Windcatcher

- - Terminal Velocity!

Technologically advanced for ultimate durability.

Futuristically fatal distance slayers for real stayers

with terminal power and velocity

for speed so fast they're deadly.

Terminal Velocity - it's the grip that lets you rip.

G'day, I'm Curly Hawkins, All-Australian football player.

Kicking goals and winning premierships takes a massive toll on my shoes.

That's why I head down to the Shoe Emporium

for the best prices in town.

Get down to your local Shoe Emporium today.

- Shop 12, Main Street, Herbertson-- -

Who wakes up at 4:45 a.m.?

Me.

I'm Percy Boy Collins.

And I really need a new pair of shoes.

This is my house. I live here with my two aunties and my pop.

Good morning, Pop.

Morning.

Where's the Vegemite?

He's gettin' old, this fella.

Pop, you know Aunty likes it in the fridge!

He reckons Vegemite will put hairs on my chest.

Who on earth would want hairs on their chest?

- Ready for work? - Yeah.

- I'm gonna quit but. - Truly?

I'd keep quiet if I was you.

Morning!

And these are my two crazy aunties.

Why is every light in the house on?

Sorry, Aunty Cressida. Morning, Aunty Prue.

- Morning. - How's Crackles?

- Still talkin' cheeky. - Hey!

You nuisance.

Is there a frog in the house?

Dad, that's disgusting!

Crackles!

Oh, Pop!

Hmm? Smells lovely.

- You, out! -

Go sit in that good chair of yours.

Oh, you know if I sit in that thing, I'll never get out again.

Mm-hm.

Come on.

Where's the Vegemite?

Oh, it's in the cupboard, where it belongs!

I'd better go. I'll be late for work.

Keep your head down when you work,

your chin up and your fists to yourself.

- And don't be afraid of the dark. - I'm not afraid of the dark.

- -

- Maybe I'm a little afraid of the dark. -

Morning, Mrs. Lou.

- Ah, good morning, Percy Boy. -

When you finish dressing, meet me in the hay shed.

- - That's my boss, Mrs. Lou.

And that's my pop's horse out the back.

She's retired now.

Same time Thursday?

Actually, Lou, I'm quitting.

I hounded her for weeks to get this job.

You hounded me for weeks to get a job here!

Yeah. Sorry.

If you quit, there's no coming back. Understood?

I'd better get going. See ya, Mrs. Lou.

And tomorrow I'll have enough money to buy my new shoes.

Yeah, I can almost afford to get my new shoes.

I told you - Terminal Velocities.

It's the grip that lets your rip, they reckon.

I'll be even faster than I am now.

Oi.

School!

Bus.

Talk tomorrow. See ya, Pop!

Truly?

And one more thing you should know about me

is I like to run.

A lot.

What happened now, Percy?

Funny story, hey, Miss.

I missed the bus, so I took off running, eh?

Well, that is the most interesting story I've heard all day, Percy Boy.

And I'm that fast, Miss, that I beat the bus to school.

Well, if you're so fast, why didn't you just beat the bus to the next stop?

Yeah, um, nuh. I think you missed the point, hey, Miss.

Your tape's undone, Percy Boy.

Just the person we're looking for.

Ben, I don't have any money.

You know the rules.

Swirlie it is.

No! No!

- -

- I hate you! - Guess you'll bring cash next time, eh?

- -

Keithy, welcome to our big little school, or our small big school.

Anyway, welcome.

Do you want to tell the class a little bit about yourself?

Hello.

Like, my name is Keith Cobb, but everyone just calls me 'Keithy'.

Can I just call you 'Fatty'?

Ben Duncan! You can pick up 50 papers at recess for that.

Oh, come on, I was just joking, Miss.

- Which way, lads? -

Oi, new fella. Percy Boy Collins, grade five.

Uh... Percy Boy Collins!

That's my name, don't wear it out.

Nah, gammon. What, Miss?

Well, it's five past 9:00. You're late.

Well, it coulda been worse. I coulda did a number two.

- - Yeah, funny.

Keithy, why don't you take a seat next to Percy Boy?

Um, a bit of shush, please.

Percy, can you see me before recess?

Got that gout again, Mr. Saxby?

- - Is he gone yet, lad?

- He's gone. - Good.

Like, is this really what you have to write?

"I must not be late to class, then run my mouth faster

"than the legs that made me late for class in the first place."

I know. 50 times. And I've only done two lines.

This is gonna take me all term.

Don't you want your ball back? Just grab it, Daisy. It's right here.

Want it? You sure?

Yep.

- Come on, Daisy. - What's the matter, little piggy?

Leave her alone!

Bruss, she'll work it out.

Nuh, I gotta help her.

Mr. Saxby, help!

- It's mine! - Don't you want your ball back?

- Too small. - Give me my footy, or else!

Or else what?

Oi! What on earth do you think you're doing?

Daisy, get inside. You two, get back to your classroom.

Aw, sir, we were just muckin' around.

Stay away from them. That's the Wolf Pack.

You wait, fatty.

Before I forget, the voucher race is tomorrow at lunch.

And, also, the sign-up sheet for the Athletics Carnival

is up on the notice board.

Alright?

That's a flash watch, lad.

Oh. Like, my dad gave it to me.

To remember him when we're apart.

Bruss, any chance you could time me with that thing at lunch?

- - Wow.

Did you see that? Man, that was fast!

How'd I do?

It was, like, 15 seconds.

Yeah, lad, that's not bad. I reckon I could win that race tomorrow.

Like, what's the race for?

The School Council puts it on once a year.

It's to promote health and fitness or something.

The winner gets a $50 voucher!

Like, that's pretty good. What are you gonna buy with it?

Bruss, there's these shoes I've been saving for.

- What do you want? - I want to play.

No! You can't play.

Why not?

You're just not allowed.

- Hey, team? - Yeah!

- You're too rough. - It's not 'cause she's too rough, Gabe.

- It's 'cause she plays like a girl. -

Mr. Saxby!

Daisy, Ben's the captain, and he said no. Now chop-chop.

- What about assistant coach? - Go and try out for the netball team.

I'm sorry, Daisy, but I have to think about team unity.

And you've never even been a coach.

I could out-play and out-coach the lot of you.

- - Sure, sure.

Rightio, boys...

I thought it would be different here.

Percy Boy!

Why are we stoppin'?

Like, this is where me and my mum live.

That's a flash house, bruss.

Wait, where's your dad?

He and Mum are getting divorced.

Oh. Sorry, bruss.

What about your parents?

What's the time, lad?

5:00 p.m.

Oh, I'd better go home, before it gets dark. See ya.

But it doesn't get dark for another three hours!

- Oi! You're late for school. -

Come on, I'll drop you off.

See ya after school.

Ah, front seat, front seat.

And watch for cars.

Only crims sit in the back.

Thanks for the lift.

Hey, hey...

How's that lovely aunty of yours?

- Aunty Prue? - Mm...