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Tickets.

Tickets, please. Enjoy yourselves.

Tickets. Yeah, go on. Front's all right.

Oh, one sec, sorry.

All right, son! How are you?

What? They did? Oh! Oh, result!

Ah, sweet, yeah. Yeah, hang on a sec.

Oi!

Where do you think you're going, kid?

To the airport, sir.

Will there be a movie onboard?

Huh!

So what was the plan then, when you got to the airport?

Stowaway in someone's luggage?

Oi!

Stop running!

Oh!

Where are ya?

No, not now!

Charlie!

Look at me, not the plant.

I know you think your mum's in America.

Hollywood.

Yeah.

But if we can't find her in three years,

what makes you think you can?

She's probably just busy acting in some big movie.

I bet she has to stay in character, so she can't call anyone.

N-No doubt.

Anyway...

Anyway,

I am pleased to tell you

that I have got some good news for you, Charlie.

- You've found my mum? - No!

But...

I have found out your real surname.

What do you mean? My surname's Monroe.

Your mum changed her name to Monroe when you were a baby.

I think she wanted to sound more like a movie star.

If that's not my real name, then what is?

On, no!

Oh, you giant heap of donkey dung!

Boris!

Boris!

Please, don't get up.

You didn't hear me yelling?

- No! - That tyre's got a puncture.

I'm on my lunch break anyway.

It's 10:30.

All right, I'm coming! Move!

It's like she doesn't care.

Hello?

Yes.

Polly Little's my sister. I haven't spoken to her in 15 years.

Whatever trouble she's in is her business.

A what?

Where are you off to?

The city.

Someone die?

Worse.

Whoa!

Thank you so much for coming.

I mean, took a while to track you down

but we got there in the end.

What did you say her name was?

Charlie, is it true that your mum's in movies?

She's the next Wonder Woman.

Is she... you know, house trained?

Charlie's very, er...

spirited.

Gifted.

All she ever does is talk rubbish.

Do you know what I think? Your mum, she just didn't want you.

She's a very nice young woman.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

- Fight! Fight! - Charlie!

Charlie.

Smile.

Didn't know I had an aunt.

That makes two of us.

What if my mum comes back for me?

She knows where to find me.

That's Toby. He doesn't much like strangers.

Don't know what you're used to but I go to bed early.

Work starts before dawn this time of year.

After dinner I like to watch the weather forecast if you...

I think I'll go to bed.

Stairs would be safer.

It's not exactly how I planned my day going either, you know.

You only came and got me so you'd have someone

to work on your farm for free.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

First thing I thought when I saw you was,

there's a kid who looks like she knows how to deworm a chicken.

I came to get you because, unlike some other members of our family,

I don't shirk my responsibilities.

If you decide to leave, just use the front door.

Rise and shine.

It's still dark.

Not for much longer.

Who's that?

Hold on. No, wait.

If you're replacing me, you can't, 'cause that's a child.

- That's child labour... - Boris, this is my niece, Charlie.

All right.

Charlie, this is Boris.

He's an imbecile, which is ironic really,

'cause he'll be showing you what to do while I sort out the tractor

he failed to fix yesterday!

Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.

Ooh!

Start her with something easy.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, no bother.

I can do that.

Is this safe?

Yeah! Safe enough.

Erm, what's in it?

Science stuff. Oh, who cares?

Tractor's bust, so we're gonna have to go manual.

Start at the top of the field

and then spray weed killer all down the different rows.

And then, do the polytunnels.

Go on then, off you pop.

And what are you doing?

Supervising.

What have you done?

Oh, you didn't take the hood off, did you?

Oh, come on. Come on, up you get.

Upsy-daisy.

It felt like somebody was spraying it in my face.

- Boris! - Hold on, that is not my fault.

Right, I gave her the full safety briefing so, you know...

- You all right? - Yeah.

I'm... fine.

You weren't going to get her to do the spraying, were you?

No, no, no, course not. I was just, sort of,

you know, showing her what not to do.

Well, not working is your speciality, I suppose.

Charlie, I've signed you up for school

so we need to go into town to pick up some things.

Thank you for all you've taught me, Boris!

And I want the whole field sprayed by the time I'm back.

What is in that?!

Pumpkin, pumpkin

You're gonna kill me Pumpkin, pumpkin...

Who are the Smythe-Gherkins?

Loony neighbours.

Stay away from there.

I need you to feel me

Pumpkin, pumpkin

La-la-la-la-la-la

Pumpkin pie! This way, please.

Treat your tastebuds to a good meal!

Come on, sir, don't be afraid. The pumpkin pies are that way.

It's big and it's round, pumpkins!

It's mine, give it back! Give me the pumpkin!

No way! It's my pumpkin!

- It's my pumpkin! - Get your pumpkins here!

Have you ever seen such wonderful pumpkins?

Many perfect pumpkins!

That is the best pumpkin pie I've ever had in my life!

Get all your pumpkins here!

Get another one!

- You get another one! - No, I saw it first!

Pumpkins here! Come and get 'em!

What is it with this place and pumpkins?

Don't get me started.

You think it's barmy now, just you wait till the autumn

when Mugford Pumpkinfest kicks off.

You don't like pumpkins then?

That's putting it lightly.

Why?

Got my reasons.

Anyway, where exactly were you running away to last night?

I want to find my mum.

She left you, remember?

That's what Polly's always done.

Leave.

She had to if she was going to make it in Hollywood.

You can't take a little kid to auditions.

But I'm older now and I can look after myself.

When I find her, she'll see that.

Then we can stay together.

It won't be cheap.

