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Wonder what the farm's like?

D'you think it's big?

Should think so

I can't wait to see it.

There's lots of butterflys I think he said. Come on. We'd better get going.

We must be almost there by now.

Assuming, of course, we're on the right road,

I still say we shouldn't have turned off at that lane.

Don't start that again.

He was low!

Where do you think you're going?

You're trespassing on Crown Property, didn't you read the notices?

What notices?

We weren't doing any harm. - I'll be the judge of that. Sit!

Who are you?

We're the Kirrins, we're on our way to camp at Billycock Farm,

they're friends of ours. - Hey!

Hi.

Hi. What?

What are you doing here?

I've been visiting my cousin, Flight Lieutenant Jeff Thomas,

down at the field. You know me!

What about this mob, d'you know them?

Yes, they are friends of mine. They want to camp with us.

You better keep you're eye on them.

Make sure they know where they can go and where they can't go.

Otherwise you might all end up in my guard room.

Right, off you go then and don't let me see you round here again!

Sorry, we didn't see any notices though. What's it all about anyway?

Billycock Hill Airfield. It's top secret. They test all the latest planes.

Is it very far to our camp?

Not very. We've got the tents set up, it's all ready.

Mr. Gringle!

Oh! Hello Toby.

Oh my goodness, who are all these boys?

Oh, and a girl, I'm sorry, my dear.

These are my friends, the Kirrins, who've come to camp.

Mr. Gringle owns Butterfly Farm.

He and his partner Mr. Brent breed and sell butterflies.

Sounds interesting!

I should love to see that!

Oh well in that case why don't you drop in on my place if it's on your way.

Thanks!

But don't go in the greenhouses. Now, ifyou'll excuse me,

I must try'n find some specimens, this is a wonderful spot for butterflies.

Oh, A Brown Argus.

There it is, Butterfly Farm.

Okay. Let's take a look.

Tim, come on, come on!

And this must be where they keep the butterflies!

Oh, isn't it beautiful!

How many spots has that one got?

Look at it's colouring!

Get out of here, my son don't like strangers here!

That's Mrs. Janes, her son will used to work for my father.

But this place belongs to Mr. Gringle, surely...

Go away, go away! If he comes back you'll be in trouble.

Come on.

Well, that's odd.

Why did Mr. Gringle invite us to look in if they don't want anyone there?

Search me!

What's that place over there?

That's the old hall.

Who lives there?

Nobody now, it's deserted.

I've never been in there, all the locals reckon it's haunted.

Ya! Maybe we can explore it sometime.

No, thank you.

Well, that's all the gear stowed, how about some tea?

Pig!

That's a bit strong, isn't it?

No! Over there!

Look.

Curly! Curly! Curly!

Benny! What are you doing so far from home?

Curly runned away again.

This is my baby brother.

Which one?

You shouldn't be so far away on your own.

I'm not on my own.

My cousin Jeff!

Well, anyone can make a mistake, but in future,

I think I'd better visit you. Fewer problems with security.

Timmy, no!

Oh, that's all right. I like dogs.

Security at the field's pretty tight isn't it, Jeff?

Yes, we know immediately if any strangers come into the district.

I expect by now the military police are busy checking up on you.

Is there any chance you could give us a tour

of one of your planes sometime, Jeff?

'Fraid not, you see the planes are top security.

Oh, how about...

Cake?

Here's Toby.

I've brought you some more supplies and bacon. But don't tell Curly!

Thanks.

Well, we've got to get back and do some work. Come on, Benny.

If Curly ran away to your camp, would you be cross?

Yes, we would.

Very cross.

Come on, Benny,

Hey! Look at this! What is it?

Haven't the faintest.

I think it's a Milkweed.

What?

Don't they teach you anything?

I think Mr. Gringle might be interested.

Oh no...

I'll get a box.

Mr. Gringle

Maybe if he's here, he'll show us round the farm.

My friend Gringle is away. What do you want?

