Original subtitles

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

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

♪ Time for running, swinging, slides ♪ 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 hand clap

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ It's time for Little Lunch! ♪

Alright, everybody, sitting down quietly in line

and waiting until you're called for your photo.

Sorry, Atticus.

Sometimes at school, it's hard to find your own space.

That's what happened to me on Monday.

I couldn't even find the space to eat my little lunch.

Next!

There wasn't anywhere to sit. There wasn't even anywhere to stand.

Urgh! You're it!

I'm not playing!

I just wanted somewhere to sit and eat my little lunch

without being interrupted.

Next! Move along, everybody.

And then I saw the dumpster.

I'd never seen it before.

I can't believe I hadn't noticed it before then, because it was huge!

You hadn't noticed it because it wasn't there.

It had only been delivered very early that morning.

On a crane. How do you know?

I overheard the principal telling Mrs Gonsha

they'd ordered a giant dumpster for the school's spring-clean.

So I asked her if I can be there when the crane delivered it at 6am.

And she said yes?

I love cranes. Up you get. It's your turn.

Anyway, it wasn't so much the dumpster that caught my eye.

It was the gap behind the dumpster.

It was quiet and still and nobody was there.

And I suddenly had an idea.

One of the little seats from the Japanese garden would fit in the gap.

And it was a perfect fit!

Finally, I was alone. Finally, I could eat my lunch.

Finally, no-one could interrupt me.

There you are!

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Hey. This is cool!

Wait. I'm going to get one of those seats too.

Except for Rory. Rory could interrupt me.

I didn't know Atticus wanted to be alone.

If he really did, he should have gone somewhere more private.

More private than behind a garbage bin at the edge of the school?

Exactly. Can you help me?

I'm not the one who needs a decent school top for their school photo.

I still don't see why Mrs Gonsha thinks I can't wear this one.

At first, I was mad that Rory had come into my space.

But sitting there together, it made me think of something.

Rory... Can I have one of your biscuits?

I've lost my lunch box again. Sure.

What I'm about to say may change your life.

Are these those really special biscuits your yia-yia makes?

No, this is about something else that will change your life.

Much bigger than biscuits. But it's a secret.

You're a wizard? No!

I'm a wizard? No!

Battie's a wizard? Nobody's a wizard!

But this is better - how about we start a club?

And this can be our clubhouse. And no-one else can join.

Just the two of us - our own secret club.

I really don't get how a secret club could be better than being a wizard.

I really don't get how you think that could be a school top.

Come on! A secret club will be so much fun.

No noisy little kids. No bouncy balls in your face.

No girls playing skipping on top of you.

Really? None of that stuff?

No! I'm gonna miss it.

I've always wanted a club. Battie! We've been through this.

These are school photos and Stretcho doesn't go to school.

My dad's in the golf club. He goes every Sunday.

And he comes home with hilarious stories about his mate Dennis -

how Dennis sliced the ball into the water,

or Dennis hit a shank off the fourth tee

and the ball went in for a double eagle.

Dennis is a crack-up.

What about one as me and one as Stretcho?

What about...

..one as you and then you go and sit down.

I wanted a club just like my dad's club.

And I wanted Rory to be my Dennis.

I'm just worried the secret club won't be a secret for long.

How will anyone find out? I'll tell them.

I'm terrible at keeping secrets.

What do you think of this?

Great, if you're on yard duty at lunch time.

Not so great for a school photo.

Atticus really, really wanted me to stay in the club.

So I said fine, as long as I got to choose the name.

I came up with a really good one.

We could call it The Sink Sucker Toilet Club.

No, we need a nicer name than that.

The Sink Sucker Lavatory Club.

How about The Double Trouble Club?

Because there's two of us and we like to make trouble.

I don't really like to make trouble. Rory likes to make trouble.

Atticus, you ready?

I had to suggest an element of danger so he'd stay in the club.

Yes! Let's make some trouble. What do you wanna do?

Tip rubbish out of the dumpster?

Throw rubbish through the fence from the dumpster?

Tip the dumpster over!

I may have suggested too much danger.

We should have a club song!

♪ Atticus and Rory rocking their club

♪ Atticus and Rory covered in mud Atticus and Rory making a mess

♪ Atticus and Rory couldn't care less! ♪

Clubhouse! Clubhouse! Club...

Rory, stop! ..house.

There's no freestyle rapping or chanting

or shaking the fence in our club.

And no rhythmic vocal percussion.

I didn't want to sound bossy but clubs have to have rules.

My dad's golf club has all kinds of rules...

And look to the front and smile.

..which would work really well in our club too.

No singing, no dancing, no phones, no bare feet in our clubhouse,

no tractors in our clubhouse, no swearing, no thongs,

no eating in the clubhouse unless you're wearing a jacket and tie...

