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♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving It's time for Little Lunch

♪ Time for running, swinging, slides ♪ Uh-huh

♪ Time to bounce and seek and hide ♪ Uh-huh

♪ Shouting, laughing, climbing ♪ Uh-huh

♪ Skip this beat and start that rhyme

♪ Before your class goes back, well, you gotta eat your snack

♪ Take off the plastic wrap

♪ And do a little hand clap

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ It's time for Little Lunch! ♪

Last week, Tamara started acting a bit weird.

On Monday, she started hanging around the shelter shed.

Where Battie always sits.

And she was kind of just watching him.

On Tuesday, she sat down near him.

And on Wednesday, she sat down next to him.

I was just eating my yoghurt.

By Thursday, Tamara was acting even more weird.

Like, WEIRD weird.

She said we should all play a game of kiss chasey.

We haven't played kiss chasey since Grade 1.

I'd completely forgotten how.

I had to have a quick practice before we got started.

Gotcha.

Gotcha.

I thought kiss chasey would be fun. That's all.

I didn't want to play kiss chasey, but Tamara said I had to play

because everyone else was playing.

But if everyone else was playing, why was she only chasing me?

I didn't want Battie to be left out.

You know those TV documentaries where there's this little zebra

and it's being chased by a vicious cheetah?

Well, I was the little zebra.

I think you know who was the cheetah.

I don't know why she only chased after Battie.

Why do you think, Rory?

I just said I don't know.

Why didn't she chase after me too?

Oh! I'm so tired, anyone could catch me and kiss me...

I don't know what the problem was

but she only wanted Battie.

Really? What?

When she finally caught him, she gave him a big kiss.

On the ear, which was way too close to the rest of my face.

She still had some dried yoghurt on her mouth left over from snack.

I don't like kiss chasey.

Where are you going?

Isn't it over? Now it's your turn to chase me.

I'll chase you. No.

I'll go slow, Battie. You don't have to go slow for me.

I'm super fast. I can play kiss chasey at Olympic level.

Olympic level? Do you even know what you're saying?

No, I didn't. I hardly ever know what I'm saying.

If anyone's going to play kiss chasey at Olympic level, it's me.

Right, Battie?

I could play kiss chasey in the Olympics, couldn't I?

Um, I wouldn't know. I prefer the other events.

Really? Which events do you like?

Which... which ones? Oh, Battie, I've had the best idea!

I don't know if it was the best idea.

I decided we should have our own Olympics

to see which event Battie liked best.

I mean, I wasn't doing it just for Battie, obviously.

I was doing it because the Olympics are awesome.

The Olympics are awesome.

When you're watching them on TV, not when you're in them at little lunch.

Which is what happened on Friday.

Tamara made us all gather on the oval and she made Battie sit at the front.

So, Battie, should we start with fencing?

I don't know why Tamara asked Battie.

Why do you think, Rory?

Are you listening today? I don't know.

But I love fencing, so I said, 'Sure, Tamara. I'm in.

Let's do a bit of fencing. Bring it on.'

I won!

Fencing isn't climbing fences. It's sword fighting.

So I hopped down from the fence

and we did some proper fencing.

Only, we couldn't use swords

because someone could have got stabbed and died.

Apparently, that's against the school rules.

So we had to use bananas instead.

Luckily, I had two old, squishy bananas in my bag,

which is why you should never clean out your bag.

Or maybe you should.

Yes! Gold to Tamara Noodle for fencing at the Olympics!

What do you think, Battie?

I thought Rory had a lot of banana on his face.

I had banana in my hair.

You had banana in your eye.

He had banana up his nose.

And everyone went, 'Ohh!'

Because it was the Ohh-lympics.

Ohh-lympics.

Yep, got it.

I really didn't want to be involved in any of the fruit fighting.

So I left.

Didn't get very far.

Battie, wait!

Where are you going?

I knew exactly where Battie was going -

to the monkey bars because he wanted to see the gymnastics next.

I was actually going to the boys' toilets.

I didn't want to see the gymnastics next.

So, Battie, gymnastics next? No.

Hey, Melanie, I bet I can beat you in this event.

Of course she could beat me. All I can do in gymnastics is hang.

And I'm not sure there's a medal for that.

Tamara did this amazing spin, an incredible flip,

and then somersaulted through the air.

And nailed the landing.

Then it was Melanie's turn.

She climbed to the top and hung,

wriggled her leg and stuck out her arm.

Then I fell off,

which wasn't part of the routine.

Yes! I win gold for gymnastics! Battie?

I really hurt my bum.

And she went, 'Oww!' because it was the Oww-lympics.

I don't want to be unkind

but Tamara was being a bit of a pain in the neck.