You're talking, plane ticket to America,

hotel bills.

You'll need to hire a private detective

to find her, I should think.

That's big bucks.

I can't believe how much stuff kids need for school these days.

What... It's not like they even teach you anything useful.

What is a protractor anyway?

Compass?

Calculator!

In my day, you used your brain and your fingers.

A hundred grand.

I could get a new combine harvester for that.

And a robot to work it.

Yeah, don't get too excited, Ned.

No one's ever broken the one ton barrier.

It's just free advertising for the sponsors.

Oh, no, no, you wait.

I've already started growing a giant this year.

May as well write me the cheque now, eh?

I'm sure the Smythe-Gherkins will be shaking in their boots, Ned.

The one I've got growing up the allotment,

will give you a run for your money.

Oh, declined. Sorry, Dinah.

Oh, that's all right.

Lovely, thank you.

Nope, same.

How are things at the farm?

Still tough?

We're doing fine, thanks.

Lovely!

Accepted. Phew!

There we go.

You doing anything nice today?

No? Bye!

Who's next?

Charlie! Let's go. Got to buy you school shoes.

Which probably means me selling a kidney or two.

I think it's nice. I'll have that as well.

Oh, hello.

Are you cold?

I'll get you warmer.

Whatever you're selling we're not interested.

- Goodbye. - Wait!

I'm not selling anything.

I'm Charlie Little from next door. Dinah's niece.

Why didn't you say so?

- Come in! - Whoa!

This is my husband,

Lord Sinclair Smythe-Gherkin.

I am Lady Veronica,

and you, Charlotte Little, are most welcome.

Sit!

It's just Charlie.

No, I don't think so.

Nicknames are for horses.

Horses!

Are you about to have a party?

And no, this... this is high tea.

How is your darling aunt?

I do hope she's well.

Must be so hard running that farm all by herself,

even though it is so very, very small.

She's okay.

I mean, I think it's hard.

She always seems a bit tired and grumpy.

That the guy with the statue in town?

Yes. This is the great Lord Reginald Smythe-Gherkin.

The first gentleman to bring a pumpkin into the United Kingdom.

Some say he had a special ability to communicate

with all manner of plants and vegetables.

- Really? - Indeed.

Which may account for his phenomenal success

in the art of pumpkin rearing.

A talent passed down through the generations.

Come!

By autumn these fields will be heaving

with the largest pumpkins you've ever seen.

Come.

The Smythe-Gherkins have won the Heaviest Pumpkin Contest

every year for the last 50 years.

What about 2010?

Did someone else win that year?

Some.... cake?

No, thanks.

I came to ask for some advice, actually.

I want to grow a pumpkin for the competition too.

So I was hoping I could maybe get some... tips?

You want to steal our secrets?

What? No.

I just need some advice.

Secret stealer!

Never darken our door again!

Release the hounds!

- Oh, we haven't got any, darling. - Oh...

Come on, let's get back to our game.

I'm coming to get you!

Oh, I hope so!

There's got to be someone in this crazy town who will help me.

What are you having for lunch, then? I brought some pumpkin.

Hi!

Excuse me!

Excuse me, officer. Is there anyone who doesn't mind

sharing their pumpkin growing secrets?

Get off my grass!

Control to all units.

Yeah, sure, I'm gonna tell you all the secrets of pumpkinry.

Yeah.

When you said people here were mad for pumpkins,

I didn't know you meant like psycho mad.

Well... I suppose you don't really know someone

until you asked them for gardening tips.

Why didn't you come to me first?

I thought you'd say no.

You thought right.

Pumpkins, Charlie.

Why do you want to be bothered with all of that?

You're the one who said I need cash to find my mum.

The prize money?

That contest has got a lot to answer for.

I don't want to have anything to do with it.

That's my dad.

He started entering the pumpkin growing contest

when I was about your age.

It became an obsession.

And after a while, he completely forgot about the rest of the farm

until we nearly lost it all.

The stress of it killed him in the end.

Same with my mum.

Leaving yours truly to pick up the pieces

and try and get this place back on its feet.

Did he...

Grandad ever win the contest?

Never even made the top three.

I'm telling you, Charlie, it's a waste of time.

The Smythe-Gherkins always win anyway.

What about 2010?

They didn't win then.

Who did win that year?

Maybe they could help me.

How do you know this guy again?

Arlo!

Dinah Little.

Well, well, well.

Only knew it was a matter of time before you came, er...

knocking on my door.

Well, I'm sorry, my darling, but that ship has sailed.

Ah, no, please.

That ain't mine, is it?

We snogged once at a school disco, Arlo.

Ah, but what a snog, huh?

That connection, that magic, you can't fake that.

This is my niece, Charlie.

She's thinking of entering the pumpkin contest,

wanted a few tips.

- Well, that's that. - Hey.

Whoa!

You wanted this.

Whoa!

I'm done with the whole veg growing thing.

I've got bigger fish to fry now.

Like what?

Mmm! How about saving the planet Earth, hmm?

In case you hadn't noticed, the entire world is out of whack.

Besides, even if I wasn't busy...

I wouldn't go back there.

It's just a pumpkin growing competition.

Not in this town, kid.

This ain't some grow-your-own salad school project.

This is all-out, gardening gloves off,

vegetable warfare.

Arlo, give it a rest, yeah?

She just wants some pointers, just for fun.

Not just for fun!

I'm going to win.

What did you say, you're gonna win?

Hey, did you hear that, fellas? A first timer, huh?

What you gonna do? Wave your magic wand?

No, with...

With what, Charlie?

All right.

