Lockie Leonard (2007–2010): Season 1, Episode 23 - Boredom Busters - full transcript
Lockie and the family become the focus of small-town charity, much to Lockie's chagrin. Lockie enters the cross-country and places a disappointing first. Cyril goes missing.
- Right then, friends.
Today I thought we'd chew
the fat about something
we all need to find time
for in our busy bee lives.
Charity.
- It had
been a quiet week in Angelus.
Boredom had struck.
No shark attacks, no alien invasion,
no TV celebrities popping
into the fish shop.
- For those less fortunate amongst us.
- Of course he's
talking about the Leonards.
- Which
meant nobody had anything
to talk about, except us.
It seemed the whole
town was gossiping about
the Leonard family difficulties.
Mum Leonard had dropped her bundle,
she'd gone round the twist,
completely cuckoo-lulu,
ended up in the hospital loony bin.
And who could blame her really?
With a family like that?
Poetry reading policeman for a husband?
A little one who eats
anything that's not tied down?
The middle one, Phillip, still
wetting the bed, at his age.
Lockie!
- And Lockie?
Weirdest of the lot.
No wonder that he'd got rid of him.
We weren't coping, apparently.
House was a bomb site, apparently.
Coming apart at the seams, apparently.
- Morning.
- According
to the blabbermouths,
we were charity cases for sure.
Yep, it was like the whole
town was busy writing a movie
about how bad things were for us.
Coming soon to a big screen
near you, "The Loopy Leonards",
starring in-
- Gimme a 'C'!
- C!
- Gimme an 'H'!
- H!
- Gimme an 'A'!
- A!
- Gimme an 'R'!
- R!
- Gimme an 'I'!
- I!
- A 'T'!
- T!
- And a 'Y'!
- Y!
- What's that spell?
- Charity!
- So,
the script had been written.
Might as well see what they cooked up.
Scene one.
We open at the Loopy Leonards home.
The sun was setting.
The mozzies had started
dive bombing in squadrons.
And then.
And another most kind
soul left a food offering
on the doorstep.
- Lamb.
Or it could be beef!
Yes, definitely beef!
- Sarge, I wanna go see Mum tomorrow.
- Um, look, I can't get away,
I've let things slide a little
bit down at the station.
- Why can't I go on my own?
Eggwed's pert to see his mum on his own.
- We'll see.
- Which basically means no.
- I just don't want to upset her a lot.
- Upset her with me?
- Or with anything.
Lord, if I had my way, I'd
be camped out under a bed
day and night.
How does maybe sound?
- Lamb is it?
- Not if you're talking to Cyril it's not!
- You made lamb casserole?
- Found it on the step.
- Hang on, where had I seen
that casserole dish before?
Vicki?
- Lockie!
- What brings you to this
hospital corridor, young Streeton?
- I'm just helping out.
- What're you doing?
- I'm not hungry.
- Cross country race on Monday, Lock.
You're gonna need your
energy if you're gonna win.
- Have you seen me run?
- He turns down the first
decent meal in two weeks!
And people think I'm the weird one.
- That casserole was from Vicki Streeton.
- I always liked her.
- And in the morning, you're
gonna take the dish back
and tell her we don't want anymore.
- Um, why would I do that?
- Because, I don't wanna be
just another one of her
charity cases, clear?
So tomorrow, take back the
dish, and tell her to butt out.
- And if I don't?
- Scene two, our hero makes
his younger brother an offer
he can't refuse.
You'll be sorry.
Not maybe.
Will be.
Which takes us to scene three,
set at the glamorous home of
the casserole queen herself.
Our hero sends his younger
brother to do his dirty work.
Not very heroic, I know,
but I couldn't face Vicki.
I was afraid of what I might do.
Throw myself at her knees,
beg for more charity.
But Vicki wasn't the only
one with charity on the mind.
Suddenly, the whole town was
keen to get in on the act.
- Can you go a bit faster
on this grass, please?
All the long grass down
this way right now.
- I got it, Harry.
- Good to see ya, ladies.
Stand back there, son.
- That's our letterbox!
- Well we've
had to get drastic with it,
my boy.
- This isn't happening.
Random old ladies from my church
are not folding my undies.
- Grab a shovel, young
man, and lend a hand!
That's what this town's
all about, you know.
Helping the needy.
- But I live here.
Which one are you again?
- I told Mr. Streeton he
could keep his shovel.
Left him and the rest of
the do-gooders behind.
I had somewhere more important to be.
- Archie!
Man, it's good to see ya!
