Original subtitles

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* 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! *

(CHICKEN CLUCKS)

-Oh dear!

Your floorboards have got a nasty case

of damp rot, Mr Fothergill.

You're lucky you only put your foot through it.

-Foot through it!

-Oh, dear.

Is that (SNIFFS) serious, Bob?

-Oh well you see Damp rot is what happens

when water gets into your floorboards

and they don't dry out properly.

If we don't fix it, it could spread all over your house.

(A-CHOO!)

Oh that doesn't (SNIFFS) er sound good Bob.

(BLOWS HIS NOSE)

-Well my damp meter says it has already spread

to your stairs.

-Oh really? They seem erm

(SNIFFS) strong enough--

Oo-dear!

-Don't worry. We can fix it,

but we'll have to put some smelly stuff on the floor.

-That won't do my (SNIFFS) allergy any good!

-Allergy any good!

-I'm afraid it won't be very good for Hamish, either.

You should really both go away for the day.

-Oh I could er visit my sister, Fay,

but Hamish won't be able to come.

She finds Hamish a bit of a handful...

-Bit of a handful! (SQUAWKS)

-Oh, dear!

Well, I'm sure we can find someone to look after him.

I'll go to JJ's and arrange for Skip

to collect all the rotten old wood.

(SNIFFS) All right, then, Bob.

I'll see you later. (A-CHOO!)

-I'll see you later! (A-CHOO!)

-...So you see, JJ, Hamish needs a place to stay.

-Hmm. Well, I'm afraid I can't help you there, Bob...

-Er, Dad?

-There's a big delivery coming in

and I'll be busy all day.

-Dad!

-Sorry, Molly, did you say something?

-Yeah - Hamish could come and stay with us!

-Ooh, I don't know about that.

-I could look after him.

-Oh! Well!

All right then, so long so long as

he doesn't get in the way.

-Yayy! You're the greatest!

-Now what about that skip?

-Okay, Dad! Ready, Skip?

Tum-te-tum...What?

Oh oh, yeah, er ready, Molly!

-I've got to pick up the damp-proofing equipment.

See you later, JJ.

-Put it down here, Skip.

-Okay, Molly!

(HUMS TO HIMSELF) Tum te tum...

-I've got some great news, Mr Fothergill -

Hamish can come and stay with us!

-Oh really?

Oh that's (SNIFFS) that's marvellous!

I'll just go and get him.

-Hiya, Bob. Hello, Wendy.

-Where's Mr Fothergill?

-He's gone to get Hamish. He won't be long.

-Come here, Hamish! You've got to go to JJ's!

-Go to JJ's!

-I'm back, Mr Fothergill! Oh, dear.

(SNIFFS) It's no good. He won't go into cage!

(A-CHOO!)

-I've got an idea. Put the cage down, Mr Fothergill.

-Okay. Stand back.

-ah...ah...

-A-CHOO!

-A-CHOO!

-Well done, Molly!

-Oh yes (SNIFFS) Oh very clever!

-Oh I'd better be off. (SNIFFS)

Bye Hamish. (SNIFFS)

-'BYE BYE HAMISH! (SQUAWKS)

-Don't worry, Mr Fothergill,

we'll look after him.

-And we'll have your floor as good as new,

won't we, team?

-CAN WE FIX IT?

-YES, WE CAN!

-Okay, Trix put this new stock over there, please.

-Okay JJ!

-Hi, Dad! Hi, Trix!

-Hiya, Molly! Is this where it goes, JJ?

-That's it, Trix. Left a bit... Right a bit...

-We'd have got back sooner but Hamish

didn't want to get into his cage!

-LEFT A BIT!

-Who said that? Look out, Trix!

-Whoaaa! Sorry, JJ - I thought you said 'left a bit'!

-I didn't...

-RIGHT A BIT!

-but I think I know who did.

(SQUAWKS)

-How's it going, Bob?

-Really well, Scoop!

Now it's time to put those chemicals on the floor.

-Here they are, Bob!

-Will the chemicals stop Mr Fothergill's floor

going rotten again, Bob?

-That's exactly what they'll do, Scoop!

