Lockie Leonard (2007–2010): Season 1, Episode 21 - Zig Zag Hill - full transcript
When Mum has one of her "polka dot days", Lockie is forced to be mature and responsible by doing the housework. The mounting pressure releases in his attempt to conquer Angelus's unskatable zig zag hill. Meanwhile, Freda is on her last legs (again) and Egg is stressed about rumours that Dot likes him
- Sometimes in life,
you can do some really stupid things.
When your brain screams out it's wrong,
but you do it anyway.
- He's gonna do it!
- Nobody's ever ridden the Zig Zag before!
- Don't be an idiot, Leonard.
You'll never survive!
- Have fun breaking your neck!
- Loser!
- Like the day I decided to impersonate
a crash test dummy on top of Zig Zag Hill.
325 metres of bone-breaking,
skin-scraping bitumen.
Yup, stupid.
'Cause things have been
normal enough lately.
- Given the current temperature,
we've got 11 minutes and 30 seconds
before the chocolate chip ice cream
turns into chocolate mousse.
- Right you are, son.
With you in a jiffy.
- Meanwhile,
I was being all mature
and responsible, and stayed
home to do the housework.
I vacuumed,
with a machine that blew
more dust than it sucked.
I did the ironing,
being extra careful with
Sarge's police shirts.
I managed to feed Blob
while dodging projectiles of Blob vomit,
most of the time.
I changed Blob's nappy,
and ten minutes later,
changed her again.
I even tried to make Mum's
all-time favourite breakfast.
Strange, how pancakes defy gravity.
Yup, I was busier than I'd ever been.
All on account of Mum
not feeling too well.
She was having one of her polka dot days.
- Extra crispy toast?
My all-time favourite breakfast.
- I scraped most of the burnt bits off.
- Thank you, Sweetheart.
- Mum
called them her polka dot days
because they were the
days she felt a bit dotty.
Okay, bad joke,
but it was her way of trying
to stop us from worrying.
But she'd had more polka
dot days than usual
since arriving in Angelus.
Like the day she tried
to kill the big pine tree
by belting it with a hammer.
- I read if you threaten them, they die.
- Or the time she tried
to tune into the universe
via the television.
- That's radiation from outer space,
some of it from the Big Bang itself.
Do you understand?
- And then
there was the phone call
to the Easter Bunny.
- I'm just ringing to let you know
that the Leonard family will
be cancelling Easter this year
until they sort out the problem
with their broken down,
useless washing machine!
- The way I figured it,
Mum was a bit like Freda the Volvo.
Every now and then, Mum
didn't fire on all cylinders.
And she needed a bit of a tune-up
to get back on the road.
- Beautiful day for it.
A day's rest in bed
usually did the trick,
but this time, something was different.
- Special treat time.
Your favourite story!
- I'm 13.
I haven't read Pelican
Dan since I was five.
- 13 and all grown up
with a lovely girlfriend.
- Vicki and I broke up.
I told you that, remember?
- These are the things
that make us stronger.
- That'll be the spin dry.
Better hang the laundry out.
- We can read this later.
- As it turned out,
I wasn't the only one concerned about Mum.
Phillip had wet the bed during the night,
a sure sign he was worried too.
- Thank you.
Had a bit of trouble with the Volvo.
Mr. Streeton was kind enough
to give us a lift home with the groceries.
- Where's Freda now?
- At the car yard,
in the capable hands of my mechanic.
- How's Vicki, Mr. Streeton?
Even though Vicki and I
had broken up,
the question was out
before I could stop it.
- Vicki? Couldn't be better.
Powering on all cylinders.
- Great! All cylinders.
Excellent.
- Is breakfast ready?
I'm starving!
- Phillip, you're leaking.
- It used to be chocolate chip.
- I've just cleaned the kitchen floor.
- I hope we're having pancakes.
- We're having toast.
Extra crispy!
- Turned out,
Mum and I weren't the only ones
having a bad start to the day.
Mr. Streeton had decided
it was time for Vicki
to learn the meaning of hard work.
- Chocolate chip, I'd say,
courtesy of the Leonards.
If there wasn't a new car in it,
I woulda let 'em walk.
- Your old heart, Dad.
- And after school you can start
cleaning the new models
down at the car yard.
