Original subtitles

THUNDER RUMBLES

WIND HOWLS

Are you all right?

Yeah. Just thinking about Worzel.

Wish he'd agreed to spend the night in the barn.

Oh, he's a scarecrow, he's seen more thunderstorms than you've had

hot dinners, and you know he wouldn't feel comfortable spending

the night with a roof over his head, even a leaky one.

What if he got struck by lightning?

Are you joking?

He'd love that - we'd never hear the end of it!

THUNDER CLAPS

DOOR OPENS

All right, kids?

Now, Reenie said I should come and check on you,

said you might be scared with the storm.

Oh, right. Thanks.

Are you...scared of the storm?

Not really.

No? Do you want me to stay and read you a story?

No, we're fine, thanks.

Cup of cocoa?

No, thanks.

Right.

I might go and make myself one.

Mr B?

Yeah?

Are you scared of the storm?

Me? No, no!

Well, maybe just a little bit.

Night.

HE CACKLES

Gold is a storm!

This is just a light shower!

HE CACKLES

This is just drizzle, that's all this is.

You can do better than that. Boo!

HE CACKLES, THUNDER BOOMS

That's more like it!

How do, Winter George? Rough night, huh?

You find somewhere safe to shelter?

What you got there? WINTER GEORGE TWEETS

It can't be, can it? You're pulling my leg!

Muddy boots, I think you're right! We need some binoculars.

COCKEREL CROWS

But they've already got slugs in their kitchen cos, well...

Well, they come under the door at night,

and then they leave all these silvery trails

all over the floor and up the wall.

Well, it's just a problem, isn't it, really? And I hate slugs!

Some mornings,

she swears they've written messages for her!

SHE LAUGHS

She swears!

What you need, when it's raining, really,

is a hedgehog or a toad or...

..get rid of it, really.

It's just one of them problems, though, isn't it? Oh!

Anyway, get this washing out.

Oh, it's coming out. HE MOUTHS

Oh! Oh, it looks nice now, doesn't it?

But I'd put your wellies on, if you want to go out.

BOTTLES SMASH

SHE SIGHS

Oh, bloomin' cat!

HE WHISTLES

That weren't me what broke them bottles.

Yes, it was.

I never touched 'em!

Yes, you did.

I hope somebody swept up those bits of broken glass, could be dangerous.

How do, chillens?

How do, scarecrow? Lovely day.

Ain't it just? Here, smashing storm last night. Did you see it?

Kept me awake.

Did you bring your magical eye tubes?

Yeah, here. But why do you need them? What's so urgent?

Here.

You know what this is from? A crow?

It is and it isn't. Here, I'll show you.

Whoa! What's that?

This? This is my scarecrow handbook.

All scarecrows are issued one when they graduate. The trick is

to add to it things that you learn as you go.

So, quick lesson in crows.

You've got your common crows, your rooks, your ravens,

you've got your Jackie Ds, your Maggie Ps and your jay birds.

But the rarest crow of all, seaside bird - hardly never seen in land.

The chough.

Glossy black plumage, bright red legs and beak.

They are utterly ludicrous.

Amazing! What? I think they look amazing!

Stupid, more like. Look at it - looks like it's wearing tights!

But that's what that's from, I'd stake my stake on it.

Well, it must have been blown here by the storm.

Just the feather or the whole bird? Because, you see,

to scare a chough, for a scarecrow,

well, it'll go down in scarecrow lore.

Oh! How do, pal? What did you find out?

WINTER GEORGE CHIRPS

Yeah?

Told you - a whole flock of 'em,

a clattering of choughs up on Home Farm.

Let's get over there now.

Windy old weather

Stormy old weather

When the wind blows

We'll all pull together.

There!

Here, have a look up there.

Winter George said they'd be up the top end.

Oh, there! Is that them?

There they are. One, two, three, four...

Must be half a baker's dozen of them. Idiots!

What are you waiting for? Hm? Go scare them.

Shall I? Go on! Shall I?

Wait, I can't scare 'em out of somebody else's field.

Why not?

It don't count unless I scare 'em out of Ten-Acre Field.

Well, they're not in Ten-Acre Field, so this might be your only chance.

No, no, no! If it's to be official,

I'm going to have to get 'em back to my pad.

Here.

How are we going to get them to come to Ten-Acre Field, then?

Well, let's think. Birds always go where the food is.

So, what, a bag of grain?

