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Come on, Brooke. We're not in class.

Take that rod out of your back. I have natural elegance.

Mrs. Omrid told me. She told me I rode like a cowboy.

Get up.

Come on. Go, Gypsy.

Come on.

Whoa,

Gypsy. Well there.

Shake it up.

What's the point of being elegant if you're as slow as a snail?

Snail.

Let's show them a bit. Get up. Go.

Not so far.

Marion needs to break the drought.

Those two might want to join him. You bet. Let's go, Banjo.

Come on, Snot.

Go, Belle, go!

Yeah! Yeah, go on!

Bet mine goes further than yours.

No way, mate.

I've got the biggest mouth this side of the Pacific.

Now just get on with it.

There, boy. Whoa, daddy.

Elegance beats cowboy.

Told you. He's cheated, you rat.

If you hadn't... You blind

bucket.

What do you think you're doing?

Haven't you heard of a toilet?

What, you want to see the back view as well?

Stop this then. You are so disgusting.

That's enough, Spike.

Come on, boys.

We've places to go.

And playful to Nate.

A dog? What is he going to do?

What's that noise?

Our truck!

No, the velvets! No!

There's something you should see.

Abby!

Where's Velvet?

They're just coming. They?

Come on! Not on holiday!

Ow!

You won't be riding for a while.

Come on.

I'll give you a lift.

Hey!

Hey, put me down!

Abby! He's right, Brooke. You can't ride with your ankle like that. Hey, what

are you doing? I'm not going in this.

Well, if you want us to leave you here, I'm afraid you'll have to.

Now, where would you like to go?

It's her birthday. We need to be in town at the park for a party.

A party?

I hope you're not expecting to dance.

Abby, do something.

I'll phone Mum and tell her you're coming.

You'll be fine, honest.

In the ute, boys.

Marion? You help bring the ponies back.

And you, young lady, hop this on and we'll be off.

No way am I wearing this.

Then it looks like you might miss your own party.

Sir, your name's Marion, right? Any objections?

No, but isn't Marion a girl's name?

Well, isn't Abbey a place where monks live?

Okay, okay.

Only asking.

I've got a cute dog.

Come on, boy.

Come here.

Snob doesn't like strangers.

Well, don't be like that, Snob. I reckon you and I could be good friends if we

tried.

Okay, but it's your loss, you know.

You think we can get going now? Sure.

What planet did they come from?

Hey, Marion, got yourself a new horse.

You know them?

My family. And they're from the same planet as you, okay?

You don't have to be so touchy. And you don't have to be so smart. Well, if

that's how you feel, then go and join them. I don't need your help. Fine.

Come on, snobs.

You and Brooke are supposed to be here by now. Everyone's waiting.

Oh, you can't possibly be serious. What's wrong? Has something happened? A

motorbike? Oh, no, there hasn't been an accident, has there?

All right, all right. Just get back here, now.

Whatever you say, Mum.

Come on, Gypsy. And let's not rush things this time, OK?

Guard this with your life, Carla. Yes, Dad. It must not be touched, it must not

be licked, it must not be dropped.

Yes, Dad.

Isn't that... Brooke?

Maybe he's a circus performer. I heard there might be some at the party.

I don't think he's from a circus.

Why not?

Easy, snobs, easy.

Good looking tape, though.

You're right.

This is definitely no circus.

Who are they? Ferals.

Ferals? Yeah, travellers, nomads.

Go where they like, squat where they like. They're bad news.

Why is Brooke with them?

Good question.

You'd better get a cake down to the park.

And don't let any of those ferals even look at it.

Yep.

Happy birthday, Brooke. Whoa.

Looks like you're a popular girl around here.

Better make a bit of an entrance then.

That cunt, Brooke.

I'm afraid it is.

Brooke,

are you all right? I'm fine, Mum. Please don't fight.

Your daughter? Yes. Brooke, get out of there.

You can't. Not on that ankle.

Come on, you ladyship. Oh, poor darling.

You must be in agony.

Mum, I'm fine.

It's just a sprain.

Well, at least take off that silly helmet. You look ridiculous.

Thanks for looking after my daughter.

No problem. Don't mention it. Oh, thank you, Mr... Tobar.

Tobar Freeman.

Yes, thank you.

But don't let us hold you up.

Oh, you're not holding me up.

Always happy to help the neighbours.

Why... did he call us neighbors oh who knows he's clearly half mad look at

appalling clothes mom mom i've been here

How's the ankle? Abigail Oakley, you have some serious explaining to do. I've

been as quick as I can. That's not the point. Why were you so... What on earth?

Oh, the sandals!

It's them!

What are they doing here?

They want to wreck my party.

It's an invasion!

We'll see about that.

It's not a bad place, is it?

Excuse me!

You can't park those vehicles here.

It's my daughter's birthday.

We're holding a party.

Oh, we don't mind in the least. Go right ahead.

Well, we mind.

This is the town park and it's for the use of the town people. We insist you

move on.

