Lockie Leonard (2007–2010): Season 1, Episode 19 - Lockie Takes the Cake - full transcript
Lockie is stressed out. Out of the 365 days in the year, why did Vicky and Phillip have to be born on the same one? Desperate for money to buy two presents, Lockie and Egg try their hand at busking. Mum gets a new bread machine. Bead Boy helps make Vicky's birthday party truly unforgettable.
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- There
are 365 days in the year.
So, with all those days to choose from,
how is it that two of
the most important people
in my life are born on the same day?
Vicki's birthday and Phillip's
birthday all at once.
It's full-on stuff.
Sometimes things happen that
are right out of your control.
- That's the
biggest cake I've ever seen.
- Yeah.
Mum's gone a bit overboard.
- So, is your dad letting you out
of prison tomorrow for your birthday?
- No, I'm still a prisoner.
- Vicki was grounded.
Ever since Curtis and his bogan mates
broke her parents' table.
- Dude.
Yes.
- But he's letting me have a lunch
and I'm allowed to invite one friend.
You have to come.
- New furniture?
- This is the most expensive
new table in history.
Dad, can Lockie come to my birthday party?
- Lockie?
I don't know any Lockie.
- Yes, you do.
He came to the river with us.
- Lockie.
You mean that clown that can't water ski?
- That'd be right.
He forgets my name, but
has to remember this.
- Aaargh!
- Stupid kid nearly wrecked everything.
- Dad, this is Lockie.
- Yes, good.
Hello.
- Can he come to my birthday party?
- Well, of course, kitten.
I'm the one who told you to invite him.
Silly duffer.
- Mum, Lockie's coming to my party.
- That's nice.
Barry?
Where are we going to put the new table?
- Outside of course.
- I'm not having it
damaged by the weather.
- It's an outdoor table!.
- What am I supposed to wear?
- Something special.
- Is this okay?
- No, you need to get dressed up.
- Vicki is wearing fancy dress.
A very fancy dress.
- Back home, unlike me,
Phillip wasn't giving his
birthday too much thought.
- Yeah, it's my birthday.
It's my birthday.
It's my birthday.
Yeah, my birthday.
- It's not your birthday
till tomorrow, Phillip.
- Yeah, it's my birthday.
Joy, have you seen?
What's that?
- I bought a bread maker.
- Did we win the lottery?
- I couldn't afford not to buy it, Sarge.
This thing's gonna save
us thousands of dollars.
- How?
- We won't have to buy any more bread.
- Sounds cool.
So long as you leave plenty of
cash for my birthday present.
- I could use it to
make your birthday cake.
- It's a bread maker.
- Well, cake, bread, not much difference.
- Mum, I need a costume.
Vicki's having a birthday party tomorrow.
It's fancy dress.
- As long as you still
come to my birthday lunch.
- Double-booked.
- Of course.
I'll go to both.
- And I'll make you a costume.
- Really?
With this new bread maker,
I'll have free time to do other things.
I'll make you the best costume ever.
- I was thinking of a pirate.
Like in the movies.
- You'll be the best pirate.
"Bread making step by step
"with your friendly guide, Bread Boy."
- The
first time I saw Bread Boy,
the little cartoon guy in
Mum's bread making book,
I had no idea how much he
would come to mean in my life.
- Lockie, guess what I
want for my birthday?
- I don't know.
What do you want?
- I'm thinking sheets,
Egyptian cotton sheets.
The ones with the really
high thread count.
It's a reward.
For when I stop wetting the bed.
- Sure.
- So,
Vicki's dad hates me,
I'm double-booked for two
different birthday parties,
and I don't have any money for presents.
Things are getting out of control.
- Aah!
- I
felt like I was falling
out of the sky and I didn't
know where I was going to land.
- Dad.
- Meanwhile, Egg
had made a big discovery.
- Dad.
Dad.
You never told me about this.
- No, I was keeping that one a secret.
- Dad, listen to this.
You're rockin' out.
- I recognise that song.
- Mum, have you seen this?
- Of course I have.