I don't have a jacket and tie!

Well, I didn't.

Until now. Take them off.

The thing is, Rory's not good with rules.

Like, say, if he had to wear a top without holes for school photos.

Rory can't do that. I can't. I'm not good with rules.

When someone tells me to do something, I won't do it.

When someone tells me not to do something, I'll do it.

He doesn't mean to do it.

I don't mean to do it but I do it anyway.

And finally, the most important rule.

No-one else is allowed into our club. OK.

This is our own secret club. Understood.

Just the two of us, forever and ever and...

Hey, everyone! Who wants to join a secret club?

I love secret clubs 'cause in all my favourite books about secret clubs,

they involve lots of running and climbing and jumping.

I couldn't wait to join their club. You can't join our club.

Rory said I could. Well, I'm the club president.

You are? Since when? And I say, no way.

I couldn't believe that Atticus was so mean, saying I couldn't join.

Who wanted to be squished behind a smelly old dumpster anyway,

just so they could be part of a secret club?

You did. I did.

So I joined anyway. Oww!

I couldn't believe it.

Rory broke the most important club rule

by inviting other people to join.

And now Tamara had joined and she was breaking more rules.

Tamara, you have just broken Rule No.17 of our clubhouse.

No squashing! I can't help it!

Me neither!

I wasn't squashing before,

but as soon as he said 'No squashing' was a rule,

I started squashing.

Rory, can you please hurry up? We're going to miss our photos.

What's wrong with this shirt? It's clean, it's neat...

And it's a dress, tucked in to your pants.

You sure it's not a shirt for a really tall guy?

Yes.

The squishing was really fun but Atticus didn't think so.

Tamara! Your knee's in my eye!

Rory! Your elbow's poking into me!

Atticus, we're not called the Double Trouble Club for nothing.

This is the two of us making a bit of trouble.

What are we called? The Double Trouble Club.

That means there's only two of us. There were only two of us.

We need a new name.

How about the Stinks Like A Toilet Club?

The Triple Trouble Club. There's three of us.

I don't love it. Well, I'm club president.

Seriously, since when did we say you're president?

Triple Trouble Club's the new name.

Just us, OK? No-one else.

Our own private, secret...

Debra-Jo! Come over and take a look at our secret club!

I heard Tamara yelling from behind the dumpster.

But as Art Room Monitor, I had to go to the art room,

like every Monday, to make sure the glue bottles were shut tight

and the scissors were in their correct box.

Blunt...

I couldn't interrupt that.

Unless, of course, it was to join a new club.

I join every new club.

Hey! Here's my lunch box from Monday.

This term, I've joined the Computer Club, the Badminton Club,

the Japanese Sashiko and Needlework Club,

and now the Gap Behind The Dumpster Club.

It's not called the Gap Behind The Dumpster Club.

What is it called? The Stinks Like A Toilet Club.

No! It's called the Triple Trouble Club.

We can't be called that. There are four of us.

I know there were four of us! You know how I know? One, I can count.

Two, there were four of us squished into a two-person space.

I didn't even know where my own hand was

but I could feel something wet on my finger.

There's something wet on my finger. Oh, is that your finger?

Sorry, I thought it was my finger. I've got something in my teeth.

Use your own finger, Rory!

I can't find it! Don't worry, I've almost got this.

Hey! I've got an idea for a name!

No! You don't get to think of a name. It's my club and I'm president.

I really think we should vote for a president.

All those in favour of me... Rory! Shhh!

There's four of us, so we will be called the Fourble Trouble Club.

'Fourble' is not a word. I know it's not, but...

Rory! Get my finger out of your mouth!

And smile.

I was putting my lunch box back in my bag

when I heard Atticus yelling outside.

And one more.

I thought something was wrong.

When I got over there, I realised something was very wrong.

There was a secret club and I wasn't in it!

Hurry up, Melanie. Come in and join our secret club.

There's no more room. There's plenty of room. Come in.

Great! I'll go get Battie. He won't wanna miss out on a secret club.

Actually, I was quite happy to miss out on the secret club.

I was playing mini tennis with two sticks and a gumnut.

It was set point. But my dad said, 'Battie, you should be more social.'

So I tried to be more social.

Maybe if I put my elbow here... If I stick my leg here...

And if I move back a little...

It was my club that I started!

All I wanted was some space.

Instead, all I had was about eight legs and nine arms on my head.

I couldn't take it anymore!

Get out, all of you! Get out of my club!

Could we vote for a new president first?

Get out!

That's what you get when you try to be more social.

I didn't mean to yell. I just felt so squashy and squished.

And I just wanted to be alone.

So I sat there, alone,

and I thought about the club and all the rules I had made

because I wanted to make a club like my dad's.