- But I've got homework
to do after school.
- Which should've been
finished this morning.
It's time you realise, kitten,
money does not grow on a money tree.
It grows on a hard work tree,
which grows right alongside
the tree of responsibility.
And you can wipe that
expression off your face.
- Meanwhile,
I was busy getting Blob ready.
Sarge was taking her to work
on account of Mum being sick.
Clean nappies, baby formula,
wet ones, baby powder,
rash cream, skin cream,
teething ring, rusks,
- Philip, hurry up!
- And
some yummy creamed corn.
That ought to do it!
- As soon as Snowy's over his flu,
I'll be able to spend a
bit more time with you.
- I'm gonna be fine, Sarge.
It's not gonna beat me.
- Okay, well you just get
all the rest you need.
Bye love.
You boys be alright?
- Fine Sarge.
Phillip, will you hurry up?
We have to get to school.
- It's for my science project, at school.
Mould and fungus.
What's wrong with Mum?
- Nothing.
Nothing's wrong with her.
Don't forget your sandwiches.
- Right, have I got everything?
Baby bag, lunch, files I haven't read yet,
files I don't intend to
read, miscellaneous files,
yes good!
Okay.
Bye champions.
- Sarge.
Aren't you forgetting something?
- Yes.
Constable Blob!
- Sarge was
doing his best to stay calm,
but I could tell he was worried.
- Alright, and Lockie?
Nice work ironing my shirt.
Top job.
- Is your mum gonna be okay?
Phillip said she's having a dotty day.
- Phillip!
- What?
- Snotty day, not dotty.
Bit of a cold.
You know, cough, full of phlegm.
- I
don't know why I lied.
Probably because I didn't
want anyone knowing
Mum was only firing on
two and a half cylinders.
- Hear your mum's missing a spark plug.
- Needs a tune-up!
- Timing's outta whack.
- Got a screw loose.
- Going a bit dotty!
- I was gonna ask you a favour,
but maybe it's not a good time.
You've been worried about your mum.
- I'm not worried about Mum.
- You look worried.
- Well I'm not, okay?
- Okay!
You still cut over Vicki?
- Egg, I'm gonna hit you with
my skateboard in a minute.
- It's gotta be something.
- You're right.
I am still cut up about Vicki.
But not a word to anyone, okay?
- Man, women.
- So what's the favour?
- There's this rumour going
around that Dot likes me.
- So?
- I mean, really likes me.
- It's more than a rumour.
I've heard it from
several reliable sources.
- Man, I just want
to hang out, be mates.
Now I'm gonna have to talk to her.
And I don't know what to say.
But what if I do say something
and the rumours are wrong?
- Anyone ever skate here?
- Are you nuts?
No one's ever skated Zig Zag Hill
without needing an ambulance!
What do you reckon?
About Dot?
- So, Mr. Leonard.
No late note, and my guess is no homework.
Who ate it this time?
Cyril the clever Sheep?
The washing machine?
Errant Baby Blob?
Come on, son.
Surprise me!
- I couldn't do my homework, sir,
because I was doing housework.
'Cause
- I couldn't say it.
Because my mum is sick.
I just couldn't.
Because then everyone would know.
Only two and a half cylinders,
not the full engine.
- You and Miss Streeton
make an excellent pair.
Right, detention.
Both of you!
- I hadn't seen Vicki much
since our disaster at school camp,
but I decided to be mature and responsible
about our breakup.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, you?
- Haven't seen you around.
- I've been working at the car yard.
Sometimes I wish my parents would just
crawl into a hole and disappear.
- You don't mean that.
- Yeah I do.
- No you don't.
What if something really
did happen to them?
- I'd celebrate, probably.
- You don't know anything.
- So what, you know everything
about me now do you?
- Mum is gonna get better, isn't she?
- Of course she will, she's a Leonard.
And like Sarge says, us Leonards,
tough as nails.
- Lockie, did you know there's
206 bones in the human body?
And they're all breakable?
- Don't worry.
We'll be okay.
- And while I was busy
reassuring Phillip,
Sarge was doing his
best to look after Blob.
- Hey,
Boys, the reason this piece of concrete
is called a footpath is
because it is for the feet,
feet being the plural of foot.
If it were for bicycles, it
would be called a bicycle path.