You must be Mr. Brent. Look, we've found a rare butterfly.

Yes, very fine indeed. I'll give you 50 Pence.

Eh, that doesn't matter, you can have it for nothing.

Yes, but what is it?

Can't say without looking at it more closely.

Here.

It's going to pour any minute.

What can we do now?

Eat and listen to the radio.

Timmy!

Shut up!

Timmy!

Actually, I think he must hear something. What is it, Tim?

Probably a hedgehog.

He always barks at them.

No, something's upsetting him and I'd like to know what.

Come on, Timmy. Let's take a look!

Timmy, what is it?

Who is it? Who's there?

Only me.

Mr. Brent!

Can't you keep this dog under control?

Timmy, come here, Timmy, Timmy.

Mr. Gringle and I have come out to examine our honey traps,

before the rain comes on.

Oh, I won't bother you again Mr. Brent. Where's Mr. Gringle?

Good bye!

What was it?

Only Mr. Brent and Mr. Gringle looking at their moth traps. Worried about the storm.

Here, have some tea. - Thank you.

Timmy, sit!

Listen!

An aeroplane! Taking off in this weather?

Wakey, wakey... come on.

What time is it?

It's eight o'clock. Here.

Thanks.

What's for breakfast?

Baked beans and bacon. I'm going to get it started.

Well, at least its stopped raining!

What shall we do today then?

I don't know. Shall we go to the farm and pick up Toby. Then we can decide.

I'd quite like to explore that old house, near Butterfly Farm,

the one Toby said was haunted.

Depends on inside, could be dangerous if the floor are...

Listen

An aereoplane, incorporating many new devices,

was stolen from the Royal Airforce Base at

Billycock Hill during a storm last night.

It is not known who was at the controls of the plane,

but efforts are being made to trace a pilot who is also missing.

Flight Lieutenant Jeffrey Thomas,

who had been taking part in special training course...

Jeff?

Stay.

Morning.

Hi.

I just want to ask you a few questions about yesterday evening.

My cousin Jeff didn't do it!

Well, we'll soon see about that, son.

Did vou see anything suspicious? Hear anything?

Just the sound of a plane taking off.

Nothing else?

I saw Mr.Brent, the man from the Butterfly Farm, out inspecting his moth traps.

Oh well, I'll be speaking with them later.

Thanks. Sorry about your cousin, son.

Someone's down on the hill.

It's Mr. Gringle!

Right, let's go.

Come on, Tim.

But... Why should a military policeman want to speak with us?

To ask you if you saw anything suspicious last night,

when you and Mr. Brent were out setting your moth traps. You see, an aeroplane...

But my dear boy, I never went out last night! Nor did Mr. Brent. Not once!

But that was Mr. Brent I saw last night!

The man who gave us 50 P. at the Butterfly Farm.

But how do we know it was the real Mr. Brent?

Listen! Another news flash.

...of the missing aeroplane. It has been officially confirmed that the

wreckage, strewn over a wide area of sea, is that of the aircraft stolen

yesterday from Billycock Hill.

Whilst there has been no official statement as to the identity of the

pilot, it is admitted that Flight Lieutenant Jeffrey Thomas is still

missing from the base. The aircraft...

I don't care! It can't be Jeff!

I think it's about time we paid Butterfly Farm a visit.

Why?

To find out about this 'other' Mr. Brent

and see if there's any connection with who really took that plane.

Ready!

Yup.

I wish you were taking Timmy with you!

And me.

You better have Timmy, you might need him!

We'll be back by 12. Come on!

Now be careful, because it's a clear night.

Listen!

That's Will Janes, old Mrs. Janes son!

Mr. Brent!

Yes. - Could you spare a moment, sir?

That's not our Mr. Brent!

Mr. Gringle would like a word in the house with you.

All right, I've finished out here anyway.

He's waiting for someone.

Someone's coming!

You've got to get our stuff out fast, the plane's down.

I won't do nothing till I get my money.

You'll get it. Finish the job first.