Never get any faster, do you, Arch?
- No, guess not.
- So, here to see your mother?
- Yeah.
- On ya, mate.
They love that, mums do.
Makes them feel better knowing
that there's nothing wrong.
That everything's paring
along smoothly at home.
Don't talk about the mess.
Don't talk about the do-gooders.
Don't talk about the letterbox.
Don't talk about the casserole.
Don't talk about not coping.
- So how are you all coping at home?
- Yeah, good.
Quick, talk about something cheerful.
Create a diversion.
So good that I entered the cross country.
The race is tomorrow,
so, yeah, should be good.
- You hate cross country.
- No, I love it!
I know I used to hate it, but...
I found it's kind of relaxing.
Not to mention totally compulsory.
- You find it relaxing?
- Yeah, just the...
Repetition or something.
Scene four.
Hero attempts to pull wool
over his mother's eyes.
Mum's gonna buy it for a
minute, note to the writers.
Wool-pulling scenes
should be left to Cyril.
- Outta the gate, mince
meat, victory all the way!
V- I-C-T-O-R-Y!
Can we win it?
Yes we can!
Because we're here to cheer
for the Patterson House!
Yeah, Patterson!
Woo!
- I would give that 9.5
out of 10, very good.
One tiny little suggestion, though.
"Yes we can, here to cheer
for Patterson House",
that's, that's not even close to rhyming.
- What're you doing?
- Your sports day tomorrow,
some us primary schools are coming,
so I'll be there to cheer you on!
- All I need is
a red shirt, and I'm done!
- While you go look after dinner,
I'll have a look in the closet,
see if Mum's got a red shirt.
How was she, by the way?
- Where did this food come from?
- Someone made it for us!
- And left it on the front doorstep?
- Anyone could have made it Lock.
There were tonnes of
people out there today!
- Did you tell Vicki not
to bring anymore food?
- Too feminine?
Gourmet dinner two nights in a row!
This town is raining kindness.
Neat lawn, new letterbox.
- Yeah, well that's gonna
help us through the night.
- I nearly forgot, someone's
left us a bag of clothes.
- It's well enough we're
the talk of the town,
now they're giving us their hand-me-downs?
- Well, they're just trying to help, Lock.
- Who does that help?
- Well maybe it helps them.
Think of it as our community service.
Team Leonard, Boredom Busters.
- Sarge, whoever gave us those
clothes thinks we're poor.
- We're not poor, are we, Sarge?
- We are rich in every way, Phillip.
Richer than most.
- Bingo!
The universe provides!
- You're not wearing that.
- There's a saying, isn't there?
Charity begins at home.
- Shut up, Cyril.
You're part of the problem.
Mum didn't even want you
here in the first place.
I wish you'd never come at all.
Scene five.
Young hero takes out frustration
on loyal domestic animal.
What's with the costume,
who're you trying to be?
- Your friend.
I wanna help you, Lockie.
Let me.
Let me help you.
- No, I've gone from your
boyfriend to your charity case.
It sucks.
- V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!
Can we win it?
We've got an ounce!
Because we're here to cheer
for the Patterson House!
Woo!
Do you like it?
Sarge did a bit of work on it last night,
and now it rhymes!
Out of the gate, they're mince meat!
- No really,
Mum, I love cross country.
Love it.
It's really...
Relaxing.
- P-A-T-T-E-R-S-O-N!
Go Patterson!
- Get set!
- Strange.
I'm usually hopeless at running.
At this rate, I won't even come last.
Either I'm running very fast,
or they're running very slow.
Maybe they're running
very slow for a reason?
- C-H-A-R-I-T-Y!
Yay, charity!
Does he want it?
No bloomin' way!
But he's gonna get it
because he's got no say!
Woo!
- And
maybe someone asked them
to let poor Lockie Leonard win.
Give him something to smile about.
Scene six.
Young hero sees through
their dead obvious plan
to try and make him feel better.
- What's he doing?
Lockie?
- How'd the race go?
- Don't ask.
- Okey-dokey.
Don't worry, things will pick up.
- Will they?
Well I wish they'd hurry up about it.
I'm sick of being the
world's biggest charity case.
- Cyril's gone, I can't find him anywhere!
- What do you mean, gone?
- He isn't here, he's run away!
And it's my fault,
I just couldn't shut up
about the lamb casserole!
- Hang on a minute!
There could be another
clue if we look for it.
Like, for instance, the
working bee in all it's wisdom
cut the grass.
I reckon he's just gone to
look for something to eat.