I suddenly remembered, my dad hates all the rules in his club.

He always complains that they stop people having fun.

I decided I didn't want to be in a club that stopped people having fun.

So I quit my club too and I went to find my friends.

I was glad when Atticus yelled at us to get out of his club.

Honestly, that was the worst club ever.

And Atticus is a much better friend than a president.

It's this or the dress. Which one? Quick! I've got an idea!

The thing is, I know I wanted to eat my little lunch quietly

but I don't really like being on my own much.

I'm not like Battie. He's really not.

Atticus is a people person. He likes being in a group.

I do. I like being in a group.

Oh, good boy, Rory. You've found a clean school top.

Without holes.

Debra-Jo sewed another top into my top.

I'm also in the Sewing Club.

Smile!

♪ Theme music

♪ Uh-huh Uh-huh

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving Hey, whatcha doing?

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

Today is our science expo.

Battie and I will make a volcano erupt.

And me. And not Rory.

You were supposed to do your experiment with eggs.

I know, but I forgot to put everything together last night

after what happened yesterday.

It was a very distracting day.

Yesterday, a girl asked Rory out.

'Will you go out with me?'

I don't know the girls that gave me the note,

but I know that they were in Grade 6 and I know I was scared.

I needed some advice from some wise and mature guys.

But I don't know anyone like that,

so I had to ask Atticus and Battie.

I just - girls giggling - note -

soccer - Grade 6... What?

I think he said he was playing soccer

and some girls from Grade 6 gave him a note.

They ran back to some other girls giggling.

Exactly.

Look!

'Will you go out with me?'

Someone in Grade 6 wants to go out with you?

Who? Which girl? I don't know.

I didn't know because I didn't see who actually delivered the note.

But also, all the girls in Grade 6 look the same.

No, they don't! What about Zoe?

Zoe is by far the prettiest girl in Grade 6.

Not that I've noticed.

Was it Zoe? Who's Zoe?

Zoe. You know, with the hair and the eyes and the hands.

Does she have other parts or just hair and eyes and hands?

'Cause that sounds like a very interesting girl.

Come on!

Even though we were busy painting our volcano,

I really wanted to see Atticus's alien-sounding girl called Zoe.

So we all went outside. That's Zoe! With the ponytail.

She's just a normal girl.

So was it Zoe? Um...

..maybe.

Really? Because I don't think it would have been her.

We were playing when we saw Atticus, Rory and Battie

looking at the Grade 6 girls. So we knew what had happened.

Rory got the note?

I play netball with the Grade 6 girls

and at training they told me Rory was gonna get a note.

What kind of note? Asking him out.

Asking him out?

Someone asked Rory out?

Georgia likes him. Who's Georgia?

Georgia from Grade 6. Georgia from Grade 6?

That's kind of disgusting.

Debra-Jo thinks romance is very immature,

so she got a bit cross about Georgia and Rory.

But I thought they made a cute couple, like these guys.

Look, Mrs Gonsha, our invisible ink worked.

Oh, look at that. It says,

'Ross loves Rachel.'

Wow, great work.

What do the mice have to do with it? He's Ross and she's Rachel.

Did you get the note from Georgia? Georgia?

Georgia! I knew it wasn't Zoe.

Which one's Georgia?

The one with the ponytail.

She likes you. How do you know?

Do you know who anybody else likes? Do you know who Zoe likes?

Battie wanted to know.

No. I just know that Georgia likes Rory.

So you gonna go out with her?

It was a really big question.

Firstly, because I'd never been out with anyone before.

Secondly, I didn't even know who Georgia was.

Rory!

The vinegar is what makes the volcano erupt!

That's the whole experiment.

Vinegar? I don't think so. Vinegar's what you have on fish and chips.

You should check that on the internet

before Mrs Gonsha comes around to mark it.

Anyway, I needed time to think the whole Georgia thing over.

Then I remembered I'm not very good at thinking to solve problems.

But I am very good at asking other people to solve problems for me.

Do you think I should go out with Georgia?

OK. I've got an excellent way of working these things out. You do?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catch a tigger by the toe

If he hollers, let him go Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Pig snout means out Out goes Y-O-U.

She went on forever and at the end, I still didn't know what to do.

Out goes Jill, in comes Jack. This is the hand!

But what does that hand mean?

Oh. I forgot to say which hand was 'go out with Georgia'

and which hand was 'not go out with Georgia'. Start again.

I didn't think Tamara was much help,

so I asked Battie what he thought I should do.

Battie, did you hear what I said?

I'm just weighing up the pros and cons in my head.

And?

I'm still drawing up the columns.

I thought Georgia might have left Grade 6

and gone to high school by the time Battie answered me.