But they don't smell very nice,

so we'll have to wear masks over our faces!

-I'll just call JJ to say the skip's ready to pick up.

-Good idea, Wendy!

-I think it will be much safer if Hamish is in here.

-It's not his fault, Dad.

It's just what parrots do.

-PARROT'S DO!

(PHONE RINGS & PARROT SQUAWKS CONTINUOUSLY)

-JJ's Building Supplies.

-Hello, JJ, it's Wendy.

(LOUDER) I'm sorry; you'll have to speak up!

(LOUDER) JJ, it's Wendy! Molly can collect the skip!

-Okay, Wendy!

I'll send her over right away! 'Bye!

-Who was that, Dad?

-It was Wendy. She...

(HAMISH CONTINUES SQUAWKING) I'll tell you outside!

-Oh that's better. Why's Hamish making all that noise?

-Perhaps he's hungry. I'd better feed him.

-You've got to collect that skip.

I'll look after Hamish.

-Oh, okay. Come on, Skip!

-I won't be long, Trix.

-Don't worry, JJ. I can stack everything -

easy-peasey!

-Up... you... Go!

-Right - now, where did Molly put your seed? Aha!

-Oh! Right! Time for your dinner, Hamish.

-Hamish?

-Oh, no!

Left a bit... right a bit...

-LOOK OUT, TRIX!

-Who said that? Whooaaaa!

-Trix, what happened?

-That pallet almost fell on me,

but Hamish told me to look out, just in time!

-Well, I never!

-WELL I NEVER! (SQUAWK!) LOOK OUT TRIX!

-What's been going on here?

-Oh Molly, I had an accident,

but Hamish saved me, didn't he JJ?

-Yes he did! He's a very clever parrot.

Aren't you Hamish?

-VERY CLEVER PARROT! (SQUAWK!)

-Oh that's the floor finished, Bob!

-And the banister's done, too!

Time to let everyone know.

(PHONE RINGS) -I'll get it!

-Come on Hamish, say: 'JJ's Building Yard'.

-VERY CLEVER PARROT!

-That was Bob. Hamish can go home now.

-Oh, right! I hope you enjoyed your stay, Hamish.

I've got used to having you around.

Well - better get back in your cage.

-IN YOUR CAGE!

-Hee ha ha! He wouldn't do that for Mr Fothergill!

He must really like you, Dad!

-LIKE YOU, DAD! (SQUAWK!)

-Oh he called me Dad!

-Thank you very much, everybody.

Everything looks as good as new.

-No problem, Mr Fothergill!

-Yeah, no problem!

-It's teamwork see?

-I've just noticed something, Mr Fothergill:

You haven't sneezed once since you got back!

-You know what? I was fine all the time I was at Fay's.

-Here's Hamish, Mr Fothergill.

-Oh hello, Molly.

And hello... helll...ah...

helloo-ah... ahhhhh-CHOOOOO!!!!!

Wow! What a sneeze!

-Are you all right, Mr Fothergill?

-Oh (SNIFFS)

Oh my nose has gone all (SNIFFS) tickly

(A CHOO!)

-Oh, dear.

I think I know what gives Mr Fothergill his allergy.

It's Hamish!

(SNIFFS) I think you must be right, Wendy! (SNIFFS)

-What's an 'allergy', Bob?

-It means that when Hamish is about,

Mr Fothergill can't stop sneezing, Muck.

-Does that mean Hamish will have to live somewhere else?

-I'm afraid so (SNIFF) Oh I'm afraid so Scoop.

We'll have to find him a (SNIFF) a nice new home.

(A CHOO!) Molly, do you think he could--er

-Stay with us? Yeah! That'd be great!

-Are you sure your dad will think it's great, too Molly?

-You know what? He'll love it!

-LOVE IT! (SQUAWK SQUAWK!)

-NIGHT, SKIP. NIGHT TRIX. NIGHT HAMISH.

-Night everyone

-Night-night!

-Night, Dad -Night, Molly.

-Night Molly, Night Dad. Night Skip Night Trix--

(firmly) Goodnight, Hamish!

-Ooh (SQUAWK!) Goodnight, Hamish

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