Like what a little zebra must feel

when a vicious cheetah catches it and rips open its neck.

Battie was really enjoying watching me in the Olympics.

Not me, obviously. I mean just the Olympics in general.

He was loving it.

Who can beat me in equestion?

What question? Equestion.

It's where you ride horses and jump over things.

Equestrian. She didn't even know how to say the word.

I was just about to question her pronunciation of 'equestrian'

but all of a sudden...

Giddy-up!

Clippety-clippety-clippety- clippety-clop!

..Tamara was riding me!

Debra-Jo does not giddy-up!

And she definitely does not clippety-clop!

That's true - in all the years that I've known Debra-Jo,

there's not been one clippety-clop.

Giddy-up!

Clippety-clippety-clop!

Did you see me, Battie?

Did you see me win? Gold for Tamara Noodle!

Gold, gold, gold!

My socks!

Something was seriously wrong with Tamara.

A, she was riding Debra-Jo like a horse.

B, she pushed her into the mud.

C, she was riding Debra-Jo like a horse.

Debra-Jo was covered in mud,

all over her new frilly socks that her auntie had sent her from Canada.

And everyone went, 'Ahh!' because it was the Ahh-lympics.

Please stop. I don't think I can.

You got mud all over me!

All over my new frilly socks that my auntie sent me from Canada.

And you didn't even care that I fell off the monkey bars.

And you didn't care that you got banana all over my face.

Actually, I didn't care that she got banana all over my face.

But I wanted to join in.

We told Tamara that we didn't want to do her Olympics anymore.

G-guys, wait, I'm sorry!

I was just... I was just trying to...

I wanted to...

Please, guys, just one more event.

I've saved the best till last.

The steeplechase.

Battie, will you do it with me?

I thought she said 'people chase', as in another game of kiss chasey,

where she would chase me and catch me and kiss me

with her yoghurt lips!

So I said, 'No!

I don't wanna play kiss chasey!'

Yay! Battie wanted to do the steeplechase with me.

I had never seen Battie run like that.

I had never seen Battie run.

You've never seen two skinny little legs move so fast.

He ran across the playground,

across the oval, and back across the playground again.

Tamara couldn't catch him.

I don't want to play kiss chasey!

I do!

Tamara! I do!

Over here!

I thought Tamara needed someone else to chase. So I joined in.

Whoops!

I fell over! I hope Tamara comes over and kisses me!

Look, Tamara!

My lips have accidentally locked into kissy position!

Tamara?

I was right there!

I don't know why she only went after Battie.

OK. Seriously. Why do you think, Rory?

For the last time, I don't know! What is wrong with you today?

What is wrong with you?

Tamara likes Battie!

So? I like Battie!

No, she 'likes' Battie.

Yeah, and I like Battie.

No, she LIKES Battie!

Yeah, and I like... oh...

She LIKES Battie.

Oh, yeah. I don't LIKE Battie.

'Course I like Battie. Why wouldn't I like him?

I like everyone in my class, and Battie is just...

..someone in my class.

Battie was down the side of the oval now, near the bike racks.

He hurdled the bike racks,

one...

..two...

..three...

..four.

And then...

..he hurdled over a whole bike!

With the lady on it.

I had never seen Battie jump like that.

I had never seen Battie jump.

He was incredible.

You know, in a sporty kind of way.

I had run and jumped

and leapt over a woman on a bike,

which was surprising, and I was exhausted.

I finally got to the boys' toilets, where Tamara couldn't get me.

Battie, come out! I'm not here. This is not Battie.

This is someone else who's not me. I know it's you.

I'm not coming out, Tamara. You're just gonna kiss me!

W-why would I kiss you? You said 'people chase'.

That's another name for kiss chasey! I said 'steeplechase'.

It's just a race and you beat me fair and square.

You've won the gold medal.

Steeplechase? That's what we were doing?

How could I have been so silly?

I hate it when people beat me at stuff,

but if anyone's going to beat me, I don't mind it being Battie.

I brought him here to the podium because he was the champion.

She went to shake my hand

so I put out my hand to shake hers, and...

And she kissed him on the lips!

And Battie went, 'Eww!' because it was the...

No.

..Eww-lympics.

That was my last one.

Battie didn't go, 'Eww!'. Battie went...

Does anyone wanna play kiss chasey?

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ It's time for Little Lunch. ♪

Yesterday we saw the most disgusting thing we've ever seen.

It was so disgusting that...

..actually, now I'm going to have to not eat my cheese and biscuits

for a few minutes.

Can I play with your hair until I'm ready to eat?

Yep.

Yuck! Yuck!

Oh, yuck!

It was so yuck.