What do you reckon, Lock?
- Sure.
- Any news?
- No one's seen him, Sarge.
- Calling all
cars, calling all cars,
missing persons report.
Male, brown eyes, round nose, curly hair.
Answers to the name of Cyril.
- I should've
been helping find Cyril.
It was my fault he'd run
away in the first place,
but my legs took my somewhere else.
- I wasn't expecting you back so soon.
- Well, I just wanted to tell you...
That I'm making a total
mess of everything.
- Lockie, what's happened?
- Everything, and it's only getting worse.
- I won the cross country.
- I know!
How weird is that?
- How do you know I won?
- Vicki told me.
- What?
Vicki came to see you?
- She popped in after school,
she's been in a couple of times, actually.
- What is it with her?
- What, she's not allowed to visit me?
- She can't keep her nose out of anything!
Casseroles, working bees,
organising it so everyone lets
me win at the cross country.
And now she won't even let
me visit my own mom properly!
- It was only a visit, Lockie.
- She dumps me in front
of the whole school,
and then, to make herself feel better,
she treats me like I can't
even tie my own shoelaces!
- She's just trying to show kindness.
- I don't want kindness from her, Mum!
Whose side are you on?
I'm sorry.
I just want things to be
the way they used to be.
And now you're upset,
this exactly why Sarge didn't
want me coming in here.
Dumping stuff all over you.
You coming in here...
Worrying about what I
think, like it matters...
That is exactly what I need.
It's all right.
- I'm supposed to be saying that to you.
- It's all right, Lockie.
Really.
But it wasn't all right,
not by a long shot.
Pushing me to the point where
I'm yelling at my own Mum.
Well this young hero is
done with this movie.
I quit.
From now on, I can
write my own dumb lines,
thank you very much.
- Hi.
- Victoria Streeton.
I've had it with you and your casseroles.
Nice strong opener?
And I've had it with your working bees.
And I've had it with you
organising for me to win
at the cross country.
But more than any of that,
I've had it with you visiting my Mum!
Because-
Well...
Come on, come on, you had
it all worked out perfectly,
all written in your head!
Well, because she's my Mum, and...
Just because Vicki looks so
good and I've got chest pain,
no reason to go to pieces.
And she's not just another
one of your charity cases!
- Is it my turn now?
We'll start with the casseroles, okay?
- Absolutely delicious.
And if you've got time to make more,
we'd be ever so grateful.
- And as for the working bees,
my father's running for mayor again.
It was his idea of chasing a vote,
it had nothing to do with me.
And as for winning the race,
there was no conspiracy of kindness.
Maybe you're just so angry with the world
you won of your own accord.
And as for visiting your mum,
I didn't go to the hospital to visit her,
I go to visit my brother.
Colin.
Monster.
- You have any brothers or sisters?
- A brother, but he's much older.
That's him there.
Colin got into drugs and
then Dad kicked him out,
we haven't seen him since.
- Monster's your brother?
- Maybe it's about time you realised
you're not the centre
of the universe, Lockie.
- Vicki, wait.
- I think someone's following you.
- So my scenes were exploding in my face,
and things weren't going
much better for Sarge.
- The inspector's here!
- He's a day early!
- I know!
- Sir.
Have you, um...
Have you met Barbara?
She's here on work experience.
So...
Given the circumstances...
I had to swallow my
pride and ring Nana Paul.
- Wow.
- Wow indeed, Phillip.
- And casserole was kind
of off the menu, so...
I hope you're all enjoying your toast.
- At least we have Cyril back.
- I don't know about you, fellas,
but I'm not really in the
mood for singing tonight.
Maybe we should leave the
Leonard Family Travelling Scene
as a rest this evening.
- Or maybe that's exactly
what we need to do!
Give all those gossipers and do-gooders
something to really talk about!
Anyway, we're Team Leonard.
Boredom Busters, remember?
- Truth was,
Vicki was helping out
because she understood.
She understood me better
than I understood myself.
And somehow, I still managed
to turn it into a crime.
- Archie!
Get over here!
Want you to meet somebody.
This is my sister, Vicki.
This is Archie.
- Hi Archie.
- Hi.
- So, I have to make an
emergency oil change,
if you know what I mean!
- So...
Lockie Leonard doing charity work?
- We do this every year.
- It's good.
These poor, pathetic people
would be lost without you,
wouldn't they?
It's good you feel sorry for them.
- It's not like that.
- No?
My mistake.
You must just be doing
it because you care.
- You never come at
things head on, do you?
