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♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving, it's time for Little Lunch

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

♪ Time to bounce and sing and hide

♪ Chatting, laughing, crying

♪ Skip your feet and start that ride

♪ 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?

♪ Little Lunch! ♪

Yesterday, I set up a cake stall to help homeless puppies.

Help the homeless puppies!

Buy some yummy cake! All money goes to help puppies without a home!

I asked Tamara and Debra-Jo to run it with me. They really got into it.

Little puppies need a home! Just $1 for a slice of cake!

I couldn't understand it. Nobody wanted to help homeless puppies.

How could anyone not care about puppies without a home? How?

I think the problem with Melanie's cake stall

was she'd picked the wrong charity.

It's not that I don't care about homeless puppies.

I care about homeless puppies.

It's just there are more important things to raise money for.

More important things than homeless puppies? Like?

Like netballs. Have you had a good look at our netballs lately?

No. No-one has, because we don't have any. We really need netballs.

I don't think the cause was the problem with Melanie's cake stall.

I think the problem with her cake stall was her cake.

That was definitely another problem.

She'd only made one cake and it was...

Disgusting.

I was very proud of my cake.

It was a ginger hedgehog slice, and I made it all by myself.

It looked a bit funny

because everyone at school has allergies to different things,

so I had to leave out things.

I left out milk, eggs, gluten, shellfish.

Actually, the shellfish was easy to leave out.

It's for the homeless puppies!

Also, the cake had no butter, no nuts, no sesame seeds, no coconut.

No flavour. No texture.

No customers.

Why doesn't anyone want to buy my cake?

I think maybe it's the ginger. Yeah, it's the ginger.

It would definitely be the ginger.

There's not even ginger in it!

I left the ginger out too. Nobody likes ginger.

Yummy and delicious ginger hedgehog slice without any ginger!

Only $1 a piece!

Help the homeless puppies!

We should have the cake stall tomorrow and we can all bring cakes.

I'll make shortbread biscuits. I'll make caramel cupcakes.

We'll make a big banner. I'll bring balloons.

But what about my slice? It'll be yucky by tomorrow.

Yucky by tomorrow?

It was yucky the moment it came out of the oven.

It was yucky the moment Melanie thought about making it.

But Melanie didn't think it was yucky,

and she did not want to postpone the cake stall.

If we have the cake stall tomorrow, I'll have to throw my cake out

which I'm obviously not going to do. I need to sell it today.

But, Melanie, I don't think you're going to sell it today because...

..because it doesn't look ...

It looks...

Not delicious.

That's only because it doesn't have flour, eggs, butter or sugar.

As soon as someone tastes it, they'll say it's delicious.

Maybe she had a point.

Sometimes things look disgusting but taste delicious.

Like coconuts - a coconut is very yummy,

but it looks like a tiny old man's head with hardly any hair.

The problem was we needed to find someone

who didn't mind eating something that looked disgusting.

Which, actually, wasn't so much of a problem.

Sure, I'll eat a piece.

Yes!

But I want my dollar first. What?

It says a dollar a piece.

No, you pay them. It's a cake stall.

You give us a dollar. Why would I give you a dollar for that?

Because you'll be helping the homeless puppies.

Or else they'll have to sleep in a gutter. In the rain. In winter.

Little freezing puppies in a gutter.

I'm pretty sure the puppies weren't actually in the gutter in the rain,

but I had to admire Melanie's sales technique.

There was no way Rory could refuse.

Nuh. I'm not gonna eat that cake.

Why not? You'll eat anything!

That's true. He will eat anything.

This morning, he ate my rubber.

Please?

Nuh. If you're not gonna pay me, then no way.

I don't feel right eating hedgehogs anyway.

Hedgehog is the name of cake. It's not made out of hedgehogs.

Did you seriously think that?

No.

Maybe.

There are no animals in this cake, Rory.

Really? Well, how come I can see a little nose poking out?

That's not a little nose. That's just a bit of chocolate that didn't melt.

Actually, I'm not sure what that was.

I didn't put chocolate in my cake.