This'll sound mad, and I can't really explain it...

but as far back as I can remember,

every time I touch a plant, something...

odd happens.

I used to be scared of it but...

since I came here I think I'm starting to understand.

It's like I can feel what they're feeling.

You know?

No.

Charlie, I know you want Arlo's help,

but you can't just make stuff up.

I'm not!

Like...

This one.

Hey, hey, hey!

- Too hot. - No!

- No! - Wait, wait, wait.

And... this one.

This one's lonely.

- Lonely. - Lonely? He's got me.

And...

this one.

Hey, stop!

Aphelandra squarrosa.

The zebra plant. Tough to grow,

even tougher to make flower.

There's no flower.

Yeah, I know that! That's why... I'm working on it.

She was kind of...

bored?

And people think I'm weird.

I can't believe you used to go out with that.

It's a small town, okay? There wasn't exactly much choice.

Listen...

maybe it's for the best.

You start school tomorrow.

Forget all this pumpkin nonsense

and concentrate on making some new friends.

Can I sit here?

Do you mind?

How's your day going?

At least you didn't have an hour of algebra.

Guessing you're, what?

About two hundred years old?

I'm only 11, actually.

But I won't take it personally.

You're Charlie Little from Dinah's farm.

No offence, but I'm not looking to make friends.

I'm only here till fall.

Don't want to miss Mugford Pumpkinfest, huh?

No.

Well...

Yeah. I'm going to win the contest.

Then I'm going to join my mum in the States.

Impressive.

My dad's going to be disappointed though.

He's entering the contest too.

Maybe tell him not to bother this year then.

He's got a big team helping him. You got much of a team?

I'm working on it.

Morning, gang!

Sweet Monty Don!

We're going to need a spade and we're going to need

a load of good soil.

Let's go!

Come on!

Mmm.

I don't know.

I've seen more life in a bale of hay than this lot.

What is it?

It's kale. Used to make us a decent return.

Now, it seems to be struggling more every year.

Oh!

Go on then, sensei, let's see what your magical green fingers feel?

- Seriously? - Shh!

Let Chazza focus.

Nothing.

It's weird.

Like the earth's just gone quiet.

I don't know. Maybe I've lost it.

Nah. No, you're bang on. If you can't hear anything,

it's 'cause of that evil muck you're spraying on it.

Sure it works at first, but over time,

it just sucks the goodness right out of the soil.

It's no wonder you couldn't hear anything.

Did you like that? Bit noisier.

Deafening.

So, I've got these. What do you think?

A-ha! Oh, yeah, right.

- Bye! - What are you doing?

Arlo, you are such a drama queen.

They are nothing but factory farmed rubbish!

Which you are paying the shop back for, by the way, Charlie.

But these...

Get all of this stuff out of the way.

Look. These are descended from greatness.

Harvested from my own prize-winning pumpkin Dinah.

- Delila. - Hmm!

Let's just choose one, shall we?

Just one?

Isn't that a bit of a gamble?

Yar. You know, you've got to grow hard or go home.

Fine, well. That one, obviously.

Just... Just let's see what Charlie thinks, hmm?

This one.

That little thing?

It feels different to all the others.

Like it's got all this power just waiting to bust out.

Oh, I love it!

You two!

Come on then.

I'm relying on you.

Good luck.

Oh!

And now we must show our commitment to the new life

that we are creating by having a wee on it.

Oh, that is enough crazy for one day, thanks very much.

It's all right, Chazza, you can add yours later!

What you working on?

Looking at our yields for the last few years.

Arlo might be a ridiculous nutter, but he's right about one thing.

The more chemicals we spray, the less we seem to harvest.

I felt like I was choking when I used that weed killer.

You really think plants feel things like us, don't you?

Yeah, I do.

Well, don't get your hopes up too much.

What Arlo hasn't told you is he only won that year

'cause the Smythe-Gherkins' pumpkin got sat on by a horse.

Hurry up!

Come on!

Grow!

Why aren't you growing?

You've got to chill out, my little earthworm.

So, now we just, what?

Wait until fall?

That's a joke, right? This is where the hard work begins.

Welly. Toaster.

Ah, right.

Got a special pumpkin mix.

Come on, earthworm.

No way.

Plants are sensitive.

I shouldn't have to tell you this, you know.

It'll pick up on our good vibes.

Or totally die of embarrassment.

You wanna get out of here, right?

You wanna win that cabbage?

You wanna win that sweet, sweet cheddar?

You wanna find your mum?

Then dance.

Aw! Love that rhythm!

Oh, yar!

Uh! You like that?

Oh, yar! Come on.

Is that all you got? Hey! Youse got to work it, earthworm.

Yar!

Hey! Hey, come on, lover!

Uh-uh. Nah.

Come and have a dance.

- Nah. - Come on!

You old stick in the mud!

Oh, yar!

Yeah! I like that.

Hey, don't step on him.

Chazza!

I found a piece of something real

I caught a glimpse of how it feels

And I'm not gonna waste it

Okay. More your end.

I saw the light burst through the dark

I swore I felt a tiny spark

And maybe I can chase it

'Cause love has

Never stopped

Who put this...?

But from now

Maybe somehow

Things could work out

Differently

Here I am standing in the driving rain

I can see it coming like a hurricane

Hold it still.

Is this happiness

This feeling in my chest?

I know

I shouldn't let it go

It's easy to run away

But this time I might just stay aboard

I'm gonna let it grow

I'll never let it go-oh, go-oh, go-oh!

I'll never let it go-oh, go-oh, go-oh!

I'll never let it go-oh, go-oh, go-oh!