No, no, no, no, no, no - choughs don't eat grain,

they likes worms and crawly-creepers.

Watch out, Worzel, there's Mrs Perkins.

Hello!

Hello, Susan! Hello, John! Where are you off to?

Been bird-watching.

Oh, lovely! See anything interesting?

Actually, yeah, there was a flock of choughs up on Home Farm.

Well, I never! Really? Oh, that must be very unusual.

Well done, you!

See ya! Bye-bye!

What did you tell her for?

What? Mrs Perkins? What's she going to do?

She might try and scare them herself!

I doubt it. Did you see how fast she moves?

Even so, don't tell no-one else.

Keep it under your hats till I have a chance to have a go at 'em.

Don't worry, Mrs Perkins won't tell anyone.

I'll spend the night getting the worms up to the top.

Come the morning, the choughs will be here to eat them.

As soon as they're settled, as soon as they're comfortable, boom,

I'll scare 'em so bad they turn yellow.

And I suggest, if you want to witness my triumph,

you get down here early.

And how are you going to get the worms to the top?

I'll charm 'em. Charm them how?

With dance.

Pardon?

I'll charm them through the medium of dance.

They gets nervous of vibration, see, think a mole's coming to get them,

so all the worms leg it, in a manner of speaking, up to the surface.

I'll spend the night coaxing them up.

By dancing?

Tap dancing.

HE SCOFFS You cannot tap dance!

Can.

Go on, then.

HE CLICKS TONGUE

Watch the hands, not the feet - it's all in the hands.

See you tomorrow, Worzel!

Cheerio, chillens!

HENS CLUCK

So, have you got any plans for tomorrow?

We were going to get up early, actually.

Ooh! John spotted a flock of rare birds today.

Rare birds? What rare birds?

Choughs.

Where? Here? Up at Home Farm.

Are you sure? I've never heard the like.

I didn't know you were a bird-watcher, Mr B.

I'm not, I'm a farmer.

Makes sense, doesn't it,

that I should know what birds are eating my crops?

Did you tell anyone else?

No.

Well, only Mrs Perkins from the village.

Oh, marvellous!

HE EXHALES

I'm going to chop some firewood.

Oh, I hate it when he chops firewood.

But we have central heating.

Exactly.

Sorry, did I say something wrong?

Henry used to be a twitcher.

A twitcher? When he was younger, he used to...

Twitch?

..spot birds. Oh.

Is that what a twitcher is, a bird-watcher?

They don't watch birds - they spot them.

And they're only interested in spotting as many different

species as they can, ticking them off a list.

He used to race all round the country

whenever a rare one was seen.

So, why did he give it up?

I don't know - he just...stopped one day.

He never talks about it.

Whenever the subject comes up, he chops wood.

Has anyone seen my axe?

THEY TALK AMONGST THEMSELVES

Who is it?

Twitchers.

There's no room here, you'll have to go further up.

This is my land. You're all on my land!

Don't tell me where I can and can't go.

This is a public right of way.

More's the pity. Well, you'd better not leave a mess.

There they are - in Ten-Acre Field.

Uh, here, have a look.

No, I don't need those. I can see 'em from here.

They'd better not stay for long - that's all I can say.

And that scarecrow's next to useless.

They're not even bothered by it!

Hello! Oh!

This is exciting! Are they in our field?

What's going on? Who's that cake for?

Well, I thought these people might like a piece of cake.

Just being friendly - they're guests on our land.

Yeah, guests that weren't invited. You're only encouraging 'em, look!

They won't be off any time soon

while there's a bloomin' cake festival going on!

Oh, stop exaggerating!

It's like Glastonbury...with cake!

Ha!

Look, he's got one on his head. Oh!

Oh...

SHE LAUGHS

SHE LAUGHS

HE SIGHS

BIRD SQUAWKS

Get away with you, you Cornish nincompoop!

BIRD SQUAWKS

Bad!

HE SPITS

BIRD SQUAWKS

Poor Worzel, he must be so frustrated.

Well, how long do you think the twitchers will stay?

As long as the birds do.

Let's go and see Earthy Mangold, see what she thinks.

Poor Worzel.

They're all gathered at his feet.

And on his head.

And he's got 100 telescopes pointing at him,

so he couldn't even move to scare them.

SHE CHUCKLES

Earthy!

