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and catch the white water wave.

All right,

you two, let's get back. Pronto.

Come on.

Look, it's not concerned.

Well, how about that?

And what are you supposed to be?

He's Super Snops. And I'm... A freeman. Like Pierre in your mum and kizzy wear.

Like a townie.

Trying to look like a feral.

Townies don't wear antique tixie belts.

That's pretty cool, actually.

It's grand. She's going to give it to me for my 18th birthday.

You and Snops can come to my party.

Don't know where we'll be in seven years.

Don't know where we'll be next year, even. Well...

Maybe you won't be here long enough for breakfast, even.

Oi, Snogs!

Snogs, you're in trouble!

You know, if a dog's greedy, it makes him easier to train.

Well, he's always got an incentive.

Hi, I'm Bill Bembridge.

And this is Saffy.

Introduce yourself.

Hi, Sophie. What can we do for you, Mr Bembridge?

Bill. Ben.

And this is my granddaughter, Abby, and Marion Freeman, who owns Snobs.

You're not brother and sister, then?

I thought the belt and the gypsy outfits.

I saw Snobs surfing this morning. Look, I know you're not meant to have dogs on

the beach.

It's a stupid rule, if you ask me.

I had my own dogs down there this morning, too. You did?

I run a show called Power Performing Dogs.

Yeah. I saw that program on TV. The dogs do tricks and stuff.

I thought you were here to bust me.

Hardly. I'm here to see what your dog can do on dry land.

Anything you want. Well, how do you and snobs feel about calling into our

rehearsal this afternoon and doing an audition for our troupe?

You know, Phil said he was a lot like me when he was a kid with his first dog. I

heard him.

What's that smell?

It's a sticky, crunchy, peanut butter, brownie, fudgy sort of thingy.

Looks like something you stepped in. It's fantastic.

Try it.

Glue! Shoe polish. Oh, nick off.

I was going to sell it at the dog show that starts tomorrow.

Power performing dog.

Bill the owner's going to audition snobs. Visavo. No way.

Freeman's honour.

Snob will show him he's a star, won't you, boy?

Better try some then, Snob.

Might be better as dog food, Spike.

Our first school magazine, it's ruined.

Brooke totally hacked my article, Kids Can Recycle, and cut out my interview

with the homeless guy.

Even my crossword's gone. I spent hours on that, and off of what? A joke page

and an article on supermodels.

Brooke cut almost all my stuff too.

Not that it's nearly as good as yours.

Thanks. What are you doing?

Work on special at the cafe.

Dad gets me to deliver them, but I don't reckon anyone reads them.

Maybe they would if there was something interesting to read.

On this side?

Yeah. Like what's on in town this week, or whether someone interesting is

coming. Yeah.

Maybe you could write it, and I could help.

Writing's not really my strong point.

Carla, your dad won't let pharaohs into his cafe, let alone touch his

advertising. Or his computer.

Unless... Of course you don't look like a feral.

Why would I let some little girl write on my advertising mail? She's a

writer. Mr Alexander said she could be a famous author when she grows up.

She doesn't speak for herself, this genius.

Only writes, huh?

She's shy.

Let her write one article, Dad. And if you like it, we can print it on the back

of the flyers I'm delivering tomorrow.

He'll want to see what you write. We can do it. Brilliant.

So what's our first assignment?

Let's go, Kevin.

Up. And good boy. Over.

That's it.

Tunnel. Tunnel, Kevin. Back. Back, Kevin. Up.

That's it.

Over. Over, Kevin. Now, weave.

Weave.

That's it, Kevin.

Tunnel.

And...

Over, sir.

Tunnel. Back. Good girl. Up. Up, sir.

That's it.

Over.

Good girl. Now weave.

That's it.

Weave. Good girl. Tunnel.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Marion always put these guys back in their luxury trailer, the van, and you

snobs are on.

He's gone to see Marion's dog.

No way his mutt can do stuff like that.

Yeah.

Oh, nice one, Mary. Oh, good stuff!

Bad snobs.

Now, how well will he work with other dogs and will he take direction from me?

Snobs, I want you to do whatever Bill tells you, okay?

Okay, snobs.

Up the ramp.

He mostly does stuff for me.

Maybe if I... It's all right.

I always carry a packet of liver treats.

Works every... time.

I don't seem to have any.

Spike's got some dog treats.

Come on, Spike. We're desperate.

It's really for people.

I was going to ask if I could sell them at the show, but here you go.

Okay, snob.

Up the rip.

A perfect team. Well done, Snobs.