I'm gonna let it grow-oh, grow-oh, grow-oh!

Oh-oh!

So, push that down.

Right, left and up.

Now, start her up.

How?

With love now

Maybe somehow

Things could work out

Differently

I'm going let it grow

And then, that was like the most disastrous day of our lives.

Okay.

Annual farm meeting.

Oh? It's not one of them employer review things, is it?

- Lucky for you, no. - Oh, great.

But I have made some decisions about the direction of the farm.

Oh, yeah?

It's time we thought about doing something differently around here.

We're going to go organic.

- Are we? - You know, compost.

Green manure, companion farming.

No more chemicals. Rewilding. Weeding by hand.

You know this is all just a trendy fad?

It isn't.

Haven't you noticed there's hardly any birds here anymore?

Farm used to be teeming with them when I was a kid.

Birds eat crops. Who cares?

Aunt Dinah! Aunt Dinah!

We'll pick this up later.

In fact, no, we won't.

This isn't a debate.

Hello, little fella.

You know what this means now, don't you?

It's time to give him a name.

Or her.

Sorry, it's a he.

All right, fine. Well, we'll call him Bob.

Can I get back to work now?

- He doesn't like Bob. - No, he doesn't like Bob!

I know, what... what about Steve?

Sorry, that's a no.

- Tony? - No.

- Harry? - No.

- Barry? - No.

- Larry? Gary? - No. No.

Hieronymus?

Who would like to be called Hieronymus?

- Nobody. George? - No.

- Daryll? - No.

- Lee? Tom? - No.

Just stop! He doesn't like any of them.

Oh, for Pete's sake, this is hopeless.

Wait! That's it.

Hopeless?

It's funny but I don't hate it.

No. Pete!

- Oh. - Wait.

Peter.

He likes it. He's called Peter!

- Peter. - Finally.

Mm, there's something else. Peter's hungry.

Hungry for lion poo.

That sounds pretty expensive.

Who said anything about paying for it?

I've got a plop dealer.

- He's a big 'un. - Hmm!

Come on.

Euegh!

Did your friend ask why we wanted so much lion dung?

I didn't speak to him.

You didn't talk to the friend who was going to arrange

for the lions to be inside?

I left a message.

Ah, he'll pick it up.

You know, I find one gets used to the smell quite quickly.

It's actually quite nice, isn't it?

In the car, now!

- Where you going? - Charlie!

Guys, relax.

I used to visit all the time when they were cubs.

They're bound to remember me.

They did not remember me!

My car's never going to smell the same again,

so I hope you appreciate this.

Can't believe I'm talking to a pumpkin.

Oh, dear!

I hear you've gone orgasmic.

- You what? - Up at the farm.

Organic.

Yeah. How's that working out for you then?

Well, better to do the right thing than the easy thing, I say.

I'm sure it'll pay off... eventually.

Hi, Charlie. Having a fun summer?

Erm, yeah, I guess.

How's your pumpkin doing?

Think it's a record breaker?

Of course it is.

I asked my dad. He said you could come to his lab any time

if you want to see his?

I'm a bit busy on the farm.

Oh, I think we can let you take half a day off.

As long as you make it back up.

I'm Dinah.

You're Don Gregory's boy, aren't you?

Oliver. Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you.

Well, go on, Charlie.

Besides, it can't hurt to, you know, check out the competition.

Can we go today?

I have to say, Glen, it's going very well.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Well, I fully expect to win that competition

and bring the glorious sunshine that is free publicity

basking down on to all of us here at Gargana.

Dad?

Yeah. Well, of course, I'd stake my career on it.

No, no, I would. I would stake my career on it.

- Yes. - Dad?

It, it, it... Don't do that!

Yeah. No, no. I... Look...

I won't let you down, Glen.

Er, Glen?

Er, what have I told you about interrupting me when I'm at work?

- You're always at work. - Oh, Glen! You're still there.

Erm... No, not you. Erm, the...

Glen? Oh!

...pumpkins!

This is it.

The JX8 is the result of years of research

into the science of ultra-potent fertilisers.

We've been working on reducing the effects of gravity on the JX8.

The JX6 and JX7 collapsed under their own weight.

It was not a pretty sight, I can tell you. Ugh!

- Doesn't it need sunlight? - Of course.

But the sun is undependable.

In August and September, it's only available 14 to 15 hours a day.

We've improved on it.

You have improved...

on the sun?

Oh, yes, indeedy-do-do.

Kevin!

- Right here, Mr Gregory. - Ooh!

Engage Gargasun!

Gargasun initialising.

Apply protective eyewear immediately.

Gargasun starting in three, two, one.

Yap, yap.

It's off right now because

we've been collecting our daily core samples

from the JX8.

Charlie's growing one for the contest too.

Oh, isn't that adorable?

- Arlo's helping her. - 2010 winner Arlo?

Who talks to her?

Ooh, let me have a think.

Erm? Brrrr? No one.

Maybe you should.

What's wrong?

Er, don't touch the subject.

Oliver, if your friend can't behave, she'll have to leave.

What you're doing here is totally barbaric and should be stopped!

- Stop! Oh! Kevin, get her! - Warning, pumpkin unstable.

- No, no, no! Mr Gregory! - Warning, pumpkin unstable.

- Mr Gregory! - Kevin! Get her out! Get her out!

Wow, she is really strong.

I'm sorry.

It's just...

How would you feel being hooked up to all those machines,

being poked and prodded and never seeing the sunlight?

I suppose I wouldn't like it but I'm not a plant, Charlie.

Don't you believe that plants can feel?

I just can't imagine treating Peter like that.