Oh, I am sorry. I shouldn't laugh,

but the thought of Worzel so close

to a clattering of choughs and not being able to scare them off!

SHE LAUGHS

Oh, he must be spitting twigs.

He didn't look happy when we left.

What ARE you doing with those DVDs, Earthy?

Hiding them away, that's what I'm doing. Silly things.

Gardener strings them up all over the place to scare away the birds.

He thinks he's helping.

Well, don't they work?

Work too well - scare everything away. Some birds are helpful.

Look.

If you scare away the song thrush,

who will eat the snails?

And if you don't have blue tits,

you'll definitely have greenfly.

No, bird-scaring should be left to the professionals.

But it's good to recycle, find new ways of using things.

Certainly. But I think we can find a better use for these.

Well, what should we do about Worzel?

Nothing you can do, is there?

Don't worry about him.

Do him good to stay in his patch for more than ten minutes,

always wandering off.

He should have scared them when he had the chance, scared them back

to the coast, instead of waiting and

trying to get in the record books.

No.

One of the others will get there first.

Others?

Other scarecrows.

Ha! Nature loves to gossip.

It won't be long before others hear the news and start turning up.

Oh, hello. Are you off?

They've gone to roost for the night.

But they'll be back. See you tomorrow.

Worzel, they've gone now, so you can relax.

Are you sure?

HE SIGHS

What a day!

Couldn't move a muscle up there with all those eyes on me.

Oh, felt like a caged armadillo!

Now I've lost my chance to scare

the choughs, mumble, grumble.

The twitchers reckon they'll be back tomorrow.

Yeah, well, it'll be exactly the same tomorrow

as it was today, won't it?

And I won't be able to do a stupid thing about it, mumble, grumble.

We really felt for you, Worzel. Felt awful.

Really?

I thought I saw you enjoying a slice of cake at one point.

We did have a slice of cake, to be fair.

Nice, was it?

It was all right.

It was a bit dry, but...

NEWS REPORTER: I'm afraid there are several road closures

in the north of the county due to fallen trees and power lines.

With localised flooding causing disruption

until at least early afternoon, it's looking pretty grim, I'm afraid.

But now with the funny story at the end of the news,

here's Hazel Diamond.

Thanks, Colin, and we'll be back at the same time tomorrow, coming...

I saw that.

Saw what?

You fancy Hazel Diamond off the TV.

I do not!

Do you fancy Hazel Diamond off the TV?

No, I do not fancy Hazel Diamond off the TV!

You always get this soppy grin whenever she comes on!

I can assure you, I do not.

Don't even know who you're talking about. Whoa, sh, listen!

Could this be the most useless scarecrow in the country?

One of our viewers sent in this poor-quality

footage of the... Oh, that's your scarecrow!

..on Scatterbrook, where bird-watching enthusiasts have

gathered by the dozen to see a flock of rare coughs.

Not only were they treated to clear views of the birds,

but when one of them

used the scarecrow as a perch, it was an amusing cherry on the cake.

Oh!

Oh!

Here, this is what I need, and this is what I'm going to get.

The Scare-o-matic 5000 pneumatic bird-scarer.

Makes a loud noise every few minutes using compressed air,

scares away all the pests.

You can't get one of them. They're horrible.

Well, it'll be more use than that bundle of sticks that's

out there now. And now it's been on the news, every twitcher in the

country's going to be coming round here. You'd better start baking more

cakes, Reenie! Bunch of bloomin'...

Mr B?

Yeah, what?

Why did you give up bird-watching?

I was good, really good.

I had all the equipment,

species list as long as your arm.

I even had a nickname - "The Bird Man".

Nice.

Well, what happened?

This one year, I got into a competition with my deadly rival

to see who could spot the most species in 12 months.

You had a deadly bird-watcher rival?

Yeah, fella by the name of Lee Dangerman - bit of a twerp.

Anyway, end of the year, we were neck and neck on 523 species each,

when I got a call that a great bustard had been spotted

on the Norfolk Broads!

Well, I had to get there before Dangerman.

I jumped in the car.

Four hours it took me in the rain, and when I got there...

..turns out it had all been a wind-up.

It was a prank call.

There was no bustard.

Who made the call?

Three guesses.

Lee Dangerman.

I never proved it, but while I was driving to Norfolk,

he was on his way to Dorset, where he spotted an even rarer bird,

or so he claims...

..so I lost the competition.

And I've never touched a pair of binoculars since.