- Not if I can help it.
- So you two getting along?
That's good!
She's gorgeous, isn't she?
- Monster!
I think you're on.
Today I thought we'd chew
the fat about something
we all need to find time
for in our busy bee lives.
Charity.
- It had
been a quiet week in Angelus.
Boredom had struck.
No shark attacks, no alien invasion,
no TV celebrities popping
into the fish shop.
- For those less fortunate amongst us.
- Of course he's
talking about the Leonards.
- Which
meant nobody had anything
to talk about, except us.
It seemed the whole
town was gossiping about
the Leonard family difficulties.
Mum Leonard had dropped her bundle,
she'd gone round the twist,
completely cuckoo-lulu,
ended up in the hospital loony bin.
And who could blame her really?
With a family like that?
Poetry reading policeman for a husband?
A little one who eats
anything that's not tied down?
The middle one, Phillip, still
wetting the bed, at his age.
Lockie!
- And Lockie?
Weirdest of the lot.
No wonder that he'd got rid of him.
We weren't coping, apparently.
House was a bomb site, apparently.
Coming apart at the seams, apparently.
- Morning.
- According
to the blabbermouths,
we were charity cases for sure.
Yep, it was like the whole
town was busy writing a movie
about how bad things were for us.
Coming soon to a big screen
near you, "The Loopy Leonards",
starring in-
- Gimme a 'C'!
- C!
- Gimme an 'H'!
- H!
- Gimme an 'A'!
- A!
- Gimme an 'R'!
- R!
- Gimme an 'I'!
- I!
- A 'T'!
- T!
- And a 'Y'!
- Y!
- What's that spell?
- Charity!
- So,
the script had been written.
Might as well see what they cooked up.
Scene one.
We open at the Loopy Leonards home.
The sun was setting.
The mozzies had started
dive bombing in squadrons.
And then.
And another most kind
soul left a food offering
on the doorstep.
- Lamb.
Or it could be beef!
Yes, definitely beef!
- Sarge, I wanna go see Mum tomorrow.
- Um, look, I can't get away,
I've let things slide a little
bit down at the station.
- Why can't I go on my own?
Eggwed's pert to see his mum on his own.
- We'll see.
- Which basically means no.
- I just don't want to upset her a lot.
- Upset her with me?
- Or with anything.
Lord, if I had my way, I'd
be camped out under a bed
day and night.
How does maybe sound?
- Lamb is it?
- Not if you're talking to Cyril it's not!
- You made lamb casserole?
- Found it on the step.
- Hang on, where had I seen
that casserole dish before?
Vicki?
- Lockie!
- What brings you to this
hospital corridor, young Streeton?
- I'm just helping out.
- What're you doing?
- I'm not hungry.
- Cross country race on Monday, Lock.
You're gonna need your
energy if you're gonna win.
- Have you seen me run?
- He turns down the first
decent meal in two weeks!
And people think I'm the weird one.
- That casserole was from Vicki Streeton.
- I always liked her.
- And in the morning, you're
gonna take the dish back
and tell her we don't want anymore.
- Um, why would I do that?
- Because, I don't wanna be
just another one of her
charity cases, clear?
So tomorrow, take back the
dish, and tell her to butt out.
- And if I don't?
- Scene two, our hero makes
his younger brother an offer
he can't refuse.
You'll be sorry.
Not maybe.
Will be.
Which takes us to scene three,
set at the glamorous home of
the casserole queen herself.
Our hero sends his younger
brother to do his dirty work.
Not very heroic, I know,
but I couldn't face Vicki.
I was afraid of what I might do.
Throw myself at her knees,
beg for more charity.
But Vicki wasn't the only
one with charity on the mind.
Suddenly, the whole town was
keen to get in on the act.
- Can you go a bit faster
on this grass, please?
All the long grass down
this way right now.
- I got it, Harry.
- Good to see ya, ladies.
Stand back there, son.
- That's our letterbox!
- Well we've
had to get drastic with it,
my boy.
- This isn't happening.
Random old ladies from my church
are not folding my undies.
- Grab a shovel, young
man, and lend a hand!
That's what this town's
all about, you know.
Helping the needy.
- But I live here.
Which one are you again?
- I told Mr. Streeton he
could keep his shovel.
Left him and the rest of
the do-gooders behind.
I had somewhere more important to be.
- Archie!
Man, it's good to see ya!
Never get any faster, do you, Arch?
- No, guess not.
- So, here to see your mother?
- Yeah.
- On ya, mate.