That was your dad's band.
His music was why I fell in love
with him in the first place.
- And he smashed guitars and everything.
My dad, the rock star.
I can't believe it.
- Yeah, that is pretty cool.
- Hey, maybe they've got
more of his records in here.
- Really?
How many did he have?
- I dunno.
- Got any cash?
- No.
- Me neither.
And I have to buy two birthday presents.
By tomorrow.
- Hey, what if we go busking?
We can sing and play guitar.
- I can't sing.
And you don't have a guitar.
- I can play air guitar.
- For busking, I think
you need a real guitar.
- I know where there's a real guitar.
- Busking
has to be less embarrassing
than turning up to Vicki's
without a decent present.
Right?
- G'day.
- What was I thinking?
He'll never let us use it.
- Egg, how are you gonna know
if you have Rev's rock genes or not
unless you start playing real guitar
in front of actual people?
- Very true.
He'll understand.
Back home, Mum was having
an intense time with her new machine.
- Joy?
You okay?
- It's making a lot of noise in there.
- Is it supposed to?
- Bread Boy doesn't say.
- Well, maybe if you--
- Don't touch it.
It's going to beep.
When it's ready.
- You don't want me to go down the shops
and get a loaf of bread 'cause--
- That's cheating.
- Hey, you know my birthday?
- Birthday?
No, no, you haven't mentioned it.
- Well, if Vicki's gonna
have a fancy dress party,
can I have one, too?
- Yes, of course you can.
We could dress fancy for dinner.
I might come as a police sergeant.
- This is it, it's ready.
Stand back, Phillip, it's hot.
Don't touch.
It hasn't risen.
- Looks great.
- It's a disaster.
- Disaster bread.
Cool.
- It
was Mum's turn to feel
like she was falling out of the sky
without a parachute.
Egg borrowed his dad's guitar.
And we hit the streets to raise
money through rock 'n' roll.
- Thanks, Sarge.
What exactly--
- Croutons.
Joy made them herself
in the new bread maker.
They're great.
They're just, um.
Like hard and inedible bits of bread.
- Croutons, like I said.
- Croutons.
Bowl of soup, pop a few in,
Bob's your uncle.
Over at the Streetons',
Vicki was making important discoveries
of her own about having a birthday.
Because at the Streetons',
birthday parties were
a little bit different.
- What are you doing with those, Kitten?
- Bringing them out here
so we can have music.
- Forget it, I don't want 'em out here.
- But it's a party!.
- Vicki, put them back inside now.
Look, I can't have loud music out here
when I'm trying to talk to Shay Pickering.
- Who?
- Shay Pickering.
He's a very well-connected businessman
and he's deaf in one ear.
I need Shay's help with
a very important deal
I'm putting together.
Careful.
Crikey.
Meanwhile, Egg turned out
to be pretty good at the busking thing.
We were actually making some money.
Mostly because all the
shop-keepers offered us money
if we'd pack up and go away.
Egg and I were really getting into it.
We were going off.
But then Egg had a brain explosion.
Later, Egg said it was a tribute
to his dad's rock 'n roll moves.
The good news was we'd made money.
Maybe enough money to
buy Vicki her present.
Maybe I'd even have enough to
get Phillip his sheets, too.
The bad news was we had to replace
Reverend Egg's guitar first.
For a battered old piece of junk,
Rev's new guitar cost a lot of money.
But there was an old book of fairytales
I could afford for Vicki.
It wasn't much, but it
was something, I guess.
And with the change, I was able
to buy Phillip something, too.
Not the same as Egyptian sheets,
but it had a high thread count.
Mum and the bread maker
were having a full-on staring competition.
- Mum, about the fancy dress party.
It's beeping.
Doesn't that mean the bread's ready?
- I'm too nervous to touch it.
- What's one more loaf of disaster bread?
You've already cooked 10 of them.
- Phillip, careful.
It's hot.
This is my last attempt.
It's perfect.
- It really is.
It's perfect bread.
- I love you, Bread Boy.
