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* Bob the Builder *

* Can we fix it? *

* Bob the Builder *

* Yes, we can! *

* Scoop, Muck and Dizzy, and Rolly too *

* Lofty and Wendy join the crew *

* Bob and the gang have so much fun *

* Working together, they get the job done *

* Bob the Builder *

* Can we fix it? *

* Bob the Builder *

* Yes, we can! *

* Pilchard and Bird, Travis and Spud *

* Playing together like good friends should *

* Bob the Builder *

* Can we fix it? *

* Bob the Builder *

* Yes, we can! *

-Wendy! We're off to Mr Sabatini's now.

-Okay Bob!

-I'll be back for lunch.

Repairing the wall shouldn't take too long.

Okay, team?

-Can you fix it?

-Yes we can!

-Hello, Mr Bentley. How's the jogging going?

(PANTING) Very well, Wendy, thank you for asking.

I'm timing myself with this stopwatch, you see?

Oh yes. I'm two minutes faster

than I was on Tuesday.

-Well done! Keep it up!

-Of course I was three minutes slower on Thursday

when my leg was playing me up.

And as for Friday...

-Hello? What's this?

Ohhhhh!

-On. Off. On. Off. Ho ho.

It's one of them watchstop things.

Ooh! Spud can have some fun with this. Ha ha!

-There you are, Mr Sabatini.

You won't have any more trouble with that wall.

-Ah! It's a good job, Bob. It'sa smooth.

It'sa flat. It'sa...oh I donna how to say this, Bob.

-What's the matter? Is something wrong?

-No! No no no no no. Notta wrong.

It's justa leetle bit plain.

-Oh. Right. I see what you mean.

Mmm. How about some tiles?

-Yes! Letsa cover da wall in bee-yu-tee-fol tiles!

-Okay.

I'll pop along to JJ's supply yard and pick some up.

What colour would you like?

-I wanna yellow!

No. Green.

-How about red?

-Red! Yes!

Or blue.

Oh it'sa notta so easy to choose, Bob.

-Don't worry, Mr Sabatini.

I'll bring back lots of different colours

and then you can make up your mind.

-You stay here, Dizzy.

I'll need you to help me with the tiling.

-Okay, Bob.

-See you later.

-Purple? -Pink?

-Ahh... 'ows about da cherry red?

-Or orange? Like me! That'd be brilliant.

-Cherry? Orange? Is somebody making a fruit salad?

-Ah. Meester Dixon.

-Parcel for you, Mr Sabatini.

-Oh wow! I wonder what it is?

-Maybe it's a melon for your fruit salad. Bye now.

-Fantastico! I larve da soccer!

-Me too!

-To you, Deezy.

-It's dribbling Dizzy!

Look at that cement mixer move!

-Ha ha ha! Blue, green, yellow, red,

whatever Mr Sabatini wants, we've got it.

-That's the trouble. He can't decide.

I thought I could take him selection

and let him choose.

-Good idea, Bob.

I'll send Trix along with all the colours in stock.

How's that?

-Great. Come on, Muck.

-Okey-dokey! Let's get cracking on those tiles, eh?

-Now Trix. Relax.

First I'll go and have me pie.

Then we'll sort out the tiles.

-Ha, ha ,ha Lovely...

-Over to you, Mr Sabatini. Hup!

-Hey. I show you my famous Sabatini Special.

You watcha good now.

-Ohh! Mamma Mia!

-Hmmm...

(PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS) Ooooooh.

-Hello? Bob the Builder.

-What's that?

Yes... slow down...

Broken window? Oh dear.

Okay... I'm on my way.

-Come on, Muck.

Bit of an emergency with Mr Sabatini.

-Er, Bob! Have you forgotten?

I need Muck this afternoon.

-She needs me, too, Bob.

-And me.

-I need all of them, Bob.

-Oh Sorry, Wendy. Of course you do.

Don't worry, I can walk.

-Mamma mia. My beautiful window.

-But it was a brilliant kick, Mr Sabatini.

-Oh dear. What a mess.

-Oh, Bob. Canna you feex it?

-Don't worry. We'll soon have this mended.

-Oh thanka you, Bob.

-I'll get some new glass from JJ's.

And I'll see how they're getting on

with those tiles, too. Back soon!

-Bye, Bob.

-Red ones. Blue ones.

Yellow ones. Green.

-Hello. How's tricks, Trix? Gettit? Ha ha ha!

-Oh. Hi, Spud.

-Pink ones. Purple ones...

-What are you doing?

-I'm taking this huuuuge pile of tiles to Mr Sabatini.

-Here! I can time you with my watchstop!

-Time me? I'm the fastest forklift in the world!

-Oh yeah? Well let's see how long it takes you

to go all round the town and back to the pizza shop.

-Easy Peasy.

-On your marks... get set... go!

-Hello? JJ?

-Hello Bob. What can I do for you?

-I need some glass for Mr Sabatini's shop window.

-No problem, Bob.

-There. That should be the right size

and Trix can carry the glass to Mr Sabatini's

along with the tiles. Trix!

Trix!!!

Where's she got to?

-She must have gone already.

-Oh dear.

And the rest of the team are out with Wendy.

-I know! Why don't we carry it?

It's not that far.

-Oh... er... okay, JJ.

-Slowcoach!

Can't you go any faster than that, Trix?

-Right, Spud! I'll show you how fast I can go!

-Slow and steady does it, Bob.

-Aaaaaagh!!! Whooaa!!

-Hang on, Bob! Hang on!

-Wow, I've got it! I've got it!

-Phew!

-That's it, left a bit.

-Woah woah woah woah! Steady, right a bit.

-Woahh!

-Nonononono!

-Whoo! Huh ho ho! Almost lost it there!

-Ahh, ooh, that's it...

-Ha ha ha haaaa! Nearly there!

Put a wiggle on, Trix!

-My new window! Bellissimo!

-And all in one piece.

Just.

-Bob! Look out!

-Oh no!

-I canna bear to watch!

-Oh...

...you are still here.

-Oh no! All those lovely tiles smashed to pieces.

-Oh crumbs! Sorry JJ!

-Why were you going so fast?

-Spud was timing me.

-Spud! I might have known.

-Somebody mention my name?

-Yes, Spud.

And since you like timing things so much,

why don't I just take this...

...and time how long it takes you

to sweep up all this mess.

-Yes, Bob. Sorry, Bob. Spud's on the job, Bob.

-Oh Bob, oh, ho, my stopwatch.

I was wondering where that had got to...

-Heya, Bob! I cook you a pizza.

To thanka you for alla your help eh.

-Oh, that's great! You know, I was starting to think

I'd never get to eat lunch today.

-What do you want me to do with these, Bob?

-Well, I'm not really sure.

-Mamma Mia! I have a fantastical idea!

No time to eata now, Bob.

-Mosaics!

-Um - pardon?

-Mosaics!

Pictures made from da leetle pieces of da tile eh?

That'sa what I wanna you to make on da wall.

-Oh...mosaics. Erm, right. Of course.

But... what picture would you like up there?

-I know justa da theeng!

-Well, Mr Sabatini. What do you think?

(LAUGHING) Oh, Bob. What can I say?

I love it to pieces! (LAUGHS)

And now you stay for the football, yes?

(BOB'S STOMACH GURGLES) -Oops! Ha. Sorry.

I think I really ought to get back for some lunch.

-Thatsa what I mean.

Not play football.

Eat football.

-A special pizza. All for you, Bob.

I make it looka like da football! How you like it, eh?

-Ahhhh! (TILES SMASH)

-Smashing!