Yes! You SHOULD go out with her.

So I asked Melanie for her advice and she said she knew the answer.

Well, I WILL know the answer at the end of this quiz.

Quiz? Melanie, I hate quizzes.

Not like a pop quiz from class. This is a personality quiz.

My I Am Girl magazine have the best quizzes.

Which cookie are you? Which dance style are you?

Which enchanted creature are you?

What's this got to do with Georgia?

Because we can find out what personality type you are

and then Tamara can do the same quiz with Georgia

and we can see if you guys match.

OK.

Question one - do your parents say you are,

Responsible and dependable.

OK at remembering things.

Get bored easily.

So I'll put down.

I hate quizzes. The problem was,

Rory had been asking the wrong people for advice.

I have an older sister, so I know about this stuff.

Does she talk to you about boys?

No, but we take turns renting movies

and she always chooses dopey romantic comedies, so I've picked up a lot.

You have to be the opposite of her.

That's the key to every romantic comedy.

You have NO chance of ever being together,

because you're different from each other - and then boom!

Before you know it, you're together. That's what my mum says.

Opposites attract. It's like magnets.

One magnet's north pole attracts to another magnet's south pole -

is it too late to enter a magnet experiment in the expo as well?

It wasn't too late! But it was a bit off-topic.

Sorry. That's so cool!

Can't I have that one and you guys just have the volcano?

Rory, we're in the middle of the story.

So we were discussing how opposites attract and Rory said...

So just say that I find out that me and Georgia are opposites.

Then what? What's the boom! get together part?

What does 'together' mean?

Well, I guess... maybe... you kiss.

I'd never been kissed by a girl, except for my mum

and my nan and my aunty Anne and my aunty Helen.

But they're not girls, so I'd never been kissed by a girl.

What if Georgia wants to kiss me?

Battie, Tamara kissed you once.

What was that like?

Maybe you should let her kiss you.

Everyone gets crushes from time to time except me,

because I think boys are disgusting.

So we all thought it'd be fun when Rory said he'd go out with Georgia.

No, we didn't ALL think it was fun.

Debra-Jo didn't think it was fun at all.

You shouldn't go out with Georgia. Why not?

Because your school work will suffer.

More than usual.

I don't think that's possible. It's really not.

I didn't even know why I was saying that stuff.

I guess I felt mad at Georgia for wanting to go out with Rory

when she didn't even know him.

She's in Grade 6 and Grade 6 girls are different.

But I couldn't say that, so I just said...

Fine, go out with her. My turn in the middle, Melanie.

Wait. Tamara, can you go tell Georgia?

And before that, Rory needs a favour.

There are favours like, can I borrow your sharpener?

Can you save my spot while I go to the toilet?

Can you swap sandwiches with me?

Then there are favours like... Can one of you kiss me?

Georgia's in Grade 6. That's a whole year older.

Rory needed to know just a tiny bit what he was in for.

So we decided he needed to practise.

We thought the girls would help.

Yuck! Gross!

Disgusting. We thought wrong.

Tamara? No.

Please, Melanie? No way!

Debra-Jo?

Oh, fine. What's the big deal?

The truth is, I felt worried about him going out with Georgia.

At least I could help him not to make a fool of himself.

Did you say yes?

Yes. Did you hear the question?

Yes. I will practise kiss you on the hand.

Have you washed your hands? Yes.

I mean today. No.

OK, go wash your hands and sing Happy Birthday three times

while you do it so I know they're clean.

When I came back, I felt a bit funny. I had butterflies.

But Debra-Jo was as cool as a cucumber.

Let me see.

OK, good. Very clean. Let's do it.

Really? Are you sure? We don't have to -

That means you've washed your hands for nothing.

Of course we have to. Put your hand on your cheek.

OK. Ready, set...

Where was your hand? It was collecting a note!

I just kissed your cheek! I know.

Because I have feeling in my cheek!

The first part of the story was

that yesterday a girl asked Rory out.

The second part of the story is that yesterday

a girl kissed Rory and that girl is Debra-Jo.

What does the note say? What note?

The note you grabbed with the hand that was meant to be on your cheek.

'You're dropped'. Georgia dropped you?

How? You didn't even start going out!

I don't care.

What I like about science

is there's an explanation for everything

and things always make sense.

Not like life, which can feel very confusing.

Thanks for helping me out. That's fine.

OK. Um, see ya. See ya.

'Debra-Jo likes Rory.'

That is the coolest thing ever.

Thanks, Zoe.

What have you got, Rory?

Rory is going to tell you how opposites attract.

Oh, really? How does it work?

I like Debra-Jo.

I meant show her the magnets.

Minkle.

♪ Theme music

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving

♪ Hey, whatcha doing? Little Lunch! ♪

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