What if you'd hit Mrs. Jones
here and broken a bone or 10?
Mrs. Jones.
- Sorry, Mrs. Jones.
- What do you think, Constable Blob?
Should we let 'em off with
a warning, just this once?
- Yuck!
Gross.
- Blob
had become a real good shot,
and she loved to practise
every chance she got.
Later that night, after Dr.
Wallace came to visit Mum,
Sarge sat us down for a chat.
- The doctor says Mum has got this illness
called depression,
which is where you're sad and worried
and worn out, all cooked up together.
And no matter how hard you try,
you just can't be happy.
- She will get better though, won't she?
- Yeah, yeah, of course she will.
She's a Leonard.
Tough as nails.
But she's gonna need all
our love and understanding.
Okay?
- Okay.
- It was
Sarge's way of asking me
to keep being mature and responsible.
- Phillip, your bag goes in your room!
And you didn't eat your sandwich.
- Because the idea of a sandwich, Lockie,
is that you're supposed to shove something
between the bread.
- Well maybe if you'd done
the shopping properly.
- Yucky nappy coming
through, make way, big jobs.
Do not give Blob creamed corn, okay?
Big mistake!
- Lockie, what's for dinner?
- It was gonna be corn.
- The next day,
Mr. Streeton delivered
the bad news to Sarge.
- Sergeant, you got a minute?
Gear box, head gasket, carburater, points,
distributor, diff,
radiator, and thermostat.
All dodgy.
- Not good then.
- Not good, there's not
much we can do for her.
The good news is, I got
plenty of tempting specials
and an arm that's easy
to twist.
But Sarge wasn't about
to give up on Freda just yet.
- G'day!
Freda's home!
Well, thanks for that.
- No problem, Sarge.
- Yeah, I owe it to the old
girl to give it one last try.
- Yeah look, if you don't have
any luck resurrecting her,
we've got some terrific
new arrivals in stock.
- Remember,
mature and responsible.
- How's your mum?
Phillip said she's sick.
- Phillip's got a big mouth.
She's fine.
What else did he tell you?
- Please,
not about being cut up
over our bust up.
- Nothing important.
- What does that mean?
Did he tell her, or didn't he?
- I've gotta get dinner started.
- You can't cook.
- I know.
- I could write you a
recipe if you'd like.
man, Phillip did tell her!
He's going to be sorry.
And while Vicki scribbled down her recipe
for spaghetti marinara,
and Mr. Streeton tried
to change Sarge's mind,
Egg was gearing up for
his big talk with Dot.
- Jeffrey!
- What's all this?
- A surprise for Dot!
No harm in making a good impression.
- Dad, wrong!
This says everything I don't want to say.
- Man!
I've stuffed up, haven't I?
- No, Dad, you haven't.
Truly, it's a nice thing to do.
I'm just stressing about
what to say to Dot.
- Well
the great thing about food,
never speak with your mouth full.
So if you run out of things to say,
all you gotta do is eat and smile.
- Thanks, Dad.
That's a great help.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Dot, hey.
Welcome.
I'm Jeff's dad, but you can call me Rev.
Come on in!
Jeff's been cooking up a storm.
Haven't you, son?
Just flamed prawns, sa-lo sauce,
rice, and salad.
Impressive, aye?
- Dad.
- Right, sorry.
Time to make myself scarce.
Big sermon to finish.
- Hungry?
- Starving.
But there's something
I've gotta tell you first.
- There is?
- I'm allergic.
- What?
- To prawns.
And peanuts.
They make me blow up like a balloon!
- You're allergic to the food?
- Sorry.
- Is that all?
There's nothing else you wanna tell me?
- Coming through!
Sorry, my sermon.
Everything okay? Good?
Well I'll just, go.
- Is your dad alright?
- Been a bit weird since Mum left.
- That sucks.
You okay?
Reckon I'm gonna stay single forever.
That way, no complications.
- Can you eat pizza?
- Egg had
been worrying about nothing.
Dot wasn't interested in him.
His music collection though,
that was another story.
- You're so lucky I'm being
mature and responsible.
Otherwise you'd be head first
into the washing machine.
- What did I do?
- You told Vicki I was cut up over her!
- You said you were!