I tried to draw a picture of how yucky it was,

but I couldn't, because every time I imagine it,

I feel like I'm going to be sick.

Can you not talk about being sick?

I'll never get back to my cheese and biscuits.

Ew, that stinks!

What is it?

I knew what it was. I knew what it was.

It's Rory's pine cone. It's a possum's head.

It's not a possum's head. It's not Rory's pine cone.

I'm going to be a vet when I grow up,

so I'm pretty sure I know a possum's head when I see one.

Yep. That is definitely...

Rory's pine cone. From his native animal project this morning.

Rory said he lost his native animal project.

Exactly. And here it is.

I had a bit of trouble with... Did you bite my bat?

No.

I had a bit of trouble with my native animal project,

in that I forgot we had a native animal project.

It's got teeth marks in it.

Anyway, when I got to school yesterday,

Atticus said that I should make an echidna with a pine cone,

because there were lots on the back of the oval.

Atticus, I don't think a pine cone can smell so bad.

Debra-Jo's right. Only something that's died could smell like that.

Did you see what Rory did to his pine cone?

I didn't have any glue, so I rolled the pine cone in my honey sandwich,

so I could stick little echidna spikes all over it.

But all the bread stuck to it as well.

So then he rolled it in banana. Yeah.

And yoghurt. Yeah.

And then it was sticky enough to stick his little spikes in,

but then I didn't have any little spikes.

But then he remembered where some were.

Apparently the Principal is always picking at her teeth with toothpicks.

Really? The whole day long.

Why? She must have gaps in her teeth.

My Dad has gaps. He goes through a lot of toothpicks.

Rory didn't think the Principal would mind if he took a few toothpicks.

So before class started, Rory grabbed the Principal's toothpicks

while she was out of her office.

He stole from the Principal?! How could he?

Because he didn't remember it was stealing. At first.

Then he did. And he panicked.

He felt really bad. He just wanted to get rid of it.

So he threw the pine cone in the toilet behind the shelter shed

and tried to flush it.

Hang on, that toilet is broken. It doesn't flush.

Yep.

He had to get it out of the blocked toilet and hide it somewhere else.

Which is when he saw the compost bin.

So Atticus had told us this big story

about how Rory tried to make an echidna

out of a pine cone with food and stolen toothpicks,

and ended up hiding it in a compost bin.

Which makes sense.

Which makes no sense, because if Rory put it in the compost bin,

what was it doing in the sandpit?

Well, how'd it get here?

I'm telling you, it's a possum's head.

Is that Rory's pine cone echidna?

No, Battie, it's a possum's head!

Isn't it, Debra-Jo?

OK, the thing is, I wanted to support Melanie,

but it was a bit confusing.

I didn't know exactly how it looked like a possum.

Ow! Sorry.

Um, well, see... What am I looking at again?

OK, I don't want to be gross, but how do you explain that bit there,

that looks like an old meatball hanging onto a piece of spaghetti?

It IS an old meatball hanging onto a piece of spaghetti.

It's been in the compost.

Oh, that's why it stinks so much.

Honestly, that's the second worst thing I've ever smelt.

One time, my little cousin did an accident in his pants,

and got embarrassed.

So he hid them behind his dinosaur poster.

The smell got so bad that my aunty rang the fire brigade

because she thought the gas was leaking.

That was definitely the worst thing I've ever smelt.

Hey, this one's been bitten too.

What kind of dinosaur was on the poster?

Battie, it smells so bad because it's a possum. Look at it.

Losing animals is a hard fact of life. It's sad.

But it's the truth, and we have to face it.

So, who still thinks it's a pine cone?

It was a pine cone. It really was a pine cone.

Fine. Whatever.

Just a reminder, I'm the one who's going to be a vet,

so I decided it didn't matter if other people didn't agree with me.

I knew it was a possum's head

and I was going to give that little possum's head

the quiet, dignified burial that it deserved.

Atticus, pass!

Whoa! That's gross!

What did you do to Mrs Gonsha's sponge ball?

That's not Mrs Gonsha's sponge ball, Tamara.

Mrs Gonsha said the only thing we're allowed to kick around

in the playground is her sponge ball

that she got for free at a petrol station.

It's so soft it won't matter

if we hit one of the little kids in the head.

Then what are we kicking?

It's a possum head, and you shouldn't be kicking it.

I really love possums, even though my dad says they wreck the roof.

I was so angry at the boys for kicking the poor thing around

and tricking me into kicking it around, too.

I was about to yell at them.

But then I noticed something.

That's not a possum's head.

That's a pine cone with food stuck to it.

And toilet paper.

No, there's blood. Do pine cones bleed?

Melanie, that's strawberry jam.

Oh, really?

Well, how do you explain that brown stuff oozing out?