They love that, mums do.
Makes them feel better knowing
that there's nothing wrong.
That everything's paring
along smoothly at home.
Don't talk about the mess.
Don't talk about the do-gooders.
Don't talk about the letterbox.
Don't talk about the casserole.
Don't talk about not coping.
- So how are you all coping at home?
- Yeah, good.
Quick, talk about something cheerful.
Create a diversion.
So good that I entered the cross country.
The race is tomorrow,
so, yeah, should be good.
- You hate cross country.
- No, I love it!
I know I used to hate it, but...
I found it's kind of relaxing.
Not to mention totally compulsory.
- You find it relaxing?
- Yeah, just the...
Repetition or something.
Scene four.
Hero attempts to pull wool
over his mother's eyes.
Mum's gonna buy it for a
minute, note to the writers.
Wool-pulling scenes
should be left to Cyril.
- Outta the gate, mince
meat, victory all the way!
V- I-C-T-O-R-Y!
Can we win it?
Yes we can!
Because we're here to cheer
for the Patterson House!
Yeah, Patterson!
Woo!
- I would give that 9.5
out of 10, very good.
One tiny little suggestion, though.
"Yes we can, here to cheer
for Patterson House",
that's, that's not even close to rhyming.
- What're you doing?
- Your sports day tomorrow,
some us primary schools are coming,
so I'll be there to cheer you on!
- All I need is
a red shirt, and I'm done!
- While you go look after dinner,
I'll have a look in the closet,
see if Mum's got a red shirt.
How was she, by the way?
- Where did this food come from?
- Someone made it for us!
- And left it on the front doorstep?
- Anyone could have made it Lock.
There were tonnes of
people out there today!
- Did you tell Vicki not
to bring anymore food?
- Too feminine?
Gourmet dinner two nights in a row!
This town is raining kindness.
Neat lawn, new letterbox.
- Yeah, well that's gonna
help us through the night.
- I nearly forgot, someone's
left us a bag of clothes.
- It's well enough we're
the talk of the town,
now they're giving us their hand-me-downs?
- Well, they're just trying to help, Lock.
- Who does that help?
- Well maybe it helps them.
Think of it as our community service.
Team Leonard, Boredom Busters.
- Sarge, whoever gave us those
clothes thinks we're poor.
- We're not poor, are we, Sarge?
- We are rich in every way, Phillip.
Richer than most.
- Bingo!
The universe provides!
- You're not wearing that.
- There's a saying, isn't there?
Charity begins at home.
- Shut up, Cyril.
You're part of the problem.
Mum didn't even want you
here in the first place.
I wish you'd never come at all.
Scene five.
Young hero takes out frustration
on loyal domestic animal.
What's with the costume,
who're you trying to be?
- Your friend.
I wanna help you, Lockie.
Let me.
Let me help you.
- No, I've gone from your
boyfriend to your charity case.
It sucks.
- V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!
Can we win it?
We've got an ounce!
Because we're here to cheer
for the Patterson House!
Woo!
Do you like it?
Sarge did a bit of work on it last night,
and now it rhymes!
Out of the gate, they're mince meat!
- No really,
Mum, I love cross country.
Love it.
It's really...
Relaxing.
- P-A-T-T-E-R-S-O-N!
Go Patterson!
- Get set!
- Strange.
I'm usually hopeless at running.
At this rate, I won't even come last.
Either I'm running very fast,
or they're running very slow.
Maybe they're running
very slow for a reason?
- C-H-A-R-I-T-Y!
Yay, charity!
Does he want it?
No bloomin' way!
But he's gonna get it
because he's got no say!
Woo!
- And
maybe someone asked them
to let poor Lockie Leonard win.
Give him something to smile about.
Scene six.
Young hero sees through
their dead obvious plan
to try and make him feel better.
- What's he doing?
Lockie?
- How'd the race go?
- Don't ask.
- Okey-dokey.
Don't worry, things will pick up.
- Will they?
Well I wish they'd hurry up about it.
I'm sick of being the
world's biggest charity case.
- Cyril's gone, I can't find him anywhere!
- What do you mean, gone?
- He isn't here, he's run away!
And it's my fault,
I just couldn't shut up
about the lamb casserole!
- Hang on a minute!
There could be another
clue if we look for it.
Like, for instance, the
working bee in all it's wisdom
cut the grass.
I reckon he's just gone to
look for something to eat.
What do you reckon, Lock?
- Sure.
- Any news?
- No one's seen him, Sarge.
- Calling all
cars, calling all cars,
missing persons report.