- I only said that because
I didn't want everyone
to know Mum's sick!
- Why not?
- Because they wouldn't understand.
They think she's
- Dotty. I am going completely dotty.
Can't find my other night bag anywhere.
I need it for hospital.
- Hospital?
- I had a word to Dr. Wallace
and we've decided it's for the best.
Well, I've gotta get on top of this thing
before it gets on top of me.
Sweethearts!
It's okay.
Hospital is the best
place for me right now.
- Mum tried to explain
how she needed help, and
they'd take good care of her,
and that she'd get better sooner
and we'd be able to visit her every day.
And that we had to look after one another.
And this is where we began:
me, being everything but
mature and responsible.
The crash test dummy
on top of Zig Zag Hill.
- We never talked you into this, right?
- And it's not our fault if you
end up with 15 broken bones.
- Make sure your father knows that.
- Yeah, and Constable Blob.
- Idiot!
- I'm
not sure why I did it.
Maybe because I wanted things
to be back the way they were.
To be a kid again, Lockie
Leonard, human torpedo.
I wanted Mum to be well again.
It's probably better you
don't see the next bit.
Not on the bone-breaking bitumen.
So here's something else to look at.
And that's when I realised,
right then and there,
that we all need a
helping hand now and then.
And there's no shame in asking for it.
- Help!
- That was the stupidest
act you've ever pulled
- Mum's going into hospital.
She's got depression!
- There, I'd said it.
I yelled it from the
treetops, and it felt good.
- You could've broken your neck.
- Can you please help me down?
The future didn't look
so worrying anymore.
- Yes! Yes!
- And that night,
us Leonards all had dinner together.
Egg had brought 'round
leftovers that Dot couldn't eat,
so we had Rev's saute prawns,
and my spaghetti marinara.
Even Mum joined in.
- What's that, Constable Blob?
If you catch anyone skateboarding
down Zig Zag Hill again
you'll throw the book at them?
- And just then,
the weirdest thing happened.
- It's raining pancakes!
- And that night, Mum kept her promise
and read me my favourite story.
- And so Peli-can Dan slowly opened
the squeaky, creaky cupboard door.
But the cupboard was so dusty,
Peli-can Dan let out his
biggest, dustiest sneeze!
- Achoo!
- I didn't
want Mum to go to hospital,
but if it meant she'd get better faster,
then I guess it was okay.
you can do some really stupid things.
When your brain screams out it's wrong,
but you do it anyway.
- He's gonna do it!
- Nobody's ever ridden the Zig Zag before!
- Don't be an idiot, Leonard.
You'll never survive!
- Have fun breaking your neck!
- Loser!
- Like the day I decided to impersonate
a crash test dummy on top of Zig Zag Hill.
325 metres of bone-breaking,
skin-scraping bitumen.
Yup, stupid.
'Cause things have been
normal enough lately.
- Given the current temperature,
we've got 11 minutes and 30 seconds
before the chocolate chip ice cream
turns into chocolate mousse.
- Right you are, son.
With you in a jiffy.
- Meanwhile,
I was being all mature
and responsible, and stayed
home to do the housework.
I vacuumed,
with a machine that blew
more dust than it sucked.
I did the ironing,
being extra careful with
Sarge's police shirts.
I managed to feed Blob
while dodging projectiles of Blob vomit,
most of the time.
I changed Blob's nappy,
and ten minutes later,
changed her again.
I even tried to make Mum's
all-time favourite breakfast.
Strange, how pancakes defy gravity.
Yup, I was busier than I'd ever been.
All on account of Mum
not feeling too well.
She was having one of her polka dot days.
- Extra crispy toast?
My all-time favourite breakfast.
- I scraped most of the burnt bits off.
- Thank you, Sweetheart.
- Mum
called them her polka dot days
because they were the
days she felt a bit dotty.
Okay, bad joke,
but it was her way of trying
to stop us from worrying.
But she'd had more polka
dot days than usual
since arriving in Angelus.
Like the day she tried
to kill the big pine tree
by belting it with a hammer.
- I read if you threaten them, they die.
- Or the time she tried
to tune into the universe
via the television.
- That's radiation from outer space,
some of it from the Big Bang itself.
Do you understand?
- And then
there was the phone call
to the Easter Bunny.