- Mum, about my fancy dress lunch,
if Lockie's gonna be a pirate,
I'm thinking I should be a naval officer.
You know, the white suit, shiny buttons.
Mum, hello.
- Yes, Phillip?
- Well, um, I'll take care
of the costume myself.
I've pretty much got it nailed.
All you have to worry
about now is Lockie's.
Mum made perfect bread.
And that gave her a brilliant idea.
- The asphalt musketeer.
The climber of the school-yard tree.
For him, each twig a new adventure.
Each moment, a bold experiment.
A jaunty ride on life's
fine feathered freeway.
He is our son, our brother,
our friend and our companion.
The one, the only, the Phillip.
What did Loaf Man say?
It's not Loaf Man, it's Bread Boy.
I think Bread Boy said it's
time for me to open my presents.
- Not until we've had lunch.
I think I've got the
measurements a bit wrong.
Is it too tight?
Are you okay?
- I think he's saying it's
time to go to Vicki's party.
All right, well, I'll drive you.
- Already?
- I'm being abandoned.
At my own birthday.
- Standing
at Vicki's front door
with my head in a loaf of bread,
this is not how I'd
imagined my grand entrance.
No.
- Things
got worse when I realised
I'd accidentally brought Phillip's present
instead of Vicki's.
A piece of old rope for the birthday girl.
- Vicki invited one of her friends today.
He didn't even bother showing up.
- The clown.
- This is the same bloke, I might add,
who we took water skiing--
- This
was no fancy dress party.
I mean, Vicki's dress was fancy.
- Vicki's wearing fancy dress.
A very fancy dress.
- But her
dress wasn't fancy-fancy,
if you know what I mean.
I'd got it wrong.
And it was time to get
the hell out of there.
The thing about the Streetons' house,
it's climate-controlled.
Air-conditioned.
Very cool in summer, warm in winter.
Impossible to escape from, all year round.
- Sal, pass these around,
we're getting a bit peckish.
- This was turning
into the biggest disaster of my life.
I was supposed to be
impressing these people,
not hiding in their bedroom
dressed-up as a loaf of bread.
- Come on!
- I don't know why
Mum made my Bread Boy outfit one-piece.
Maybe so I couldn't take it off.
In a panic, I called Egg,
told him to bring me a change of clothes.
Hello?
Hello?
Who is this?
- Egg
thought I was a prank caller.
- Hello?
Is anybody in there?
Is everything all right?
Hello?
- Lucky
I brought the wrong present.
Although I'm not sure
whether Phillip would agree.
- Fairytales?
You think a naval commander
wants a book of fairytales?
- Come and have a seat, ladies and gents,
if you can find any room
around the Taj Mahal.
- There are moments
in your life where time stops.
You can't go backwards.
Or forwards.
You're suspended above
a whole world of hurt.
- [Sally Well, I'd love to say that I did.
But no, Barry made it actually.
- I
find in these situations
sometimes you just have to
let go of the steering wheel.
- Aah!
- What the--
- The table.
Not the table.
- What on earth is going on here?
It's some kind of strange burglar.
- Dad, it's not a burglar.
It's Lockie.
- Hi, Mr Streeton.
- It was your idea to
invite him, remember, Dad?
- Sorry about your table.
- Sorry?
You're sorry?
- Yeah.
And the cake.
Vicki, happy birthday.
- Dad.
Listen to this.
- Hang on, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, I'll
show you, I'll show you.
Here, this is how it went.
- While Egg
took his mum on a trip down memory lane,
I went home to clean up.
And in the middle of all that chaos,
somehow, I did one thing right.
I got Phillip a second birthday present.
The best birthday cake ever.
Not that I told him why the Streetons
didn't want it any more.
- Sorry about the box.
It got a bit ripped.
- I don't care.
Aw, Lockie, it's beautiful.
- It's not.
I wanted to get you something else, but--
No, seriously, I love it.
I had the exact same
one when I was little.
- But I wrecked your birthday.
- And I don't know how I'm gonna
make it up to your parents.
- Sh.
I've never laughed so
much in my whole life.