Male, brown eyes, round nose, curly hair.
Answers to the name of Cyril.
- I should've
been helping find Cyril.
It was my fault he'd run
away in the first place,
but my legs took my somewhere else.
- I wasn't expecting you back so soon.
- Well, I just wanted to tell you...
That I'm making a total
mess of everything.
- Lockie, what's happened?
- Everything, and it's only getting worse.
- I won the cross country.
- I know!
How weird is that?
- How do you know I won?
- Vicki told me.
- What?
Vicki came to see you?
- She popped in after school,
she's been in a couple of times, actually.
- What is it with her?
- What, she's not allowed to visit me?
- She can't keep her nose out of anything!
Casseroles, working bees,
organising it so everyone lets
me win at the cross country.
And now she won't even let
me visit my own mom properly!
- It was only a visit, Lockie.
- She dumps me in front
of the whole school,
and then, to make herself feel better,
she treats me like I can't
even tie my own shoelaces!
- She's just trying to show kindness.
- I don't want kindness from her, Mum!
Whose side are you on?
I'm sorry.
I just want things to be
the way they used to be.
And now you're upset,
this exactly why Sarge didn't
want me coming in here.
Dumping stuff all over you.
You coming in here...
Worrying about what I
think, like it matters...
That is exactly what I need.
It's all right.
- I'm supposed to be saying that to you.
- It's all right, Lockie.
Really.
But it wasn't all right,
not by a long shot.
Pushing me to the point where
I'm yelling at my own Mum.
Well this young hero is
done with this movie.
I quit.
From now on, I can
write my own dumb lines,
thank you very much.
- Hi.
- Victoria Streeton.
I've had it with you and your casseroles.
Nice strong opener?
And I've had it with your working bees.
And I've had it with you
organising for me to win
at the cross country.
But more than any of that,
I've had it with you visiting my Mum!
Because-
Well...
Come on, come on, you had
it all worked out perfectly,
all written in your head!
Well, because she's my Mum, and...
Just because Vicki looks so
good and I've got chest pain,
no reason to go to pieces.
And she's not just another
one of your charity cases!
- Is it my turn now?
We'll start with the casseroles, okay?
- Absolutely delicious.
And if you've got time to make more,
we'd be ever so grateful.
- And as for the working bees,
my father's running for mayor again.
It was his idea of chasing a vote,
it had nothing to do with me.
And as for winning the race,
there was no conspiracy of kindness.
Maybe you're just so angry with the world
you won of your own accord.
And as for visiting your mum,
I didn't go to the hospital to visit her,
I go to visit my brother.
Colin.
Monster.
- You have any brothers or sisters?
- A brother, but he's much older.
That's him there.
Colin got into drugs and
then Dad kicked him out,
we haven't seen him since.
- Monster's your brother?
- Maybe it's about time you realised
you're not the centre
of the universe, Lockie.
- Vicki, wait.
- I think someone's following you.
- So my scenes were exploding in my face,
and things weren't going
much better for Sarge.
- The inspector's here!
- He's a day early!
- I know!
- Sir.
Have you, um...
Have you met Barbara?
She's here on work experience.
So...
Given the circumstances...
I had to swallow my
pride and ring Nana Paul.
- Wow.
- Wow indeed, Phillip.
- And casserole was kind
of off the menu, so...
I hope you're all enjoying your toast.
- At least we have Cyril back.
- I don't know about you, fellas,
but I'm not really in the
mood for singing tonight.
Maybe we should leave the
Leonard Family Travelling Scene
as a rest this evening.
- Or maybe that's exactly
what we need to do!
Give all those gossipers and do-gooders
something to really talk about!
Anyway, we're Team Leonard.
Boredom Busters, remember?
- Truth was,
Vicki was helping out
because she understood.
She understood me better
than I understood myself.
And somehow, I still managed
to turn it into a crime.
- Archie!
Get over here!
Want you to meet somebody.
This is my sister, Vicki.
This is Archie.
- Hi Archie.
- Hi.
- So, I have to make an
emergency oil change,
if you know what I mean!
- So...
Lockie Leonard doing charity work?
- We do this every year.
- It's good.
These poor, pathetic people
would be lost without you,
wouldn't they?
It's good you feel sorry for them.
- It's not like that.
- No?
My mistake.
You must just be doing
it because you care.
- You never come at
things head on, do you?
- Not if I can help it.
- So you two getting along?
That's good!
She's gorgeous, isn't she?
- Monster!
I think you're on.