Dogs like Snobs and Saffy are rare, but so are young trainers like you, Marion.

Saffy? You're a sugar maniac.

Bill wants to train me as a junior dog trainer and handler.

First, he teaches me and Snobs one day a week and after school.

We go on the tours with Bill on the weekend and don't earn anything until

fully trained. Sounds mind -blowing.

Sounds like a lot of old dog do. So, you pay your own expenses till you're

trained, you find your own transport to Bill's place out at Arcadia, and you get

permission to miss school.

Aren't you happy for snobs and me? Of course we are. Where's the extra money

all this going to come from? I'll get a part -time job.

With a schedule like Bill's suggesting, you won't have time to pee.

Maybe we could pawn something. Something we don't need for a while. Sure. Pots

and pans and bedding. Bill said this is a once -in -a -lifetime opportunity for

snobs. He wants to talk to all of us about it tomorrow.

Get our answer.

I've got to keep up with my schoolwork so I can get Mr Alexander's permission

take time off school and buy most of the money.

Hey, maybe Spike can lend me the money he makes off his toffee thingy.

Doubt that'll be much.

You're not being very helpful.

There's nothing I can do.

Well, there's no way Mum would let me loan you the money. I'm desperate. This

not a big chance in life.

Maybe another chance will come up later when you have got money. You've got no

idea what it's like to really want something. You counties are so spoiled.

get everything.

Music lessons, writing lessons, ponies. You've got no idea.

Hey, come back here, you mongrel!

What if he ends up on TV?

Yeah, snobs. The loser dog.

Enough to make me spew.

Zappy, you sugar guts.

His whistle doesn't work.

It's one of those dog whistles, moron.

Dogs can hear it, but it's too high for humans.

Hey, I've got an idea.

Come on.

Hey, Mr. Bembridge.

Bill, huh? Got a sec?

If you're real quick.

Oh, my name's Ryan, this is Sam.

My dad owns a kennel and I've got a dog.

Uh -huh.

He does tricks, fabulous tricks.

Doesn't he, Sam?

In, Saf.

Let me guess. You want me to audition him?

How do you know?

I'd like a dollar for everyone who asks.

All right. Tomorrow, 4 .15.

Two minutes only.

Got a camera crew coming down to do a story on us. Great. See you tomorrow.

Right.

Wow. Ryan, what are you thinking?

Training some mutt?

Marion can do it. How hard can it be?

Here we go, Borax.

Why is he the best dog to train?

He's the only one who doesn't bark at me.

Okay, Borax.

Sit.

Ow!

He's the best. I'd hate to see the worst.

You know, Marion said I'm a spoiled townie, and everything was Bill, Bill,

Plus, Marion doesn't even care he won't have time for anything else.

Like spending time with you.

He's just excited that Ian's dogs are finally recognised for something they're

good at.

It's more than that.

Abby, Marion is a traveller kid.

They can't always afford to get too attached to friends outside their

But we're best friends.

Or we were.

Abby, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to...

the right dog?

Look.

Come on, boy.

Abby, I'm sorry.

No way, forget it. Go on, no one's watching.

this, okay?

Now, you try.

Boris, up the ramp.

Charlie, what are you

doing? What?

The last time you sleep over, I don't care what Mum says. It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

What is it? What's out there? Are you all right?

What was that crash?

Abby, where's your softball bat?

Gran, why do you want to play softball?

No, no.

There's no sign of forced entry.

Well, the only thing missing is an antique silver belt set with gemstones.

Well, yes, it is rather precious, I'm afraid.

All right, thank you.

Good night.

Gran, I'm so sorry. I meant to put it back in your wardrobe.

It's just bad luck that you left it out the only time I have ever been burgled.

Will Constable Stubbs want us all to give a statement tomorrow?

Undoubtedly, Charlie. So let's get back to bed quickly so that your forensic

faculties will be nice and fresh.

You're going to be in trouble.

What's a picture of this feral doing on here?

He's part of the show.

Him?

Hey, this dog show sounds good.

It'll be good publicity, Dad.

Yeah, all right.

Worth a try.

So next, Dad and Bill come to school to get the permission forms.

Then we sign the contract and it's done. So have you got a pain in your guts?

Well, you're not acting very thrilled.

I kind of had a fight with Abby.

Oh, okay.

So how are you going to pay for it?

Local dog and boy to be stars.

Congratulations, snobs. Marion.

Well -written article, Pierre.

Although a tad hyperbolic.

He's locked into position.

To get some air at night.