That's a sad story.

Hm.

Oh, well, I'm going to go and lock up the barn.

Mr Braithwaite, what was the even rarer bird?

The one that Lee Dangerman spotted?

Red-knobbed coot.

THEY LAUGH

Morning! Have you heard? They're back.

Haven't any of you got jobs to go to?

No!

Any chance of some more of that cake?

You're kidding me!

Are you the farmer?

I'm a farmer, yes. This is my farm.

Will I be able to get this up the track?

Are you serious?

And the catering truck behind me?

HORN BEEPS What?!

And a Portaloo?

No, I'm sorry, you can't just turn up here with your convoy

and expect me to... VAN DOOR SHUTS

SWEEPING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC

Mr Braithwaite. Hazel Diamond from Good Evening Wessex News.

Can I call you Henry? Is it Henry or Harry?

Harry. Ah, Henry!

So amazingly generous of you to welcome these enthusiasts

on to your land, and us and all our vehicles, too.

Well, I...

It must be such a headache for you.

Oh, no, it's... It's not forever, is it...Hazel?

We just want to interview a couple of the bird-watchers, and I'd love

to get you on camera, grab a few words, get your side of things.

Would you be up for it? Oh, I don't know...

Wonderful! See you soon.

Oh...

Hazel Diamond, off the TV?!

Yes!

What do you mean, she's up Ten-Acre Field?

She is, I've just met her!

Hazel Diamond, the one you fancy?

I do not fancy her!

DOOR SHUTS

Now, have you seen my good shirt?

Hey up, farmer, just wondering where your scarecrow went.

Did you move it?

I haven't touched it.

To be honest, our viewers were more interested in the funny

scarecrow than the coughs.

HE CLEARS THROAT Choughs.

So, if you could find it, put it back.

I was just looking for Hazel.

She's over there, speaking to the guy who first spotted them.

First spotted what? The choughs?

I saw them first.

Who's saying they saw them before me?

I'm here now with the man who first spotted the rare birds.

Yep, yep, yep, I saw them first, before anybody else - it were easy.

It must have been very exciting.

No, not really.

When you've seen as many exciting birds as I have, it starts

to get quite boring.

Is it right that you hold the bird-watching record?

That's me.

I once met Chris Packham,

and he said I were a better bird-watcher than he was.

Not my words - Chris Packham's words.

Wow.

Have you seen a penduline tit?

We'll cut there.

I have.

Henry! Where's your scarecrow?

He was the star of the show.

Do my eyes deceive me? Is that the lesser-spotted Braithwaite?

Good one.

The great crested Henry Braithwaite?

Very good, very funny.

The long-tailed...

We get it, Lee.

Lee? Is this Lee Dangerman?

The one and only - nobody I'd rather be.

Introducing Lee "needs no introduction" Dangerman.

Seen any great bustards recently, Henners?

You... You said you wanted to grab a few words.

Oh, there's no need now, Henry.

I think we got everything we need from Lee here.

That's a lovely shirt, though.

Right, time to put an end to this.

We can go and look for the scarecrow. Surely it can't be far.

You do as you like - I've got other plans.

Now I feel bad for Worzel AND Mr B.

Those choughs have brought nothing but bad luck.

Where can he be?

Worzel wouldn't have completely abandoned his post, would he?

Psst! Oi! Up here!

Come on.

You all right, Worzel?

Yeah, yeah, smashing, yeah. Turfed off me own turf, mumble, grumble.

Slept under a hedge.

Hey, Worzel, guess what?

Last night, we saw you on TV - you're famous.

I ain't much bothered about that, I'm afraid, it don't interest me.

I'm more worried about these bloomin' red-legs.

Worried about them? I thought you wanted to scare them.

Of course I's worried about them.

I don't just scare willy-nilly for the sake of scaring.

I scares for very good reasons.

These Cornish bugwits need to go home.

They don't belong here, cos they belong by the sea.

Things are out of balance.

When things are out of balance, it's easy for 'em

to topple over completely.

I want to scare 'em, certainly, but it's for their own good

and for the good of all.

I once drove 350 miles to see a blue-footed booby.

Did you? Yep.

Did you know that in the bird kingdom the males are usually

far more colourful than the females?

Are they? Yep.

Hey!

What's the farmer doing?

HORN BEEPS

Oh, no!

What is it?

HE GROANS

What the golly-goff almighty is that?

