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Playing all across the land
you, you, you
Always here to lend a hand
Hey, Odd Sockers!
Today we're showing you our most treasured things
from when we were growing up. Like this hat.
Mum got me this hat when she took me to my first line dance.
Yee-ha!
Moxy?
This starfish was the first toy I ever broke.
Aw!
Blu?
The first piece of cool clothing I ever made.
Nice. Cousin Mac?
My first invention!
A sea-worthy, equine transportation device!
Hey, hey, hey.
NEIGHING
And, Rio?
And these are the first pieces in my awesome fluff collection.
Aw, that's some cool fluff pieces there, Rio.
And if you want to send us your most treasured things...
Hold on, I haven't shown mine!
Oh, sorry, Whiff.
My Hairy Young Roadie Award 2003.
Now, to win it, I've coiled miles of leads,
carried hundreds of amps, and ate tonnes of cheesy puffs.
It's two kilograms of pure glory!
HE CHUCKLES
Yee-ha!
It's broken!
Don't worry, Whiff, we'll fix it.
Later.
Hi, everyone.
Hi, Andy's mum! Hi, Ruby. Hi, Mum.
Ye-ha, my little stirrups!
Today's Odd Job is from a brother and sister called
Artie and Xenon.
"Hi, best band in the world."
I like them already.
"We need your help to stop us arguing.
"Our garden shed isn't big enough for the both of us.
"Help us decide who should get out of town."
Oh, my squishy little muffins would never argue, would you?
No way! Right, Rubes? Right, Andy.
Unless you were using my special mug.
GULP!
Erm...
As if!
Right, band, we have an Odd Job.
Let's get this rock and roller on the...
A battle between a brother and a sister, eh?
Ooh-hoo, hoo! it's like something out of the Wild West.
I'm not sure I like my west to be wild.
It sounds scary.
We're here.
HE SOBS
Maybe I should stay with Whiff.
You guys can sort out a minor squabble over a garden shed, right?
Ha-ha, yeah. Of course we can. Oh, yeah!
It's not as if it's the Wild West out there, is it?
THEY LAUGH
WILD WEST TUNE PLAYS
OK, cowboys, let's stop this showdown and clean up this town.
What's the showdown?
It's like a battle.
Yee-ha!
WILD WEST TUNE PLAYS
Something ain't right here. It's like a ghost town.
Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Not actual ghosts. He means there's no-one here.
Oh. I missed my break for this.
SPLAT!
What's that? SPLAT!
We're under attack!
From a giant green pigeon?
Sorry! I thought you were my brother trying to take the shed.
You must be Xenon! Named after the scientific element.
Yep, I love science. SPLAT!
Mainly experimenting with slime.
Amazing! Science is the best.
Yeah. Doing things accurately and logically.
TWANG!
Cool. SPLAT!
Take cover!
Sorry, I thought you were my sister trying to take the shed.
You must be Artie. Named - because he is.
Yeah, I love art, mainly making creative pictures
with super gooey paints.
Oh, great! SPLAT!
Being creative's the best.
Yeah, making things up as you go along,
finding the fantastical. SPLAT!
RIO CHUCKLES
Artie, you clearly need the shed.
Odd Job complete.
Negative!
Huh?
My calculation shows that Xenon's science needs the shed
0.5% more than Artie.
But art needs space to breathe, man!
Science needs space!
For a really big calculator.
Ha!
Art needs space!
Science needs space.
Art! Science!
Art.
Science.
WHIFF WEEPS
Thanks for staying with me, Andy.
That's what good friends are for.
Oh, oh, oh... HE BLOWS HIS NOSE
HE SOBS
Are you sure the others will be OK?
Oh, yeah. I'm sure they've got it totally under control.
The artists are taking that shed.
Not if us scientists take it first.
Today we remember Whiff's Roadie Award.
It was such a gold...lump of...stuff.
That was beautiful, Andy!
HE HICCUPS
Yee-ha!
Fanbase?
Hello, love!
Urgent message from Xenon and Artie's parents.
"Help! The rest of the Odd Socks have taken sides
"and are heading for a wild showdown."
That town needs a sheriff.
Whiff, will you be OK?
Well, I'll try, Andy.
NEIGHING
Thanks, partner.
UPBEAT COUNTRY TUNE PLAYS
Ready.
Ready!
SALOON-THEMED MUSIC PLAYS
BOOTS CLINK
Ah.
NEIGHING
Hold it right there, cowboys.
Oh!
BLOW-UP SQUEAKS
Unless you two want trouble,
why don't we go and have a nice chat?
So you're saying this shed ain't big enough for both art and science.
I say, why not share?
Oh! Ho! THEY LAUGH
That better wash out.
Oh, absolutely. 100% water-based and au naturel.
Oh, is that so?
Yeah!
Well, you're still going to jail.
Maybe some time in there will bring you both to your senses.
You want to end up in jail, too?
There's only one way to settle this.
A splat-out.
Our gang against your gang.
Midday at the rocking horse.
Yeah, we'll have a... Slime noon.
We're going to have to escape first.
Yep.
ANDY SNORES
MOXY GASPS
Time for Plan B.
One, two, one...
Bounce!
Huh?
Great creative idea to bounce like that, Moxy.
Great scientific calculations to plot the landing, Mac.
Back to being sworn enemies? Absolutely.
DOG BARKS
HE SIGHS
I don't need my 'tache.
But I do need my trusty steed.
HE WHISTLES
NEIGHING
Giddy-up, Inflatable Joe.
Whoa! NEIGHING
Draw.
SCRIBBLING
Actually, that's very good.
But science is still going to win.
Hold it! Whoa!
NEIGHING
Nothing slimy, gooey or gunky to be thrown in this town.
SPLAT!
Ugh. Right. That's it.
BANJO AND GUITARS PLAY
or under the bed
leave town instead
filled me with dread
better be swift
somebody's miffed
or a terrible tiff
then I'm not going out
and something occurred
that's what I heard
a very rude word
my space, my place
for you, so, shoo, shoo
for both to be
there's no room for you
of this town
here any time soon
I'm telling my mum
You hear me?
ANDY GRUNTS
Hold it!
All that slime and paint has somehow combined
to make a brand-new type of goo.
Art and science - together!
So what do you say, guys?
Stop fighting and start working together
in your garden shed studio lab.
Sure!
Hm. I don't suppose you could use your new discovery
and make something that would cheer up our roadie?
Yeah!
Sounds like Odd Job complete. Who's in the Odd Socks?
Yee-ha.
Well done on winning the Odd Socks Best Roadie Award, Whiff.
It's magnificent.
I would like to thank...
Nobody! I won this award all by myself.
You're not going to want to let that award go.
Wh...
I... I can't let it go!
Ugh. It's stuck!
Oh!
Heeeeeeeelp!
for you, you, you
Andy and The Band
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