There's no way anyone can get in there.

Anyone else have a key? We keep a spare one somewhere? Top of the white pole.

I'll show you.

He made us leave for school. He'll never be ready.

Warhawks are slower than a slug. He'll be okay.

Hey, cop that.

This key's been used in the last day or two. You can tell by the dust

disturbance. We haven't used it for months.

Guess what? We've been burgled. It was Marion.

We saw him yesterday letting himself in, eh, Sam? Yeah, and he was acting all

sneaky and everything.

Does Marion know where we keep the key, Abby?

Yes, but Marion would never steal. I bet that's who you saw last night out the

window, too. Marion.

I didn't see any people at all. Well, what did you see, Abby?

Snots.

dog in a crummy dog shirt.

Hardly Hollywood or even worth the paper.

Marion around here? He's in the classroom with Miss Alexander and Toba.

Bill, why?

Comfortable stuff said not to spread rumours, okay?

And Snots is always running around by himself.

It doesn't prove Marion was there last night.

Well, he was in the day.

Burgled a grand.

Yeah, by Marion. And he stole a grand antique belt with real jewels.

I said I only went in to write a note. No chance you borrowed the belt in the

afternoon? Not realising how valuable it was and later last night thought maybe

you'd return it? Incredible.

It's blame the ferals every time. No, I'm sure that's not what this is about.

Freeman, it's my job to talk to anyone, regardless, who has means, opportunity

and motive. Motive? Mrs Wilson told me Marion needs extra money to pay for the

expenses with his dog training.

What? Abby told her that?

Marion, I... I'm sorry, I can't have... I rely on the sponsorship of the local

communities we play to.

I've got to be seen to be running a totally honest company.

Maybe it's best if we let the traineeships go for the moment.

But... but Snobs... I'm sorry, Marion.

I really am.

Maybe Snobs chased the burglar away last night. Maybe that's how we start with

Snobs.

Marion's gone off into the bush. He doesn't want to see anyone except Snobs,

he's disappeared again.

If I don't solve this, Marion will never forgive me.

Hey, that's my toffee. But wait.

What if Zaffy got through the small space in Gran's window?

The same way she did here with Snobs' help.

I don't think they could do that. They've been warring around together.

Maybe Snobs took her to Gran's to get food.

And when Zaffy didn't find food, she took something else.

A belt.

Bill must have whistled Zaffy. Let's go.

somewhere with Bill. Where have you been?

Researching at the library. Look, they've seen this area over the last

where police couldn't work out how the burglar got in. And? In the cases I had

time to look up, the dates of the break -ins matched the dates the dog show had

gone nearby.

So that means Saffy could have done it. More like Bill trained her to do it.

Bill saw me wearing Grant's belt. He even said something about it. See?

We should check it out.

I can't believe you talked me into this.

Oh, wow.

Guess what?

I'm calling Constable Stubbs. Are you kidding?

We broke into his van.

They'll arrest us and say that we planted the stuff.

What's the point if we can't say anything?

I think I've got an idea.

But we'll need snobs.

And Mary.

They're thrilled with snobs.

Lunchtime, Sophie.

Bill's not the only one with a whistle.

Come here.

Good boy.

Stay.

Abby, you've got to get Stubbs to come down here somehow without telling him

why.

Norm, find Marion and give this to him.

Go, boy.

Sam, show him how to do it.

Or we can start whenever you're ready. Great. We just need some shots for the

end of the news. Some fun images of the dogs doing their tricks.

No problem.

Great. Let's get set up. Okay.

Here we go.

They're filming.

This is going to be even better.

Hurry up, Marion.

So what's this about the real thief?

No way.

I don't believe it. You have to trust us, Marion, and you have to get snobs to

help prove it. Quick.

Introducing the sensational Saffy.

Now.

Snobs, don't eat the toffee.

Put the bag in the tunnel and you'll get a huge treat.

Okay, is that ready?

Okay, let's go.

Over. That's it, Saff Tunnel.

Tunnel, Sap.

Okay. Over.

That's it.

Okay. Seesaw. Seesaw, Sap.

That's it.

Okay. Through your house.

Quick toilet break.

Okay. Through.

That's it, Sap. Tunnel.

Tunnel.

Sappy, come on.

Sappy, you can come out now.

Money, I guess.

Why does anyone steal things?

And he let me take the blame.

It's okay, snobs.

Safi will be okay.

They'll take good care of her.

She didn't know she was doing anything wrong.

But you better forget everything she taught you, okay?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

The whole thing was just too good to be true.