Anyway, as soon as I thought my cake stall was a complete disaster,

something great happened.

I am so proud of you girls,

giving up little lunch to raise money for such an excellent cause.

Will you buy a slice, Mrs Gonsha? It's really yummy, Mrs Gonsha.

Of course I...

Ooh, actually, I'm not supposed to have flour.

There's no flour in it. I just quit sugar.

No sugar, either. Also, I'm off eggs.

No eggs, or nuts, or shellfish.

OK. Ooh, I don't have any money on me at the moment,

but why don't I make a donation after all the cake is gone?

The important thing is

you girls are going to collect principal's awards after this.

Yes!

A principal's award?

It was so unfair. Yeah!

What was unfair?

That they were getting an award

for making a terrible cake that no-one wanted to buy.

I could do that. I make terrible cakes.

Debra-Jo already had about 50 principal's awards.

I wanted a principal's award.

Battie! We need to set up a stall to raise money

for something better than homeless puppies.

Can you think of anything?

Wasn't there an earthquake in Adelaide? No.

Something happened in Adelaide. I don't think so.

Brisbane? We need something personal.

I've got it!

How about we raise money for my aunty? Someone stole her lawnmower.

It's really serious. Her grass is really long.

Battie?

Well, um, my dad has diabetes.

Diabetes. What's that again?

It's when you can't stop going to the toilet.

That's diarrhoea. Same thing.

No, it's not.

Diabetes is an illness where you have high blood sugar levels

and have to be careful of what you eat because...

You can't stop going to the toilet. That's what I said.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what it is.

Diabetes has the word 'die' in it.

Sounds pretty serious. Die-abetes. It's perfect.

I mean, it's a perfect cause, not a perfect disease.

Obviously. It's a terrible disease.

So just as we had decided

it didn't really matter if we didn't sell any cake,

because we were getting a principal's award,

and a donation from Mrs Gonsha...

The boys suddenly set up a stall next to us.

What are you doing?

We're raising money too.

Help stop Die-A-Beetez.

That's not how you spell diabetes

unless you're raising money for endangered beetroots.

No, we're raising money for Battie's dad,

because he can't stop going to the toilet.

Well, that's not actually true... Help stop die-a-beetez!

Five cents a sultana!

Three sultanas for 10 cents!

We must bring an end to die-a-beetez!

I was a bit cross that the boys had set up a stall as well,

but I didn't think they'd steal many customers

selling Battie's old sultanas.

Help stop die-a-beetez!

Buy a slice of our super-sandwich!

But the super sandwich was a different story.

Spicy salami, creamy cheese,

served up on a crusty Turkish pide bread with sesame seeds!

$1 a slice!

Help save Battie's Dad from die-a-beetez!

Everyone knows Atticus brings the best sandwiches to school.

His mum's a really good cook

so his sandwiches look like they come from a shop.

We couldn't believe he was sacrificing his own sandwich

to raise money for a cause... ..that he couldn't even spell.

I suddenly realised what this was about.

Atticus wanted a principal's award too.

You're just doing this to get a principal's award.

No, I'm not! I really care about...

Diabetes. ..diabetes.

And you're taking away all of our customers.

You had no customers, so how could we take them away from you?

Ohh! Speaking of customers, can you move so I can serve mine?

The boys were playing against the rules.

Atticus's sandwich was not gluten free,

or lactose free, or sesame seed free...

So it was absolutely delicious

and the boys were going to make a lot more money than we were.

What if that meant that they were given two principal's awards?

I told Atticus that he wasn't allowed to sell his own lunch

and that he had to stop.

And when that didn't work, we took the sandwich.

Hey!

I could not believe the girls had stolen my sandwich.

I took after Tamara. Rory went after Debra-Jo.

It was so much fun. I love raising money for a good cause.

I'm the fastest person in Grade 5, so Atticus couldn't catch me.

I'm the slowest person in Grade 5, so Rory could easily catch me.

Luckily, she's also the smartest person in Grade 5.

OK, fine. I'm it.

What?

I'm it. My turn to chase you.