Who's Peter?

Yes, if Arlo thinks it's worth talking to them, erm...

Kevin... Oooh!

Kevin, talk to her.

It... Er...

You know what I mean?

Er, Mr Gregory? Talk to her?

You know, I'm a Cambridge graduate.

Not a lot of ladies can pull off orange.

What's a gourd like you doing in a lab like this?

Stupid! Of course she wouldn't answer back.

Boris, there's no easy way to say this.

But I'm gonna have to let you go.

Sorry, but I'm serious.

I've run the numbers and I can keep you on for a month or so...

Hold on. But you know I've been let go

from every other farm in the county.

That's why I'm prepared to work for peanuts for you.

This farm has been in your family for generations, right?

What, and you're just gonna, like, throw all that way

because Charlie wants to grow a little pumpkin?

- No, behave! - This place has been on the slide

long before she arrived, you know that.

Why don't you just send her back

to the foster home or wherever she came from?

Let someone else deal with the little brat.

I want you out of here, now.

- Today. - What?

I'll pay you two weeks' severance pay,

but I don't ever want to see you again.

A month.

Cash.

Otherwise,

I ain't leaving!

Fine.

It's full of salt.

It's for scaring off the crows. What are you gonna do?

You wanna see what salt feels like

fired at point blank range into your big, fat, lazy backside?

Come try me.

Oliver, this is Peter.

Peter, this is Oliver.

He's huge.

He's growing fast,

but he's still not as big as your dad's.

I wonder how the Smythe-Gherkins are getting on?

It's a giant. We're stuffed.

They must use some special fertiliser.

We could ask them.

I do not recommend that.

Charlie.

I just want to get a closer look.

Warning, ruffians detected!

Defence system activated.

Warning, scallywags in the area!

Warning!

- Reprobates detected! - It's a trap. Run!

Amateurs.

I don't approve of setting bees on people,

but you shouldn't have been trespassing.

I just wanted to see how big it was.

Why?

The contest isn't for the biggest. It's for the heaviest.

I've seen small pumpkins with thick rinds

outweigh giants that were practically hollow.

It doesn't matter what the surface looks like.

What's inside is what makes a champion.

But everybody else has special tricks and technology.

If you waste all your time worrying about what other people are doing,

you'll never accomplish anything yourself.

You should marry him.

Anyway...

I don't want you two going near anyone else's pumpkins.

Folks round here are,

well, irrational about them.

There's no telling what they might do.

It's a scorcher today, Marge.

Let's get you cooled down.

I'll see you after my shift.

You grow big now!

I'm so sorry, Russ.

It's hard when they split on you.

Large Marge didn't split.

It's too early in the season. She wasn't big enough.

No.

She was murdered.

Steady on, mate. There's always next year's.

- Which one of you was it, eh? - Hey, hey.

I'll arrest you!

I'll arrest all of you!

Steady. Steady.

Calm, calm.

Shh! Nothing to see here.

Go away! Go on! Go on!

It's your first and last warning!

One more millimetre and it would've been curtains.

This means war. We have to post a guard around the clock.

From now on, we are on a war footing.

I'll sleep outside with him.

- That's ridiculous. - Nothing is ridiculous in war.

Will you stop saying "war"?

- Sorry, sorry. - I'll keep Toby with me.

Fine. But if it rains you come inside.

The new school term starts tomorrow.

I'll take day watch.

Thanks, Arlo.

You know what this means, don't you?

It means they're taking you seriously as a competitor.

- Really? - Yar.

Ned and Russell left a power vacuum.

The rest of the pack's fallen away.

Which leaves Gargana, the Smythe-Gherkins...

And you.

On that note,

I wanted to let you know that I've made a decision

to sell off the back stretch of land by the stream.

Because we made you go organic?

Because I choose to.

I just wanted you to hear it from me

instead of those crazies in town.

Excuse me, I... I have some errands.

Going...

Going...

Going and...

Sold!

To Mr Gregory from the Gargana Fertiliser company.

Thank you very much for coming.

Please...

leave.

Well, Miss Little, if I could, er,

trouble you to sign this, we're all finished.

I used to catch frogs in this stream when I was a little kid.

Aw, how lovely.

I'm sure it'll be just as pretty after we divert it.

Excuse me?

Oh... Here are the plans.

Yes, we're going to build a water feature outside the lab.

A waterfall, koi pond...

It'll be terrific morale for the staff.

But this will bypass my land.

I rely on this stream for irrigation water.

You're doing this because of the pumpkin contest.

Bit paranoid.

But yes.

I need to win that competition to keep my job.

It's nothing personal.

How is Oliver such a wonderful child with you as an example?

I could be persuaded to change my mind about the stream

if, say, you dropped out of the pumpkin contest.

And I'll add £50,000 to the purchase price of the land.

Charlie need know nothing about it.

The pumpkin could meet a seemingly natural end.

Get off my property, Mr Gregory.

Sorry to say, actually,

you're now on... on my property.

You just signed that there.

Oh!

Not long now, Peter.

We really have to win this.

I'm counting on you.

Ooh! It's huge!

Is there anything else I could do to help?

Not as big as the JX8, but still...

Weight's all in the rind. It could still be heavier than ours.

Wh-What's happening now?

What...

She's dancing.

- Dancing? - Yes.

Sort of a Macarena crossed with classic disco.

Kevin...

Yeah, yes.

Yes, Mr Gregory, I know what I must do.

Sorry, Oliver, I've been so distracted.

I promise you once this competition is out of the way

things will get better.

So, Charlie's pumpkin's getting pretty big.