Do you now?

Let's check this place out. Come on, boy.

Come on, Banjo. This is so unfair.

They're ruining everything.

Woo -hoo!

and take all your disgusting friends with you. Okay, okay.

Come on, snubs.

Hey, snubs.

I'm still willing to be friends with you. Come on, tell him to say hello.

Don't touch him, Abby. You'll get fleas all over him.

Oh, he's all right.

Aren't you, snubs?

Come on, snubs.

Stay away from them, Lydia.

You'll get fleas all over you.

I think you are being...

Extremely unreasonable.

We're unreasonable. If you won't move on, you give us no choice but to call

police. Go ahead.

Would you like us to call them for you?

That won't be necessary.

Clarissa?

Hey, Marius!

Come on, join us!

Yeah!

Wait here, boy.

Where do you think you're going, boofhead? Yeah, you boofhead.

Come on, Marion!

It's a bus!

Marion?

Did he just call you Marion?

Well, what's it to you?

Oh, well, where are your ribbons, girly? And your party dress?

This is our party, girly.

Yeah, you big girl.

What do you think, Brooke?

Dad spent all morning on it. It's fantastic.

It's the only nice thing that's happened all day.

Don't do it.

I'll be back when I get it, girlie. Beach time!

What's going on?

These traps didn't threaten the park.

Come on.

Get down.

Thank goodness you're here, Constable. What's going on here?

Constable, this park belongs to our community. These people just march in

They're disrupting our park. We didn't disrupt anything.

The children have run amok, and now they claim they're going to camp here. You

have to move them on. Why? We haven't broken any law.

This is our park in our town. You don't belong here. Oh, rubbish. We have every

right to be here. You have no right. All right, just settle down, please. Let's

try and discuss this calmly.

Looks pretty ugly. As long as we get rid of these horrible people, I don't care

what it looks like.

them back okay you're stealing them take it easy bro you lousy little thief

brooke help mommy he's stealing my presents oh

see constable see the kind of people they are that's my son and he's not a

oh and i suppose those presents just jumped into his hand did they how dare

let's just call it please sam don't ask that boy to come and see me will you

come on

wasn't stealing.

I know what I saw. Brooke, he saved your pony. He wrecked my party.

Carla, you tell her.

The presents were in his hands. See?

I just don't get you.

Oh, well, where are you going?

Why should you care?

Where do you think you're going, Marion?

Think you can fly, do you?

Hope your mutt can swim, mate.

Swab, stay back.

We don't like thieves around here. Yeah, which means we don't like you.

You stupid dog.

What's going on?

You.

You idiots!

What were you doing? It wasn't our fault! We didn't touch him! Come on,

It's an emergency.

You okay?

Sort of.

Yeah.

Get off, will ya?

Great, Snobs. That's just what I need.

You must be okay.

Snobs hates people touching him. Snobs and I are mates now.

Aren't we, Snobs?

Where'd you learn all that rescue stuff?

Junior Lifesavers.

Yeah? You're my first real victim.

Well, thanks.

No worries.

Thanks for stopping my horse.

Well, now we're even, hey?

Simple fact is, Constable, these people don't belong here. And they were caught

stealing, and they're trespassing. We have every right to be here. This is our

park, owned by our council. It's not council land.

Mum, what are you doing here?

Kizzy.

Gwen. You know her.

This land belongs to me.

Yep, it's true, she does own it.

Since when?

Since your father gave it to me before he died.

Who's she?

My grandmother.

But why haven't I known about this?

This may come as a surprise to you, Rachel, but there are a lot of things

don't know.

Doesn't sound like they get on too well. They never have.

I'm glad you're here, Mrs. Walston.

As the owner, you can send these people on their way.

Can't do that, Clarissa.

Why not?

Because I invited them here.

You what?

I wrote to Gwit.

Mrs. Walston, explaining that we needed somewhere to stay for a while, she very

kindly agreed to let us use her land.

For how long?

Just a few months.

A few months?

Mum, you can't possibly permit this.

I can, and I will.

These people need some help.

You can't be here for a while. Well, it's the least we can do.

Looks like we get to hang out a while, eh?

Yes. Mrs. Walston, these people are strangers.

They won't fit in here.

And they're thieves.

Abby, what happened to you?

Bit of an accident.

Nothing. He's the boy that was stealing the present. He wasn't stealing.

Tell them, Brooke.

Brooke.

He looked like he was stealing.

Didn't he, Carla?

Um, I don't know.

I bet not one present is missing. Count them if you want. I'll do no such thing.

That's enough, Abby.

What are you going to do about this, Constable?

Well, I'm sorry, Mrs Oakley, there's nothing I can do.

As long as your mother permits it, these people are perfectly entitled to stay

here.

Get in the car, Abby, and get away from that foul dog!

Bit of a snack?

Just a bit. Good enough for me?

No worries. Look what they left behind.

I don't wear it.

I love birthdays.

Better wear that with knobs.