It's hummus.

You know everybody throws their hummus straight in the compost bin.

So you think the possum had been living in the compost bin?

No, we don't, because it's not a possum!

Maybe it crawled in

through that crack in the side that's always leaking.

Wait, the crack in the side that's always leaking?

I suddenly remembered that before little lunch,

Mrs Gonsha made an announcement.

Oh, children, remember to stay away from the compost bin

during little lunch.

The leaky crack's gotten worse.

The Principal and I are gonna have a look at it.

I had to get my pine cone out of the leaky compost

before the Principal saw her toothpicks.

I chucked it in the sandpit

because I knew I could come back and hide it at little lunch

and I had to get back to class before Mrs Gonsha saw I was gone.

Which almost happened.

Rory!

Why are you hanging out the window?

I... just needed some fresh air.

Right, seeing as you've had some fresh air,

now you can stay in for five minutes of little lunch.

Five minutes literally takes forever...

Not literally.

..when you're literally busting to go hide a pine cone echidna.

Not literally.

Guys! Guys! Have you seen my pine cone echidna?

Yes. No!

Ah, there it is.

Rory stood right there and told Melanie to her face

that it was his pine cone, and she still didn't believe it.

Atticus, come help me chuck it over the fence.

Wait! Have a good look at it, Rory.

Is it your pine cone?

Because it looks like a possum to me.

Really?

It was meant to look like an echidna.

But I guess it could be a possum.

And suddenly Rory thought it was a possum too!

He really didn't.

I really didn't.

Melanie loves animals,

so I didn't understand that someone who loved animals

would want the stinky, disgusting pine cone to be a dead possum.

She should have wanted it to be a pine cone.

Melanie, Rory just told us

that he took this out of the compost and chucked it here!

And I believe him.

But maybe what he took was not his pine cone

but a possum that got trapped by an old watermelon

and no-one got a chance to say goodbye to it.

We all thought Melanie was being super weird,

but then I suddenly remembered what had happened

while we were on school camp.

What happened?

You know, with Carrots.

We went away for the whole week,

and while we were gone, Melanie's rabbit, Carrots, got out.

He got run over.

I can hear you.

He got run over.

And Melanie wasn't there for the funeral.

My Mum had to have the funeral without me,

because if she waited for me to get back,

he would have started to smell,

because that's what happens to animals.

She didn't get to say goodbye.

OK, well, you know what?

I think we should bury the pine cone... the possum head.

Let's just chuck it over the fence.

Do you want to be part of the funeral or not?

No, I didn't want to be part of the funeral.

For a pine cone.

Then I noticed that the funeral

seemed to mainly involve kicking sand,

so I did want to be part of the funeral.

Bye-bye, Carrots.

Bye-bye, pine cone echidna.

What are you big kids all doing in the sand area?

What's that lump?

I had to tell Mrs Gonsha what I did.

But then I'd have to sit in Rory's spot in the Principal's office

until the end of Grade Six!

Is that my sponge ball?

Oh, God, it stinks! What have you done to it?

It's not your sponge ball, Mrs Gonsha.

It's my native animal project... It's a possum's head!

Finally, Atticus said I was right!

Atticus was trying to stop Rory from getting in trouble.

A possum's head, for your native animal project?

Rory!

Uh... well... You were supposed to make something,

not bring in an actual native animal.

No, it's not his native animal project, Mrs Gonsha.

Rory's confused.

We just found the possum's head, played with it for a while,

and then we gave it a funeral.

Because we needed to say goodbye.

Mrs Gonsha wanted to say her own goodbye.

At the bins.

You all know better than to play with things like this.

Debra-Jo, you're the bathroom monitor.

I'm very disappointed.

Mrs Gonsha is never disappointed in me.

It was very hard for me not to blurt out

that it was actually just Rory's stupid pine cone.

But that wouldn't have been the truth.

Seriously? Still?

OK, it was a pine cone.

I'm very used to Mrs Gonsha's disappointed face,

but the others aren't.

I didn't want to get everyone else in trouble.

It's not a possum.

It's an echidna, made out of a pine cone,

yoghurt, banana and toilet paper.

I think that's worse than a possum.

It's also made out of the Principal's toothpicks...

..that I took... without asking.

Well... don't do that again, Rory.

That was it?!

Mrs Gonsha really wanted to wash her hands,

which is why she didn't get more mad at Rory.

I was annoyed, but I knew Rory would be in trouble again

for something else in about 30 seconds.

Have you finished my hair?

Yes.

Oh, there's my sponge ball.

Who's taken a big bite out of it?

Rory!

♪ Theme music

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh

♪ Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Everybody's moving Hey, whatcha doing?

♪ Little Lunch! ♪

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