- I'm just ringing to let you know
that the Leonard family will
be cancelling Easter this year
until they sort out the problem
with their broken down,
useless washing machine!
- The way I figured it,
Mum was a bit like Freda the Volvo.
Every now and then, Mum
didn't fire on all cylinders.
And she needed a bit of a tune-up
to get back on the road.
- Beautiful day for it.
A day's rest in bed
usually did the trick,
but this time, something was different.
- Special treat time.
Your favourite story!
- I'm 13.
I haven't read Pelican
Dan since I was five.
- 13 and all grown up
with a lovely girlfriend.
- Vicki and I broke up.
I told you that, remember?
- These are the things
that make us stronger.
- That'll be the spin dry.
Better hang the laundry out.
- We can read this later.
- As it turned out,
I wasn't the only one concerned about Mum.
Phillip had wet the bed during the night,
a sure sign he was worried too.
- Thank you.
Had a bit of trouble with the Volvo.
Mr. Streeton was kind enough
to give us a lift home with the groceries.
- Where's Freda now?
- At the car yard,
in the capable hands of my mechanic.
- How's Vicki, Mr. Streeton?
Even though Vicki and I
had broken up,
the question was out
before I could stop it.
- Vicki? Couldn't be better.
Powering on all cylinders.
- Great! All cylinders.
Excellent.
- Is breakfast ready?
I'm starving!
- Phillip, you're leaking.
- It used to be chocolate chip.
- I've just cleaned the kitchen floor.
- I hope we're having pancakes.
- We're having toast.
Extra crispy!
- Turned out,
Mum and I weren't the only ones
having a bad start to the day.
Mr. Streeton had decided
it was time for Vicki
to learn the meaning of hard work.
- Chocolate chip, I'd say,
courtesy of the Leonards.
If there wasn't a new car in it,
I woulda let 'em walk.
- Your old heart, Dad.
- And after school you can start
cleaning the new models
down at the car yard.
- But I've got homework
to do after school.
- Which should've been
finished this morning.
It's time you realise, kitten,
money does not grow on a money tree.
It grows on a hard work tree,
which grows right alongside
the tree of responsibility.
And you can wipe that
expression off your face.
- Meanwhile,
I was busy getting Blob ready.
Sarge was taking her to work
on account of Mum being sick.
Clean nappies, baby formula,
wet ones, baby powder,
rash cream, skin cream,
teething ring, rusks,
- Philip, hurry up!
- And
some yummy creamed corn.
That ought to do it!
- As soon as Snowy's over his flu,
I'll be able to spend a
bit more time with you.
- I'm gonna be fine, Sarge.
It's not gonna beat me.
- Okay, well you just get
all the rest you need.
Bye love.
You boys be alright?
- Fine Sarge.
Phillip, will you hurry up?
We have to get to school.
- It's for my science project, at school.
Mould and fungus.
What's wrong with Mum?
- Nothing.
Nothing's wrong with her.
Don't forget your sandwiches.
- Right, have I got everything?
Baby bag, lunch, files I haven't read yet,
files I don't intend to
read, miscellaneous files,
yes good!
Okay.
Bye champions.
- Sarge.
Aren't you forgetting something?
- Yes.
Constable Blob!
- Sarge was
doing his best to stay calm,
but I could tell he was worried.
- Alright, and Lockie?
Nice work ironing my shirt.
Top job.
- Is your mum gonna be okay?
Phillip said she's having a dotty day.
- Phillip!
- What?
- Snotty day, not dotty.
Bit of a cold.
You know, cough, full of phlegm.
- I
don't know why I lied.
Probably because I didn't
want anyone knowing
Mum was only firing on
two and a half cylinders.
- Hear your mum's missing a spark plug.
- Needs a tune-up!
- Timing's outta whack.
- Got a screw loose.
- Going a bit dotty!
- I was gonna ask you a favour,
but maybe it's not a good time.
You've been worried about your mum.
- I'm not worried about Mum.
- You look worried.
- Well I'm not, okay?
- Okay!
You still cut over Vicki?
- Egg, I'm gonna hit you with
my skateboard in a minute.
- It's gotta be something.
- You're right.
I am still cut up about Vicki.
But not a word to anyone, okay?
- Man, women.
- So what's the favour?