- But I wrecked your cake.
- I know.
- And I upset everybody.
- Lockie, you gave me the
best birthday of my life.
Thanks to you, I will
never forget this birthday.
("Worlds Away" by Jebediah)
---
- There
are 365 days in the year.
So, with all those days to choose from,
how is it that two of
the most important people
in my life are born on the same day?
Vicki's birthday and Phillip's
birthday all at once.
It's full-on stuff.
Sometimes things happen that
are right out of your control.
- That's the
biggest cake I've ever seen.
- Yeah.
Mum's gone a bit overboard.
- So, is your dad letting you out
of prison tomorrow for your birthday?
- No, I'm still a prisoner.
- Vicki was grounded.
Ever since Curtis and his bogan mates
broke her parents' table.
- Dude.
Yes.
- But he's letting me have a lunch
and I'm allowed to invite one friend.
You have to come.
- New furniture?
- This is the most expensive
new table in history.
Dad, can Lockie come to my birthday party?
- Lockie?
I don't know any Lockie.
- Yes, you do.
He came to the river with us.
- Lockie.
You mean that clown that can't water ski?
- That'd be right.
He forgets my name, but
has to remember this.
- Aaargh!
- Stupid kid nearly wrecked everything.
- Dad, this is Lockie.
- Yes, good.
Hello.
- Can he come to my birthday party?
- Well, of course, kitten.
I'm the one who told you to invite him.
Silly duffer.
- Mum, Lockie's coming to my party.
- That's nice.
Barry?
Where are we going to put the new table?
- Outside of course.
- I'm not having it
damaged by the weather.
- It's an outdoor table!.
- What am I supposed to wear?
- Something special.
- Is this okay?
- No, you need to get dressed up.
- Vicki is wearing fancy dress.
A very fancy dress.
- Back home, unlike me,
Phillip wasn't giving his
birthday too much thought.
- Yeah, it's my birthday.
It's my birthday.
It's my birthday.
Yeah, my birthday.
- It's not your birthday
till tomorrow, Phillip.
- Yeah, it's my birthday.
Joy, have you seen?
What's that?
- I bought a bread maker.
- Did we win the lottery?
- I couldn't afford not to buy it, Sarge.
This thing's gonna save
us thousands of dollars.
- How?
- We won't have to buy any more bread.
- Sounds cool.
So long as you leave plenty of
cash for my birthday present.
- I could use it to
make your birthday cake.
- It's a bread maker.
- Well, cake, bread, not much difference.
- Mum, I need a costume.
Vicki's having a birthday party tomorrow.
It's fancy dress.
- As long as you still
come to my birthday lunch.
- Double-booked.
- Of course.
I'll go to both.
- And I'll make you a costume.
- Really?
With this new bread maker,
I'll have free time to do other things.
I'll make you the best costume ever.
- I was thinking of a pirate.
Like in the movies.
- You'll be the best pirate.
"Bread making step by step
"with your friendly guide, Bread Boy."
- The
first time I saw Bread Boy,
the little cartoon guy in
Mum's bread making book,
I had no idea how much he
would come to mean in my life.
- Lockie, guess what I
want for my birthday?
- I don't know.
What do you want?
- I'm thinking sheets,
Egyptian cotton sheets.
The ones with the really
high thread count.
It's a reward.
For when I stop wetting the bed.
- Sure.
- So,
Vicki's dad hates me,
I'm double-booked for two
different birthday parties,
and I don't have any money for presents.
Things are getting out of control.
- Aah!
- I
felt like I was falling
out of the sky and I didn't
know where I was going to land.
- Dad.
- Meanwhile, Egg
had made a big discovery.
- Dad.
Dad.
You never told me about this.
- No, I was keeping that one a secret.
- Dad, listen to this.
You're rockin' out.
- I recognise that song.
- Mum, have you seen this?
- Of course I have.
That was your dad's band.
His music was why I fell in love
with him in the first place.
- And he smashed guitars and everything.
My dad, the rock star.
I can't believe it.
- Yeah, that is pretty cool.