It's the Scare-o-matic 5000.

The what-a-whatic what?

It's a compressed-air bird-scarer and it makes a really loud bang.

Why does everyone think they can do my job, eh?

Why does everybody think it's so easy?

I don't go round telling other people how to do their jobs, do I?

Bird-scaring should be left to the professionals.

That's what Earthy said.

Oi, you can't do that!

Hey, that's not fair!

Oi, you spoilsport!

Come on, Henners, play the game!

I hope you can sleep at night!

MACHINE WHINES

LAUGHTER

It didn't work!

It weren't loud enough! It just blew a raspberry! Did you see?

LAUGHTER

See? It ain't as easy as it looks.

Takes years to master my job.

Now, the way I see it, we've got two problems here - birds and humans.

So, how are we going to get rid of these...tremblers?

Twitchers. They could be here till the next rare bird's reported.

OK, well, then, why don't we tell them

another rare bird's been spotted somewhere else?

They'll never fall for it.

Wait.

Waiting.

What if there really was another rare bird?

I think I know what you're getting at.

Do you?

Actually, no. What are you getting at?

There's that falconry centre over in Penfold.

We went there with Mr and Mrs B. They've got loads of exotic birds.

With the tawny eagle? It's massive.

They're not just going to lend you an eagle, are they?

"Excuse me, can I borrow an eagle?"

I wasn't thinking of borrowing one.

Stealing one?

How about asking one?

Worzel, can you speak eagle?

I can't, I'm afraid, but I knows a man who can.

WINTER GEORGE CHIRPS

EAGLE SQUAWKS

WINTER GEORGE CHIRPS

EAGLE SQUAWKS

WINTER GEORGE CHIRPS

Did you see the farmer with the bird-scarer?

Did you get it on camera?

Yes.

Yep, got all of that.

Is that going to be the funny bit at the end of the news -

Braithwaite with the bird-scarer?

Possibly.

Unless something funnier happens.

It were funny because the sound it made went something like...

EAGLE SCREECHES

TWITCHERS GASP

What is it?

There, look! Some sort of eagle!

Tawny eagle. Kelvin, the camera!

It's packed away. Here it comes!

Where? Where?!

Where?! Argh! Oof!

THEY GASP AND CLAP

Unbelievable! Where?!

EAGLE SCREECHES Oh!

Where?!

Didn't you see it? What a shame. Gosh, that was fantastic!

Mission accomplished. Look at that!

Flock of choughs to scare and no humans to see me.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Go and scare them quick before you lose your chance again.

Just try and stop me.

Watch and be awe-struck.

HE YELLS

HE YELLS

Get away with you!

HE YELLS

Argh! Shoo!

Oh, dear.

Ah, he's lost his touch.

They're not going anywhere.

What's wrong with you?!

Oh, he can't be giving up.

They're too fat and full of worms.

And they've got too used to humans.

My position has been compromised and I'm thinking of resigning my post.

Don't be dramatic.

If I, Worzel Gummidge, the Scarecrow of Scatterbrook,

can't scare a chough, then we're in trouble.

Well, why don't you ask for help from the other scarecrows?

They could be days getting here.

They tend to dilly-dally, get distracted.

They're not the sharpest tools in the box.

Rude!

Who said that?

Er, nobody.

Oh, beg pardon.

I thought I heard someone.

As I was saying, running out of time...

Hang on!

Clarty, is that you in there?

Oh, uh, how do, Worzel?

Fancy seeing you here!

What are you talking about? This is my patch! What are YOU doing here?

Someone said there were choughs.

Who said?

HMS Odney.

No, I didn't.

Odney?

It was Lofty Mawkin.

No, it wasn't - it was Rustle Sprouter.

It wasn't me!

How long have you lot been here?

Why didn't you show your fizzogs?

We wanted to give you some space, mate, you know,

give you a chance to scare 'em yourself.

Yeah, well, you'll have seen how that turned out.

But it's good you're here, chums, and just in the nick of time.

Just... Just a minute. What did you mean

when you said we weren't the sharpest tools in the box?

Hammers.

You what?

Well, hammers aren't sharp, are they?

Uh... No, I suppose they're not, no.

You don't get much more useful than a hammer, do you?

That's what I meant!

What kind of a tool box would a tool box be

with nails but nary a hammer?

Um... None.

Exactly!

So, let's stop quibbling and get on with the job in hand.