I did! I hid you didn't I?

Keep your voice down, man!

I want my money!

You'll get your money.

Will, are you there?

What was that?

Prowlers, Sir.

Ah! There they are!

Run!

Well, it'd Toby and the boys from the camp.

Well, what do we do now?

I'd better go home. See you.

And we better go back to camp. Tomorrow we'll clear ourselves with Mr. Gringle!

Hey, look!

What's happened? Come on.

Hello Mrs. Janes, what's happened?

The police, they've arrested my Will. They say he robbed,

stole from one of the farms.

That man, it's all his fault.

What man?

My Will was promised money if he hid him and his friend here.

They were watching something in the hills. Sometimes day, sometimes night.

Always watching.

They were watching that plane.

Look, it's Uncle Quentin!

What do we do now?

Tell them the truth!

It all sounds very far-fetched to me.

Don't you see, we're sure it was those men that stole the plane...

All I know is, the children don't lie!

We must put the whole matter in the hands of the police and Toby's father.

Which I don't know why you didn't do in the first place!

Benny! Benny!

What's up?

Seen Benny?

My baby brother. He's not around anywhere. I was hoping he was with you.

We haven't seen him all day.

Curly's missing too, he must have runned away again.

Don't worry. We'll soon find them!

Benny!

Benny!

Benny! Where are you?

Benny!

Benny?

Benny! Curly?

Benny!

Well. Any luck?

No, not a sign.

What is it?

He wants us to follow him.

He might have found Benny.

He's taking us to the 'Old Kail'.

Gosh! I hope Benny's not gone in there.

Curly!

Curly!

There he is.

Curly runned away. He ran in there.

Don't worry, we'll find him later.

I want Curly! I want Curly!

Curly will come back when he's ready. Let's get you home.

Your mummy's very worried.

I'm sure they'll find him.

So here you are! I was looking for you all over.

Benny, where have you been?

I want you to go back to your camp and pack.

You're coming home with me.

But what about Jeff and Will Janes?

The police have passed Will Janes over to the military and he has confessed.

Jeff is innocent.

Knew he was. - Great.

He was captured and hidden by those men, agents.

Where is he? - Is he alright?

Only one of the agents knew. The one that was killed in the crash.

Now come on, children. Back to your camp and pack.

Listen. That's Curly.

There he is!

Somebody's written something on him. Hall?

The 'Old Hall'! Opposite Butterfly Farm.

Quick! Anne, take Curly home.

Right! - And tell Uncle Quentin.

The rest of you, come with me.

Steady. Careful!

That'll be enough! Come on!

Jeff!

Gosh!

I bet it is haunted.

It is rather spooky.

I wonder what happened here.

Go on.

Jeff!

Jeff!

Jeff!

I'm sure he's up here.

Jeff, you there?

Jeff!

Jeff!

Nothing. I think we're wasting our time.

Yes. We'd better go back to the camp-site. Dad will be furious.

Wait, listen.

That's Timmy. Timmy!

I'm here!

Timmy!

Timmy!

Help! Help!

It's Jeff. It's us, me, Toby.

I'm in here.

The Key's in the lock.

Help, help.

I'm in here, help, help, help.

I'm in here.

Quick! I must get in touch with the base, there's a plot to steal.

They stole an aeroplane. It crashed in the sea.

They thought you were the pilot and that you've drowned.

I see! What brought all you lot here?

Curly. How did you write the message on him?

He just turned up down here. I think he must have got in through a ventilator.

This way

Oh, you found him!

Yup, in a cupboard. - What's it like in there?

You alright, Sir?

Hungry and thirsty, but better than being drowned!

I see what you mean, well, that's all been sorted out now.

Good.

Well done, you kids,

I was wondering if you might show this lot around the field, Sir.

You might even be able to take one of them up with you?

Well, you'll have to decide amongst yourselves who's going to be the lucky hero!

I think it should be Curly.

After all he's the one who really saved Jeff's bacon!