- There's this rumour going
around that Dot likes me.
- So?
- I mean, really likes me.
- It's more than a rumour.
I've heard it from
several reliable sources.
- Man, I just want
to hang out, be mates.
Now I'm gonna have to talk to her.
And I don't know what to say.
But what if I do say something
and the rumours are wrong?
- Anyone ever skate here?
- Are you nuts?
No one's ever skated Zig Zag Hill
without needing an ambulance!
What do you reckon?
About Dot?
- So, Mr. Leonard.
No late note, and my guess is no homework.
Who ate it this time?
Cyril the clever Sheep?
The washing machine?
Errant Baby Blob?
Come on, son.
Surprise me!
- I couldn't do my homework, sir,
because I was doing housework.
'Cause
- I couldn't say it.
Because my mum is sick.
I just couldn't.
Because then everyone would know.
Only two and a half cylinders,
not the full engine.
- You and Miss Streeton
make an excellent pair.
Right, detention.
Both of you!
- I hadn't seen Vicki much
since our disaster at school camp,
but I decided to be mature and responsible
about our breakup.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, you?
- Haven't seen you around.
- I've been working at the car yard.
Sometimes I wish my parents would just
crawl into a hole and disappear.
- You don't mean that.
- Yeah I do.
- No you don't.
What if something really
did happen to them?
- I'd celebrate, probably.
- You don't know anything.
- So what, you know everything
about me now do you?
- Mum is gonna get better, isn't she?
- Of course she will, she's a Leonard.
And like Sarge says, us Leonards,
tough as nails.
- Lockie, did you know there's
206 bones in the human body?
And they're all breakable?
- Don't worry.
We'll be okay.
- And while I was busy
reassuring Phillip,
Sarge was doing his
best to look after Blob.
- Hey,
Boys, the reason this piece of concrete
is called a footpath is
because it is for the feet,
feet being the plural of foot.
If it were for bicycles, it
would be called a bicycle path.
What if you'd hit Mrs. Jones
here and broken a bone or 10?
Mrs. Jones.
- Sorry, Mrs. Jones.
- What do you think, Constable Blob?
Should we let 'em off with
a warning, just this once?
- Yuck!
Gross.
- Blob
had become a real good shot,
and she loved to practise
every chance she got.
Later that night, after Dr.
Wallace came to visit Mum,
Sarge sat us down for a chat.
- The doctor says Mum has got this illness
called depression,
which is where you're sad and worried
and worn out, all cooked up together.
And no matter how hard you try,
you just can't be happy.
- She will get better though, won't she?
- Yeah, yeah, of course she will.
She's a Leonard.
Tough as nails.
But she's gonna need all
our love and understanding.
Okay?
- Okay.
- It was
Sarge's way of asking me
to keep being mature and responsible.
- Phillip, your bag goes in your room!
And you didn't eat your sandwich.
- Because the idea of a sandwich, Lockie,
is that you're supposed to shove something
between the bread.
- Well maybe if you'd done
the shopping properly.
- Yucky nappy coming
through, make way, big jobs.
Do not give Blob creamed corn, okay?
Big mistake!
- Lockie, what's for dinner?
- It was gonna be corn.
- The next day,
Mr. Streeton delivered
the bad news to Sarge.
- Sergeant, you got a minute?
Gear box, head gasket, carburater, points,
distributor, diff,
radiator, and thermostat.
All dodgy.
- Not good then.
- Not good, there's not
much we can do for her.
The good news is, I got
plenty of tempting specials
and an arm that's easy
to twist.
But Sarge wasn't about
to give up on Freda just yet.
- G'day!
Freda's home!
Well, thanks for that.
- No problem, Sarge.
- Yeah, I owe it to the old
girl to give it one last try.
- Yeah look, if you don't have
any luck resurrecting her,
we've got some terrific
new arrivals in stock.
- Remember,
mature and responsible.
- How's your mum?
Phillip said she's sick.
- Phillip's got a big mouth.
She's fine.
What else did he tell you?
- Please,
not about being cut up
over our bust up.
- Nothing important.
- What does that mean?
Did he tell her, or didn't he?
- I've gotta get dinner started.
- You can't cook.
- I know.
- I could write you a
recipe if you'd like.
man, Phillip did tell her!