I don't think we're...

We're playing tiggy, silly. Super sandwich tiggy.

So give me the sandwich.

No, I've still got the sandwich for three more goes, remember?

We've played this before.

Can't catch me.

Super...sandwich...tiggy.

It sounded so real.

Are you sure we haven't played it before?

I couldn't catch Tamara, Rory let Debra-Jo go,

we were never going to sell our sandwich.

WE were never going to sell our sandwich.

Come get your...delicious super sandwich.

Save the puppies!

Get your super salami sandwich with creamy cheese and crusty bread!

Guys, I don't think we should be selling Atticus's lunch.

Melanie, what about the puppies in the gutter? In the rain? In winter?

Still, it's Atticus's lunch.

Yeah, that's my lunch! That we're selling.

Fine! Then we'll sell your cake!

Battie! Catch!

I probably should have thought that through a little more.

I'm not a great catcher.

My cake!

I actually really enjoyed Melanie's ginger hedgehog slice.

It wasn't overly sweet. Almost a savoury kind of dessert.

It was a very yummy cake, Melanie. Thank you, Battie.

I'm sorry to hear about the homeless puppies.

I'm sorry to hear about your dad's diabetes.

You wrecked our cake. You wrecked our sandwich!

Try selling this now!

Try selling this now! Ohh!

Yeah, really should have thought that through a little more.

What is going on?

They didn't care about raising money for Melanie's puppies!

They didn't care about Battie's dad.

Can you honestly tell me this mess has anything to do with fundraising?

I honestly couldn't tell her that.

I honestly couldn't tell her that,

because I honestly didn't have a clue what had been going on.

You are going to clean this up immediately

and then stay in the classroom at lunchtime

and write a story about respecting food and each other.

And puppies?

If you want. And Battie's dad?

I don't know what that means, but yes, if it's important.

Is it important?

So we stayed in for the whole of lunchtime and wrote our stories.

Luckily, we didn't get punished.

That was our punishment.

I don't think so.

I didn't raise a lot of money for the puppies. None, actually.

But I think I raised awareness.

And even though Battie's dad kept needing to go to the toilet

because of his diabetes,

he picked up the little puppies from the gutter

because they needed a home as much as he needed a toilet.

♪ Uh-huh Uh-huh

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving Hey, whatcha doing?

- ♪ It's time for Little Lunch! ♪ - Whoo!

Every year, we do a walk-a-thon

to raise money for the teachers' Christmas party.

Rory, the money is not for that.

Well, that's what Clive my neighbour said when he refused to sponsor me.

It's for our school's sponsor child, Mubutu.

What?

Oh, I wish I knew that when I asked Clive for $50 a lap.

This is a map of Africa. Mubutu is from here.

Cool.

Ow!

Sorry, Tamara.

I could get excited about a skip-a-thon.

I could get excited by a trampoline-a-thon.

I could get really excited about a marathon.

But what's exciting about a walk-a-thon?

And the person who breaks last year's record

will get their name engraved on this plaque.

I'll tell you what's exciting.

A plaque is exciting.

I can't wait for the walk-a-thon!

Mrs Gonsha! Mrs Gonsha!

Will you sponsor me for the walk-a-thon?

Tamara, if I sponsored every child in the school...

Then Mubutu's village would have enough running water

for the whole year.

Oh. Alright.

Is the engraving on the plaque in gold?

I asked both of my parents to sponsor me this year.

They really like competing too - over who gives me more money.

Which is great for Mubutu and his village.

I think it's great our school has a sponsor child,

but I wish we could do a read-a-thon instead.

What does walking laps around the school have to do with Mubutu?

What does reading books have to do with Mubutu?

Mubutu reads. Mubutu walks.

He's nitpicking.

I was excited about the walk-a-thon

because Mrs Gonsha said when we send the money to Mubutu,

we're going to send a painting of Africa, and she picked mine!

That was before someone moved it, or most probably stole it.

Except who would steal a painting

that's a present for our sponsor child?

I didn't steal it.

I borrowed it, so I could copy it,

because my painting of Africa looked like a carrot.