- Hey, maybe they've got
more of his records in here.
- Really?
How many did he have?
- I dunno.
- Got any cash?
- No.
- Me neither.
And I have to buy two birthday presents.
By tomorrow.
- Hey, what if we go busking?
We can sing and play guitar.
- I can't sing.
And you don't have a guitar.
- I can play air guitar.
- For busking, I think
you need a real guitar.
- I know where there's a real guitar.
- Busking
has to be less embarrassing
than turning up to Vicki's
without a decent present.
Right?
- G'day.
- What was I thinking?
He'll never let us use it.
- Egg, how are you gonna know
if you have Rev's rock genes or not
unless you start playing real guitar
in front of actual people?
- Very true.
He'll understand.
Back home, Mum was having
an intense time with her new machine.
- Joy?
You okay?
- It's making a lot of noise in there.
- Is it supposed to?
- Bread Boy doesn't say.
- Well, maybe if you--
- Don't touch it.
It's going to beep.
When it's ready.
- You don't want me to go down the shops
and get a loaf of bread 'cause--
- That's cheating.
- Hey, you know my birthday?
- Birthday?
No, no, you haven't mentioned it.
- Well, if Vicki's gonna
have a fancy dress party,
can I have one, too?
- Yes, of course you can.
We could dress fancy for dinner.
I might come as a police sergeant.
- This is it, it's ready.
Stand back, Phillip, it's hot.
Don't touch.
It hasn't risen.
- Looks great.
- It's a disaster.
- Disaster bread.
Cool.
- It
was Mum's turn to feel
like she was falling out of the sky
without a parachute.
Egg borrowed his dad's guitar.
And we hit the streets to raise
money through rock 'n' roll.
- Thanks, Sarge.
What exactly--
- Croutons.
Joy made them herself
in the new bread maker.
They're great.
They're just, um.
Like hard and inedible bits of bread.
- Croutons, like I said.
- Croutons.
Bowl of soup, pop a few in,
Bob's your uncle.
Over at the Streetons',
Vicki was making important discoveries
of her own about having a birthday.
Because at the Streetons',
birthday parties were
a little bit different.
- What are you doing with those, Kitten?
- Bringing them out here
so we can have music.
- Forget it, I don't want 'em out here.
- But it's a party!.
- Vicki, put them back inside now.
Look, I can't have loud music out here
when I'm trying to talk to Shay Pickering.
- Who?
- Shay Pickering.
He's a very well-connected businessman
and he's deaf in one ear.
I need Shay's help with
a very important deal
I'm putting together.
Careful.
Crikey.
Meanwhile, Egg turned out
to be pretty good at the busking thing.
We were actually making some money.
Mostly because all the
shop-keepers offered us money
if we'd pack up and go away.
Egg and I were really getting into it.
We were going off.
But then Egg had a brain explosion.
Later, Egg said it was a tribute
to his dad's rock 'n roll moves.
The good news was we'd made money.
Maybe enough money to
buy Vicki her present.
Maybe I'd even have enough to
get Phillip his sheets, too.
The bad news was we had to replace
Reverend Egg's guitar first.
For a battered old piece of junk,
Rev's new guitar cost a lot of money.
But there was an old book of fairytales
I could afford for Vicki.
It wasn't much, but it
was something, I guess.
And with the change, I was able
to buy Phillip something, too.
Not the same as Egyptian sheets,
but it had a high thread count.
Mum and the bread maker
were having a full-on staring competition.
- Mum, about the fancy dress party.
It's beeping.
Doesn't that mean the bread's ready?
- I'm too nervous to touch it.
- What's one more loaf of disaster bread?
You've already cooked 10 of them.
- Phillip, careful.
It's hot.
This is my last attempt.
It's perfect.
- It really is.
It's perfect bread.
- I love you, Bread Boy.
- Mum, about my fancy dress lunch,
if Lockie's gonna be a pirate,
I'm thinking I should be a naval officer.
You know, the white suit, shiny buttons.
Mum, hello.
- Yes, Phillip?
- Well, um, I'll take care
of the costume myself.