He's going to be sorry.
And while Vicki scribbled down her recipe
for spaghetti marinara,
and Mr. Streeton tried
to change Sarge's mind,
Egg was gearing up for
his big talk with Dot.
- Jeffrey!
- What's all this?
- A surprise for Dot!
No harm in making a good impression.
- Dad, wrong!
This says everything I don't want to say.
- Man!
I've stuffed up, haven't I?
- No, Dad, you haven't.
Truly, it's a nice thing to do.
I'm just stressing about
what to say to Dot.
- Well
the great thing about food,
never speak with your mouth full.
So if you run out of things to say,
all you gotta do is eat and smile.
- Thanks, Dad.
That's a great help.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Dot, hey.
Welcome.
I'm Jeff's dad, but you can call me Rev.
Come on in!
Jeff's been cooking up a storm.
Haven't you, son?
Just flamed prawns, sa-lo sauce,
rice, and salad.
Impressive, aye?
- Dad.
- Right, sorry.
Time to make myself scarce.
Big sermon to finish.
- Hungry?
- Starving.
But there's something
I've gotta tell you first.
- There is?
- I'm allergic.
- What?
- To prawns.
And peanuts.
They make me blow up like a balloon!
- You're allergic to the food?
- Sorry.
- Is that all?
There's nothing else you wanna tell me?
- Coming through!
Sorry, my sermon.
Everything okay? Good?
Well I'll just, go.
- Is your dad alright?
- Been a bit weird since Mum left.
- That sucks.
You okay?
Reckon I'm gonna stay single forever.
That way, no complications.
- Can you eat pizza?
- Egg had
been worrying about nothing.
Dot wasn't interested in him.
His music collection though,
that was another story.
- You're so lucky I'm being
mature and responsible.
Otherwise you'd be head first
into the washing machine.
- What did I do?
- You told Vicki I was cut up over her!
- You said you were!
- I only said that because
I didn't want everyone
to know Mum's sick!
- Why not?
- Because they wouldn't understand.
They think she's
- Dotty. I am going completely dotty.
Can't find my other night bag anywhere.
I need it for hospital.
- Hospital?
- I had a word to Dr. Wallace
and we've decided it's for the best.
Well, I've gotta get on top of this thing
before it gets on top of me.
Sweethearts!
It's okay.
Hospital is the best
place for me right now.
- Mum tried to explain
how she needed help, and
they'd take good care of her,
and that she'd get better sooner
and we'd be able to visit her every day.
And that we had to look after one another.
And this is where we began:
me, being everything but
mature and responsible.
The crash test dummy
on top of Zig Zag Hill.
- We never talked you into this, right?
- And it's not our fault if you
end up with 15 broken bones.
- Make sure your father knows that.
- Yeah, and Constable Blob.
- Idiot!
- I'm
not sure why I did it.
Maybe because I wanted things
to be back the way they were.
To be a kid again, Lockie
Leonard, human torpedo.
I wanted Mum to be well again.
It's probably better you
don't see the next bit.
Not on the bone-breaking bitumen.
So here's something else to look at.
And that's when I realised,
right then and there,
that we all need a
helping hand now and then.
And there's no shame in asking for it.
- Help!
- That was the stupidest
act you've ever pulled
- Mum's going into hospital.
She's got depression!
- There, I'd said it.
I yelled it from the
treetops, and it felt good.
- You could've broken your neck.
- Can you please help me down?
The future didn't look
so worrying anymore.
- Yes! Yes!
- And that night,
us Leonards all had dinner together.
Egg had brought 'round
leftovers that Dot couldn't eat,
so we had Rev's saute prawns,
and my spaghetti marinara.
Even Mum joined in.
- What's that, Constable Blob?
If you catch anyone skateboarding
down Zig Zag Hill again
you'll throw the book at them?
- And just then,
the weirdest thing happened.
- It's raining pancakes!
- And that night, Mum kept her promise
and read me my favourite story.
- And so Peli-can Dan slowly opened
the squeaky, creaky cupboard door.
But the cupboard was so dusty,
Peli-can Dan let out his
biggest, dustiest sneeze!
- Achoo!
- I didn't
want Mum to go to hospital,
but if it meant she'd get better faster,
then I guess it was okay.