max and Elsa.

Which is a shame, because it was THEIR disgusting pavlova.

So finally they tasted it.

Elsa.

That one's Max!

It took a disgusting pavlova to find out which twin was which.

Uh-oh. Look.

We know we had to get rid of the pavlova

or Mrs Gonsha would make us eat it.

So we started grabbing blobs of pavlova

and hiding it anywhere we could.

I hid some in a hole in the tree.

We were all shoving pavlova anywhere we could.

And I felt sorry for Max and Elsa,

having to destroy their own birthday cake.

I stopped feeling sorry for them

when they started hiding pavlova in their pants.

I don't think they were that upset.

We had hidden the whole thing when Mrs Gonsha came back.

The plan had worked.

Where has all the pavlova gone?

We hadn't thought about this bit of the plan.

Sorry, Mrs Gonsha,

but we had a little taste and...

I wanted to yell, 'No, Atticus! Don't tell her what happened.'

..it was so delicious

that we couldn't stop eating it.

So we ate it all up.

But really, he didn't tell her what happened. He told her something else.

Atticus is so clever.

Really? You think he's clever?

I am so glad you loved my pavlova.

Guess what? I've got good news.

Max and Elsa are twins

so I've made two pavlovas, exactly the same.

I do not think he is clever

because Mrs Gonsha brought out another pavlova...

..that tasted just like the other one.

Like soap.

♪ Uh-huh Uh-huh

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Little Lunch! ♪

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