Glad we cleared that up.

Here, which way did it go?

Out my way!

Did you see it? Which way did it go?

That one is rare, that - the tawny eagle.

If I can verify it,

it'll be the first time a wild one's been spotted in the UK.

But you didn't see it.

Let me through!

There! Where? Up in the sky!

Obviously, up in the sky! Which direction? I can't see it!

There, Kelvin, right up there.

There it is.

The tawny eagle.

Tick, got that one. Next.

Where do you think it came from?

That one? That one's from Botswana.

Came all the way up the Okavango Delta.

I'd stake my reputation on it.

Well, it's coming closer.

Is it? Not bothered. Already seen it.

EAGLE SQUAWKS

LAUGHTER

Did you get it? Did you get it on camera?

Got it.

Hello, studio?

This is Hazel Diamond. I've got the funny story for the end of the news.

Was you here to see this fiasco?

It was a flop.

A failure. A farce.

What a waste! Ugh! Look at 'em.

There they are, oily twerps!

Be nice, please!

So how are we going to do this?

I reckons we've only got the one chance.

I've been dying to get my hands on them for a week.

A week? They only showed up the day before yesterday.

No, they was here before that.

Saturday and Sunday they were up over Pike Turn Lane.

Was they? Was they?

So they wasn't blown here by the storm?

More likely they was flying ahead of it. Knew it was coming.

Because they were scared of it.

Scared of the storm.

That's what these choughs are afraid of.

We've got to make them think there's another storm

coming in the opposite direction to scare them all the way home again.

OK, so what are the signs that a storm's on its way?

Rain?

No, that's a sign a storm's already here.

There's far more subtler signs that a storm's on its way.

A sense of foreboding, for example.

Lofty, can you take charge of that?

Eh? Ooh, ooh!

Um, aching joints and knees in the elderly.

Good one, Clarty. You take care of that. Oh, but...

And then a strange smell.

John, you can sort that out.

What? How do you want me to make a strange smell?

How do you normally do it? CHUCKLING

John's right - there must be easier ways.

Can't we re-use this somehow?

Throw it at 'em.

No, we don't want to hurt them!

Robot costumes?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah!

This is shiny, like those DVDs Earthy said scare everything.

RUMBLING

RUMBLING STOPS

Eureka!

IMAGINARY APPLAUSE

The winds that blow in from the west

Will fell the strongest tree

And take with it the precious life

That lives within the leaves

Winds high

Winds low

Will change the way we thrive

Winds high

Winds low

No matter, we will grow

The winds that blow in from the east

Will scare the birds the least

They'll sit and stare beneath the stars

And crow to taunt the beast

Winds high

Winds low

Will change the way we thrive

Winds high

Winds low

No matter, we will grow.

THUNDEROUS CLATTER

CHOUGHS SQUAWK, SCARECROWS CHEER

SCARECROWS CHEER AND LAUGH

THEY LAUGH

And then the farmer gets this great big bird-scaring contraption,

puts it in my field...

The Scare-o-matic 5000.

Scare-o-matic 5000. He starts it up, and it goes...

Clarty, do the noise.

HE CLEARS THROAT

HE TRUMPETS

THEY LAUGH

Oh... Oh...

Do it again.

HE TRUMPETS

THEY LAUGH

But those poor birds are homeward bound, aren't they, Worzel?

Winging their way westwards as we speak, Earthy.

The whole operation was a raving success.

Well, I think you all deserve a prize.

A prize?

What, us? Yes, I think so.

When scarecrows all work together for the common good,

they should get a prize.

What kind of prize?

A medal.

Yes! That's one of the best kinds of prizes! I'd love a medal!

Well, then, line up in an orderly fashion and be serious.

Getting a medal is a very serious occasion.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

And in the funny story at the end of the news,

these bird-watchers thought this eagle was a once-in-a-lifetime

sighting, only to find out it was an escaped pet!

LAUGHTER

Reenie!

HMS Odney.

Clarty.

Lofty Mawkin.

Rustle Sprouter.

And Worzel Gummidge.

I hereby declare you all

members of the most fantastic

guild of scare choughs.

Three hips! Hip, hip!

THEY CHEER

Windy old weather

Stormy old weather

When the wind blows

We'll all pull together

Windy old weather

Stormy old weather

When the wind blows

We'll all pull together

Windy old weather

Stormy old weather

When the wind blows

We'll all pull together.

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