I... I hear.

Yeah, she's really going for it.

Oh, that's interesting. I wonder why?

She wants the prize money so she can go and find her mum.

Is that right?

What did she tell you about her?

Don't worry, Peter. I'll never let anything bad happen to you.

I'll look after you till you're fully grown.

Promise.

Charlie!

Come inside, sweetheart, or you'll catch a cold.

He say anything interesting?

He doesn't really talk.

It's hard to explain.

Can you try?

It's more like I pick up his emotions.

He's going to do all he can to win.

He knows how important it is.

Well, I don't know whether this thing of yours is real or not.

But I do know you've taken good care of him.

And I've got to be extra careful tomorrow.

You know what some people like to do to pumpkins on Halloween.

I'm going to stay and watch Peter all day and all night.

Oh, you won't miss going trick-or-treating?

Nah. Never been.

Never?

- Your mum didn't... - She always had a party to be at.

Same when we were kids.

But you must have gone trick-or-treating?

Well, no.

But only because I was too busy here helping Mum and Dad.

Halloween was always big for the farm.

When we grew pumpkins that is.

If I get Arlo to watch Peter tomorrow night...

will you go trick-or-treating with me?

Hey! Hurry up!

Or all the good sweets will be hoovered up.

Ooh!

What you doing?!

- Didn't mean to scare you. - Weren't scared!

- I was just surprised. - Yeah, totally!

The name's Bond...

Jane Bond.

Oh...

You look cool, Aunt Dinah.

Thanks.

Go on... Go on, you two, have fun.

Don't worry about Peter. Me and him are on patrol, ain't we, Tobes?

He says "yeah" in dog.

You ready?

Let's do it.

Hi!

- Trick or treat? - Trick.

Kingdoms and queens

They all bow down to you

Branches and ranch hands are bowing too

And I've taken off my straw hat for you, singing

Here comes the sun again

Aunt Dinah?

Oof!

And the leaves on the trees

- They all call out your name - Come here!

Chrome on the freight line shines the same

Trick or treat!

Trick or treat!

- Happy Halloween, Dinah. - Thank you, Mr Rogers.

Here comes the sun again

Oh, but if you're gonna stay

Show some mercy today

Blow a little breeze on my face

- Yes! - Yes!

Singing, here comes the sun again

Here comes the sun again

Oh, yes!

I haven't had that much fun in...

ever.

I've been thinking.

How would you feel about making this whole thing official?

I mean, if you wanted...

- I could adopt... - Oh, oh!

Charlie!

Mum?

Aah!

I went to the care home to look for you,

but you weren't there. Oh!

I've been staying with Aunt Dinah.

Dinah.

Polly.

Don't you worry, baby girl.

Mum's here now.

I won't ever leave you ever again.

I don't even know why we're having this conversation.

She's my daughter and I'm taking her back.

End of story!

You gave up the right to Charlie

when you just upped and left.

I had to sort myself out.

And I have.

- I'm a vegan now. - Oh, my gosh!

I've got this new wellness routine

and it's transformed my breathing.

Well, congratulations for learning how to breathe!

This is just like you.

Whenever I do something to better myself,

you have to put it down.

It's not my fault you're still stuck here.

This isn't about me, and it isn't about you.

It's about Charlie and what's best for her!

What's best for her is to be with her mother!

We have a connection you couldn't ever understand.

And I've got Gaz now, a proper father figure for Charlie.

Is this off? I can never tell.

Shut up!

Oliver!

Oliver!

I told you never to come here.

Chill out! Nobody saw me.

- So what's the situation? - Well...

The Middlesbroughs' pumpkin bit the dust tonight.

And I chucked a few cans about,

you know, make it look like some teenagers

- were pulling a Halloween prank. - Excellent.

Oh! Oh, also, word on the street is,

no one's got one the size of yours,

except maybe the Smythe-Gherkins.

And maybe Dinah Little.

Ah, don't you worry about Dinah Little. I've taken care of her.

I offered her fifty grand to drop out of the contest.

Enough to save her farm but would you believe...

What?

- Hello? Kevin? - Mr Gregory.

The lab, the toilet roll, teenagers!

- Everywhere! - Oh, for goodness sake!

- Yeah, you should... - I'll be right there.

- All right, Kevin. Love you. - Bye. Love you too.

Ooh! Someone has toilet papered the laboratory.

I've got to get down there to make sure security isn't compromised.

- Dinah take the pay-off then? - No, she didn't.

Can you believe it?

But, er, I've made other arrangements.

Oh.

I'm done arguing.

I'll see you in court if I have to.

- Fine. I'll see you there. - Oh!

Did either of you think to ask me what I want?

Charlie, you're too young to know what you want.

- I want to go with you. - Aah!

See, Dinah,

it's not about us, it's about her.

Charlie.

Are you sure?

Sure.

Can I ask why?

She's my mum.

You're not.

Come on, sweetheart. Let's get your things.

We're leaving.

It's n... nice cheese. Hmm.

Well, this is it. A brand new start!

Are you excited?

Where are we going?

L.A., baby!

I can't believe I'm finally going to Hollywood.

I thought that's where you'd been for the last three years.

Well, yeah, sweetie, that was always the plan.

Now I've come into a bit of money, it can happen for real this time.

Anyway, no more child labour for you.

Getting muddy on some stupid farm.

Let's go.

Left?

But the contest is less than a week away.

- She didn't even say goodbye. - It's her decision.

She wanted to go with her mother.

Did you try to change her mind?

I made Charlie a promise.

That I would help her win that contest.

It is a promise I intend to keep.