I've pretty much got it nailed.
All you have to worry
about now is Lockie's.
Mum made perfect bread.
And that gave her a brilliant idea.
- The asphalt musketeer.
The climber of the school-yard tree.
For him, each twig a new adventure.
Each moment, a bold experiment.
A jaunty ride on life's
fine feathered freeway.
He is our son, our brother,
our friend and our companion.
The one, the only, the Phillip.
What did Loaf Man say?
It's not Loaf Man, it's Bread Boy.
I think Bread Boy said it's
time for me to open my presents.
- Not until we've had lunch.
I think I've got the
measurements a bit wrong.
Is it too tight?
Are you okay?
- I think he's saying it's
time to go to Vicki's party.
All right, well, I'll drive you.
- Already?
- I'm being abandoned.
At my own birthday.
- Standing
at Vicki's front door
with my head in a loaf of bread,
this is not how I'd
imagined my grand entrance.
No.
- Things
got worse when I realised
I'd accidentally brought Phillip's present
instead of Vicki's.
A piece of old rope for the birthday girl.
- Vicki invited one of her friends today.
He didn't even bother showing up.
- The clown.
- This is the same bloke, I might add,
who we took water skiing--
- This
was no fancy dress party.
I mean, Vicki's dress was fancy.
- Vicki's wearing fancy dress.
A very fancy dress.
- But her
dress wasn't fancy-fancy,
if you know what I mean.
I'd got it wrong.
And it was time to get
the hell out of there.
The thing about the Streetons' house,
it's climate-controlled.
Air-conditioned.
Very cool in summer, warm in winter.
Impossible to escape from, all year round.
- Sal, pass these around,
we're getting a bit peckish.
- This was turning
into the biggest disaster of my life.
I was supposed to be
impressing these people,
not hiding in their bedroom
dressed-up as a loaf of bread.
- Come on!
- I don't know why
Mum made my Bread Boy outfit one-piece.
Maybe so I couldn't take it off.
In a panic, I called Egg,
told him to bring me a change of clothes.
Hello?
Hello?
Who is this?
- Egg
thought I was a prank caller.
- Hello?
Is anybody in there?
Is everything all right?
Hello?
- Lucky
I brought the wrong present.
Although I'm not sure
whether Phillip would agree.
- Fairytales?
You think a naval commander
wants a book of fairytales?
- Come and have a seat, ladies and gents,
if you can find any room
around the Taj Mahal.
- There are moments
in your life where time stops.
You can't go backwards.
Or forwards.
You're suspended above
a whole world of hurt.
- [Sally Well, I'd love to say that I did.
But no, Barry made it actually.
- I
find in these situations
sometimes you just have to
let go of the steering wheel.
- Aah!
- What the--
- The table.
Not the table.
- What on earth is going on here?
It's some kind of strange burglar.
- Dad, it's not a burglar.
It's Lockie.
- Hi, Mr Streeton.
- It was your idea to
invite him, remember, Dad?
- Sorry about your table.
- Sorry?
You're sorry?
- Yeah.
And the cake.
Vicki, happy birthday.
- Dad.
Listen to this.
- Hang on, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, I'll
show you, I'll show you.
Here, this is how it went.
- While Egg
took his mum on a trip down memory lane,
I went home to clean up.
And in the middle of all that chaos,
somehow, I did one thing right.
I got Phillip a second birthday present.
The best birthday cake ever.
Not that I told him why the Streetons
didn't want it any more.
- Sorry about the box.
It got a bit ripped.
- I don't care.
Aw, Lockie, it's beautiful.
- It's not.
I wanted to get you something else, but--
No, seriously, I love it.
I had the exact same
one when I was little.
- But I wrecked your birthday.
- And I don't know how I'm gonna
make it up to your parents.
- Sh.
I've never laughed so
much in my whole life.
- But I wrecked your cake.
- I know.
- And I upset everybody.
- Lockie, you gave me the
best birthday of my life.
Thanks to you, I will
never forget this birthday.
("Worlds Away" by Jebediah)