Oddball

-(KEY CLACKS) -Argh!

-(KEY CLACKS) -(GRUNTS)

-(KEY CLACKS) -Argh! Argh!

-(KEYS CLACK) -Ooh!

Far, far away

in a magical part of the world,

there is a special place -

the sleepy town of Warrnambool.

Where fairy penguins - the littlest penguins of all -

call home.

They nest on a rocky place called Middle Island.

For years, the townspeople

walked the shallow channel to the island

to watch thousands of fairy penguins return home at night.

Because the penguins brought a special magic to the town.

But one night,

foxes found that they too could walk to the island.

And in just a few short years...

.. there were hardly any penguins left.

And there was nothing the townspeople

could do to save them.

This is just awful.

Especially if you're a penguin.

Jack, Zoe, how many penguins are left?

You know, I'm gonna let Watt be the angel of doom.

Em, look, you should know that the numbers aren't great, OK?

Morning, Emily. Sorry to be the...

-How many, Mr Watt? -20.

W-what? You just did your count.

Maybe some left already.

Zoe did her count at dawn before they go out to hunt. It's 20.

I remember when there were thousands here. What a shame.

Maybe they're just staying out to protect themselves.

We just need to hold the foxes off a little while.

-How? With tranquilliser guns? -Yeah.

-See how well that's been going. -I was actually doing alright

till the foxes defied nature and learnt how to swim.

Listen, your annual review is in two weeks.

To keep funding and sanctuary status,

you need at least 10 penguins to call this place home.

-And at this rate... -Mr Watt, Paul, please.

You knew my mum. This sanctuary was her everything.

I can't let her down. Please.

That's why I've stuck my neck out with council for so long.

I'm sorry, Emily.

But if council sees less than 10 penguins next month,

the place won't be a sanctuary, it'll just be a rock.

So now what do we do?

Well, unless things take a turn, we're all out of work.

With the fairy penguins almost gone,

it seems the magic of Warrnambool

will soon be gone too.

The town's only hope now lies with...

.. a chicken farmer and his very odd dog.

-(CHICKENS SQUAWK) -They just don't know it yet.

Right. Ugh!

Brrr! Brrr!

Brrr!

Ah, yes!

Nothing like a good cold kick to the ventricles

to start the day, eh, ladies?

Oh.

Mmm!

Beautiful!

Morning, Missy.

Oddball! Breakfast!

Oddball, where are you, mate?

Oh! Get out of there!

How many times do I have to tell you, you crazy dog?

Here. That's your food.

What are you waiting for - a knife and fork? Just eat it up.

Right, your turn to shower.

The only Maremma dog in history

that can't bring itself to guard chickens.

Explain that to me.

Huh? (SIGHS) Give me one good reason

why I shouldn't trade you in to the highest bidder.

-Not that I'd get much for you. -(BARKS)

There's a good one, then.

You! You're still grounded.

So stay. OK?

I'm off to pick up Livvie.

And don't destroy anything!

And if you do, glue it back together

so I don't know about it.

Another day, another dozen.

What happened to 'stay'? Eh?

You are dopey if you think you're coming into town with me.

-(ODDBALL WHINES) -(SIGHS) Alright.

Well, move over. Go on. Shove over.

Go on, over you get.

Keep your head down and your mouth shut.

Took me six months to pay off your last debt.

Move over! Alright. Off we go.

I am really sorry about the penguins, Olivia.

You know, I'm sure that your mom and her team,

they're doing everything they can.

They're very smart. Um...

But, hey, you know what? This gives us a chance to bond.

Right? No? Maybe not.

Hey, Olivia, we're in a bit of a hurry.

Did you get your bag all packed?

-Bag's on the table. -Ah!

Good. Of course you did, of course you did.

Because you... are mature. You're an adult.

What are you? You're, like... you're, like, 30 or 35, 36.

I'm 9.

I know, I was joking. A joke.

Hey, I was going to wait until your mom got here,

but no time like the present.

-(GIGGLES) -OK, well, that is for you.

Just to say thank you for being such a good hostess.

Did you want crust or no crust?

I always do no crust. I'm going to do no crust.

Thanks.

I heard that everyone is wearing those now.

And why would I want to be like everyone else?

Oh... that's right.

Your mom told me that you were a bit of a trailblazer. No!

Hey. Emily! (CHUCKLES)

No. No, no. Everything's great.

Right? Huh?

No, we're having a wonderful time.

Don't worry about it. Huh?

What? Your dad?

When? No, no, no, no. You said he was never on time.

(OVER RADIO) Livvie. Calling Livvie.

Out the front in T minus 10 seconds.

Copy, Grandad. Be right out. Over.

-Got to go! -He's here. What do I do?

-Ah, there's my Livvie. -Grandad, flip me over!

Hang on, watch me back. I can't flip you over anymore.

You're too big. You'll just pull me over.

That's because you're such a great big giant.

Grandad, you're not supposed to bring Oddball into town!

-(BARKS) -(GASPS) Oh, shoo!

Shoo! Get away! Go!

I see you in there. Get out here now!

If you don't, I'm gonna come in there and drag you out.

-Oh, no. -(BARKS)

Come on, you dopey thing. Get out here!

Not the tie!

What have you got there? Hey?

Come on, show me what you've got.

Oh, yeah, he's got a bit of fight, don't you?

What is it? Where did you get that?

Hi. -Hey. Where have you been?

-Uh... Hi, Mum!

Hi. I'm so sorry.

Our first morning together has just turned into a mess.

Oh, that's OK. Hey, I like your mess.

-Let's go. -Go... Wait, go? Now?

Yeah. He'll just come in and then you'll be trapped.

Don't worry. Keep it fast and don't stop moving.

-Hmm. -Hi, Dad! Right.

-Let's get going, eh? -(BRADLEY SIGHS)

Hi. Uh, Bradley Slater.

We've met, um...

-Oh. -(ODDBALL WHIMPERS)

Dad, Oddy's not supposed to be in town.

You can't afford a repeat of last time.

Well, this isn't town and your yard's got a fence.

Alright, we've all got places to go and things to do.

I've got a big rehearsal tonight for the opening night.

-Goodbye. -What's he doing here?

I was called away early this morning

and Bradley really helped us out. You behaved, right?

Oh, we're practically BFFs.

Alright, come on, then. Chop-chop. Hop into the truck.

Bradley helped out, eh?

Really? You and the tourism blow-in, huh?

I... I like him.

And he's not scared away by the single mum thing,

so don't screw this up, OK?

Alright. It's none of my business.

-(ENGINE GRINDS) -Oh, just grind away, Betty.

Come on, darling. Hold your tongue to your left.

-(ENGINE GRINDS) -Too far.

-Try the right. -(ENGINE GRINDS)

-No. Try the left. -(ENGINE GRINDS)

-No. Try the middle. -(ENGINE GRINDS)

Nope. Out more. Ah!

(ENGINE SPUTTERS, STARTS)

Tongue out the middle. Come on, Oddy!

Uh, this Bradley, what do you think?

He tried to buy me off with shoes.

Lord help us.

Well, you know if you ever need anything, I'm always here.

-(ODDBALL FARTS) -Oddball!

-Gross! -Oh! Oh, wow.

-Eugh, yuck! -That'd make an onion cry.

That is disgusting. Definitely yuck!

Oddball, that is wrong.

Hello, little one.

(ODDBALL WHIMPERS, THEN BARKS)

Reopening the village