You can help or not, it's up to you.

Well, he's already developing a fungal infection.

It's as if he misses Chazza.

We'll do what we can.

Right.

Dad, are you here?

We need some pumpkin medicine for Peter.

With Dinah and the kid out the way, your only real competition

are the Smythe-Gherkins.

Their pumpkin's well-guarded, but I can get to it.

Good, good.

Remember, no one gets hurt.

Do I look like that kind of fella to you?

I've told you, Boris, don't come to my house and don't come to my lab!

- If anyone knew... - Knew what, Dad?

That you had Boris sabotage the other pumpkins?

No, calm down. You don't understand.

Oh, I think I do, actually.

Charlie's mum didn't just come back, did she?

You arranged it, just to get rid of her.

Maybe I did but you said yourself

that Charlie wanted to find her mum and Boris told me that her mum

wanted her back, but couldn't afford it.

You paid Charlie's mum to take her?

Boris lied to you.

Charlie left a home where they loved her

for a place where they don't and it's all your fault.

Oliver...

our nice house, our nice clothes, your uni fund...

they cost money.

I need this job, and to keep this job,

I need to win this competition.

Don't you see? I did it for you.

You ruined Charlie's life because of me?

She was my friend. The first really good friend I've ever had.

And now she's gone, because of you.

Well, I'm sorry, Oliver.

Where is Charlie now?

Have you found me a new school to go to?

School?

When we get to L.A., I mean.

They'll be plenty of time for that, Charlie.

I reckon we should have a holiday first.

How about a road trip to Las Vegas?

Vegas, baby!

Shouldn't we call Aunt Dinah

and tell her we got to the airport hotel okay?

I don't want you speaking to her anymore.

Why don't you get me my purse?

I've seen a vending machine in reception.

Why don't you get yourself some chocolate? Mm?

As much as you want.

There.

Come on, babe, don't let it get cold.

No.

On behalf of Gargana Laboratories

I'd like to extend our sincerest apologies

for what has transpired.

And I'm sorry too, Dinah.

Their flights in three hours.

Barely enough time to get to the city, let alone...

You could always take my very fast car.

Oh, Mr Gregory!

Your dad's actually not that bad, Oliver.

What about Boris?

He'll still be out there smashing pumpkins.

Oh, don't worry about him. I made a few calls on the way over.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, nice try.

Ooh! Well, that's unexpected.

I... Gah! You're stronger than you look.

We'd like a word, Boris.

Okay. Yup, yup. Oh!

How big are your hands?

Aaagh!

Have the peasants gone now?

No, the pheasants are still there.

But we've got rid of those ghastly poor people.

Excellent.

Would all passengers on Flight 1802 to Los Angeles

please proceed to Gate D7 for boarding.

That's us, Charlie!

Come on!

- Charlie? - Hurry up, Polly.

- I wanna say hello to the pilot. - I'll catch you up.

What's wrong?

- You nervous about flying? - No.

What is it then?

We don't want to miss it, do we?

I broke my promise.

Promise?

To who?

To Peter.

Peter?

You mean... your pumpkin?

I promised I'd be there for him till he was fully grown,

and look after him every day.

But I just left and he won't understand why.

It'll eat him up inside.

Sweetie...

it's just a vegetable.

It doesn't matter!

If you love someone and they're yours to look after,

you don't just leave.

Not if you really love them.

This is the final boarding call for Flight 1802 to Los Angeles.

Please make your way to Gate D7 for boarding.

Sorry, excuse me.

Boarding pass and passport, please.

Sorry, excuse me. This is an emergency.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Boarding pass and passport?

Sorry, you don't understand. I've got to get through.

- I've got to stop that flight. - What's the flight?

It's L.A.

It's gone.

Sorry, love.

Boarding pass and passport, please.

Can you step forward?

Aunt Dinah!

Charlie!

I thought you'd gone.

She knows everything.

Sorry, Dinah.

I'm just no good at the whole... nurturing thing.

Never have been.

It's why I ran away in the first place.

It's why I ran away from you too.

You don't have to come with me, Charlie.

You should go wherever makes you happy.

Thank you.

That's the sweetest thing I've ever seen.

Peter.

It's as if without you he lost the will to survive.

He's angry with me.

Well, you'd better apologise then.

I'm so sorry for abandoning you, Peter.

He's growing again.

Faster every second.

But the contest's in five days.

Oh, it's not enough time!

It'll have to be.

"Bedtime tales and twinkling skies...

bring magic to pumpkins big and wise."

Oh, place your hands

On my hope

Run your fingers...

"In 1943, when Stalin thwarted his enemies' allies and..."

Oh, and the way that I feel right now

Oh Lord, it may go, yeah!

So place your hands

On my hope

Run your fingers

Through my soul

All right!

Oh, and the way that we feel right now

Oh Lord, it may go

Put your hands on

Beginning winch procedure on my mark.

Put your hands on! Put your hands on!

Three, two, one.

Put your hands on! Put your hands on!

Put your hands on! Put your hands on!

Put your hands on! Put your hands on!

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,

welcome to Mugford Pumpkinfest!

The big, big pumpkin weigh-in is about to begin!

Pumpkins!

Put your hands on! Put your hands on!

Put your hands on! Put your hands on!

Put your hands on! Put your hands on!

Hey, you did great.

Let's go win a contest.

With only three contestants left,

no one has hit the 160 stone.

That's a ton to you and me.

Next up, we have the man

who's gonna hope to blind us with science.

Representing Gargana fertilisers, it's Donald Gregory!

Come on!

Come on!

Boo!

Hi. Hi.