Should you be doing it in the dirt?

Africa has a lot of dirt.

Because one section of the walk-a-thon

is outside of school grounds,

we have to walk with a buddy.

Choosing a buddy can be tricky.

Last year, Melanie was my buddy.

But because I can walk professionally,

like they do in the Olympics, she struggled to keep up.

She tripped and grazed her knee.

Have you seen that clip from an old Olympics

where a runner falls over and instead of racing past,

the other runner stops and helps them up?

Well, Tamara didn't do that.

Ow...

No!

Well, I know that sounds bad but I thought if I won - if WE won -

the... the thrill of victory

would make Melanie forget all about her grazed knee.

There was no victory.

We were disqualified because buddies have to finish at the same time.

Me and Rory were buddies last year and got in trouble too.

Rory and I.

What are you talking about? You've never been buddies with Rory.

I did not get in trouble at last year's walk-a-thon.

You collected your sponsorship money before the walk-a-thon.

Oh, that's right.

I got in massive trouble at last year's walk-a-thon.

My grandpa offered me the money early so he wouldn't forget.

Last year, he forgot the dentist, his tax return and Christmas,

so it was fair enough.

But instead of putting the money aside for Mubutu's community,

Rory spent it on soft drink.

Which he drank just before the walk-a-thon.

I can't wait for the walk-a-thon! I can't wait for the walk-a-thon!

I can't wait for the walk-a-thon! Can you wait for the walk-a-thon?

Whoa, I'm spinning.

Cool!

Mrs Gonsha didn't realise Rory had spent his sponsorship money

until after the walk-a-thon.

Yeah, when you told her.

For the good of the walk-a-thon.

We got disqualified. Because you cheated.

I didn't spent my sponsorship money on a soft drink.

But you let it happen.

I didn't mean to cheat.

Rory's not a cheater.

But he's not a thinker, either.

I was trying to raise more money because it was a really good cause.

You thought it was for the teachers' Christmas party.

Which is a really good cause.

I thought if I spent a little bit of the money on red soft drink -

which makes me go crazy -

it'd make me go super fast, do more laps

and get a lot more money in the end.

You'd already got your money before you started.

Like you said, I'm not a thinker.

Rory, you're messing up my borders!

Why do I keep making Africa look like a carrot?

Anyway, I wasn't the only one who didn't finish.

I got bitten by a dog.

The dog didn't bite Battie, it snarled at him.

The dog didn't snarl at Battie, it looked at him funny.

Through a fence. On the other side of the road.

Maybe the dog didn't bite me, but it could have.

No, it couldn't have. It was nowhere near you.

Can you get off Tanzania, please?

Who's Tanzania?

If you're talking about that new girl in Grade 4, I think her name's Tania.

The only reason I agreed to do the walk-a-thon again

is because Mrs Gonsha said I could wear my Stretcho outfit.

Mrs Gonsha said to make sure...

What's wrong with this picture?

I don't know.

Did you pass me all the flags upside down?

Ohhh!

Anyway, this year Mrs Gonsha said to make sure

we had all chosen our perfect walking buddies.

Which Tamara took super seriously,

because she wanted her name on that plaque.

She wanted so much to find the perfect buddy

that she decided to interview.

So I'm looking at interviewing walk-a-thon buddies today.

Anyone can apply, except people who I've been buddies with before.

Tamara and I have been friends since we were three

and I didn't even get to have an interview.

I'll be available at little lunch.

I knew no-one would apply to be her stupid buddy anyway.

I'm here to talk about being buddies.

My Dad says Rory and me are friends

because my stability balances out his impulsiveness.

But after Rory got us disqualified last year...

..I think my Dad might be wrong.

OK, show me your style.

How about corners?

How often do you trip over? Never.

You're hired. Hang on.

I had a question of my own.

What will we talk about? It's a long walk.

I want to do a lot of laps. OK.

Gymnastics, horses,

your favourite boy band...

Hey, Rory, want to be buddies again?

I know Rory can be very...

Naughty. ..unpredictable.