- Take it. - Yeah.

Erm, yeah, this is the JX8.

Er, we grew it in the Gargana labs

with nutrients and, erm...

HS2 fertiliser.

HS2 fertiliser.

- Great! Great! - Shall I...?

Yeah, do it. Wonderful.

- Let's squash up the scale! - Squash up the scale!

156 stone!

A new world record!

Oh, JX8!

You beautiful... ...bio-engineered...

...monster!

Oh! Congratulations! We did it!

It's far from over, folks.

This is it, Charlie.

I just want you to know, whatever happens...

I'm so proud of you.

And I...

I love you too, Aunt Dinah.

And when Peter wins, all the prize money is going to save the farm.

Our next contestant is a newcomer

to the field of competitive pumpkin growing.

It's the girl who says she can speak to pumpkins.

It's Charlie Little!

Go on, Chazza!

So, kid, if you can talk to it, what's your pumpkin called?

Peter.

- Peter what? - Peter Little.

Little? Doesn't look very little, does it?

There he is. Go on, Peter!

Wow! Look at that.

Right, let's...

Squash up the scale!

Good luck.

Aunt Dinah.

He's still growing!

That's impossible.

Well, he's doing it.

Come on, Peter, grow!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, Charlie!

Come on, Charlie!

There goes my job.

159 stone!

A new world record but just shy of the ton.

Wait!

He wants to talk to you.

Peter...

You've made me fall back in love with my farm.

You brought us together.

I can't thank you enough.

Look! Look, look!

She's done it!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Charlie Little has broken an imperial ton!

Now just a minute!

This isn't over, not by a long chalk.

Go home!

As defending champions, the Smythe-Gherkins

- retain the right to go last. - Absolutely.

Your right, your ladyship.

And according to the rules,

if more than one entry breaks a ton,

the prize money goes to the heavier pumpkin.

What's the name of your pumpkin?

Don't be ridiculous, man. Pumpkins don't have names.

Anyway, here we go.

Don't clap 'em.

For the last time, let's...

Squash that scale!

Yeah!

In their poor faces!

Oh, what a shocker.

The Smythe-Gherkins are the champions, again!

And they win one hundred thousand pounds!

Thank you so very, very much.

Thank you for your support and...

You all right?

I wanted to save the farm.

We'll get by somehow.

You're not sad we didn't win?

Charlie... I feel like I did.

- I want to say well done to Peter. - Okay.

You did great.

Let's be good sports about it.

Congratulations.

Charlie!

It's in pain.

Like I feel when I've eaten too much chocolate.

What a beautiful piece of veg!

And I've got a good idea why.

Move!

That's it. Great.

What are you doing?

Shut up, red queen!

Please could we have security?

Security?

Security, please!

Give me that hailer, Emcee Pumpkin Patch.

She's juiced!

It's an old trick, seen it before.

You slice the top off, then you drill a hole,

and you fill the pumpkin full of water.

And then you glue the stem back on.

- Boo! - Cheater!

It was her idea! She made me do it!

- What?! - I'm off!

Come back here, you!

Come on now, settle down, settle down. Simmer, please.

Come on, please. Thank you.

Let me talk to the judges, thank you.

Under Section 36B of the Mugford Pumpkinfest code of conduct,

juicing of a pumpkin is illegal.

Disqualified.

Oh! We have a decision.

They've ruled that Charlie Little is the winner!

She's just won one hundred thousand pounds!

Gosh!

You did it!

We did it.

Go on!

Hello, everybody. Welcome to the Little Pumpkin Farm.

This way's our organic produce

and pick your own fruit.

That way's our pumpkin field.

Where's the rewilded nature trail?

Just up that way.

Is that the old, abandoned Smythe-Gherkin estate?

That's right. Purchased for a knockdown price

after they left town rather suddenly.

But that's a whole other story.

Less sun.

A change of music.

I think something...

upbeat.

Oh, and don't forget to dance for them.

Arlo.

Look, this might be quite tough for you,

but I wanted to introduce you to my new girlfriend.

- Meg. - Hi.

I knew something was going on when she came back

three times in one week to get rhubarb.

Who eats that much rhubarb?

No one should eat that much rhubarb.

- No. - No.

- It's nice to meet you. - And you.

And good luck with him.

Thanks!

You're being very brave about this.

I'll survive.

We'll see.

Aw! Reckon they make a nice couple.

All right, you, back to work, thank you.

Right you are, boss. Apples!

Get your apples!

Two for one!

Whoop!

- All ready for the contest? - Yep, let's load him up.

Come on, everybody! It's starting! Come on!

He's a beast, Charlie.

What did you call him this year?

Peter 2.

Charlie!

What the hell have you got there?!

Look, Mama, no hands!

Ah, please!

Please!

Oh, there he goes!

I can't believe how much stuff kids need for school these days.

It's not like they even... ch... ch...

Choo-choo-choo! Choo-choo-choo!

Choo-choo-choo! Choo-choo!

This is the great Reginald...

I've forgotten his name.

- Lord Reginald Smythe-Gherkin. - Thank you very much.

Who said anything about paying?

I's got a plop man.

Yar.

Hurry up!

We'll get you cleaned up. You're all covered in Marge juice.

Oh, Marge!

Oh, yar!

- Do you want me to hold that? - No!

Yay!

Hurry up, Polly. We need to g-g...

I made that up.

Are you insured because it's very ex...

- Cut there! - Cut there!

- Security! - Give me that here, Alan Carr!

Aw! Congratulations! We did it!

We did it!

We did it!

You, babe, it's you.

Thank you for watching!