But at least he never wants to talk about which boy band he likes.

But if you had to say which one you liked, who would you say?

Help me!

I think Debra-Jo and Battie might've been scared to ask to be my buddy,

so I had to go to them.

I didn't know which one to pick.

I tried to remember the last time I saw them competing in something.

Spell 'sidetracked'.

S-I-D-E...

Look at the pattern the rain's made on the window.

S-I-D-E-T-R-A-C-K-E-D.

Sidetracked.

Sorry, Battie, you're out. Out of what?

Still, I knew Battie would be a faster walker than Debra-Jo.

Hey, Battie!

Mmm?

Did you hear what I said about the walk-a-thon? About a buddy?

How I was looking for a partner?

He only needed to walk, not talk.

Will you be my walk-a-thon buddy or not?

Ah, I can't. Sorry, Tamara.

After the dog-bite incident.

The dog-looking-at-you incident.

I will be walking with Mrs Gonsha this year.

You get to walk with a teacher? Can I be your buddy?

Why would anyone want to walk with Mrs Gonsha?

You can't buy that sort of one-on-one time with an educator.

Yes, you can, if you have a tutor.

Exactly. You would normally pay.

Did you want Mrs Gonsha to tutor you?

I don't think Mrs Gonsha would charge me to walk with her.

My cousin Sam, who's in Year 9, has a tutor.

Good story, thanks.

Battie didn't want to be my buddy.

Neither did Debra-Jo.

Atticus was back with Rory. The whole class had paired up.

Almost the whole class.

I knew Melanie was mad with me, so I had to approach this really gently.

Hey, do you want to be buddies again?

Awesome! See ya later!

Tamara and I have been friends since we were three,

so I knew how to handle this.

Sorry, I've already got a buddy. Who?

Actually, I did not know how to handle this.

Um... that new kid in Grade 4.

Tiffany?

Her name's Tania. Fine!

I don't have a buddy, but I'm not being yours

after I didn't even get an interview.

OK, OK, I'm sorry I was mean!

Please be my buddy!

Of course I said yes.

But I knew Tamara would want to go fast,

and I knew that would probably mean I would trip over,

so I had to come prepared this time.

I had knee pads and shin pads.

But unfortunately they didn't help me when I twisted my ankle.

Have you seen that old Olympics clip where a runner falls over,

and instead of racing ahead,

the other runner stops and helps them up?

It was exactly like that.

We can still win this.

Except Melanie was dressed for a roller derby.

Even with my twisted ankle, I pushed on.

Tamara and I broke a record

for the amount of money raised for Mubutu's community.

Yes!

Oh! Mrs Gonsha, when do you engrave the plaque?

We raised a lot of money,

and personally, it was my favourite walk-a-thon ever.

Mrs Gonsha loved hearing about my favourite craft hobbies

in alphabetical order.

So, M is for 'mosaic', which I love.

N is for 'needlepoint', which is kind of like embroidery, and...

It was a real shame Mrs Gonsha got a stitch.

You honestly think Mrs Gonsha got a stitch?

Why else would she stop walking with me?

Do you think Battie was annoying her?

Battie had his best walk-a-thon, too.

Maybe I felt brave because I was wearing my Stretcho outfit, but...

..I patted the dog.

He waved to the dog.

From the other side of the road.

Me and Atticus had a great day too.

Rory! Walking!

Sorry.

Rory! Walking!

Yep. Sorry.

It turns out... Rory!

..the red soft drink wasn't really why Rory went crazy last year.

He went crazy because he's Rory.

And he really loves walk-a-thons.

I love run-a-thons.

Walk-a-thons. What?

Rory! Why did you take my Africa painting?

Because yours is so good, and mine looks like a carrot.

I'm sorry. I am going to put it back.

You got dirt on it.

Uh...

I like it. Africa has lots of dirt.

I'm going to hang it back up now, though.

Can you tell Mrs Gonsha we both did it?

I'm going to get a good mark.

I'm gonna get a good mark! I'm gonna get a good mark!

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Uh-huh

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Little Lunch! ♪

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