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What's this all about?

Let me explain.

Hi, my name's Amelia.

I'm 12, and I live in Woodspring, the most boring town on Earth.

There it is, good old Woodspring.

It wasn't always a boring town.

The planetarium, that's it right there, used to be the home of the Nug.

It's from outer space.

It's worth, like, a gajillion bucks.

It was stolen by the infamous Kangaroo Gang.

That was 27 years ago. The only exciting thing that's ever happened here.

Ever.

That's not strictly true.

Hello. The name's Kai. Younger brother.

When the Nagarajan wood sprang from its home beyond the stars, people came to

believe its smiley face would bring them great good fortune.

And as more and more visitors came to town, Wood Spring became known as...

a lucky town.

Not so lucky anymore.

With the Nug gone, now the planetarium looks like this.

With Nug, without Nug.

Then, now.

But there is hope. There's a $100 ,000 reward for a safe return.

Yay! Nah, don't hold your breath.

Woodspring is a yay -free zone.

Super Cruise.

Know what your mark wants to hit.

So, Amelia, good news for you.

Kai will be joining you in year six.

What?

Why wasn't I told?

Well, we didn't want to spoil the holidays. You know, just...

Wait till the first day of term?

Because we knew you'd go off. Of course I was going to go off. My younger

brother, who is, wait for it, nine, is being accelerated into the same class as

me, into year six.

But Amelia, you see, Kai is really smart.

Question mark.

And I'm not?

Oh,

I can't wait till Mum's back. She's so much better at this.

Seriously, Dad, you've kind of failed here. Mum's doing important work, Count

Emperor Penguins in Antarctica.

That's her. Say hi, Mum.

Love you.

If we did find the lucky nug, the reward money could feed at Mum's research and

she'd be home quick stick.

You know what? Bring it in. Let's family hug. Caterpillar. Age -appropriate

gestures of affection, Dad.

Climb on the hug train.

It's departing now.

Hey.

Here we go.

Let's just try and turn over a new page this year, shall we, Amelia?

You know, call your heels. It's out of trouble.

Just make me proud.

There we go.

Big squeeze.

Oh.

This is Penelope. We were actually at the movies last night, but Pen lives in

the moment.

Penelope wants to be an actor.

You want to be an actor, don't you? Yes.

I know years of heartache and bitter disappointment lie ahead.

Until one day, I'm a star.

Yes, and for context, I absolutely do not have a crush on Penelope.

Which even if I did, which I don't, nobody can ever know about.

Especially not Adelia.

As if I don't know that.

You know what?

Nothing. Just regular kids, doing our thing. No complaints about the main body

of the Wood Springs school community.

Except for this bunch, with their ridiculous fringes.

The whole of the Katinkatonk supremacy.

Emilia Katinkatonk.

That's Emilia with an E, not Emilia with an A.

Aww.

They kind of do. Animal besides.

But all of that is about to change. I'm sick of second best. I'm sick of always

losing out to Emilia.

This year is going to be different. This year is my year.

Meet Amelia Delaney.

Year six school captain.

First non -katinkaton captain in forever.

Welcome to year six.

And a brand new school year. And it's my very special pleasure this morning to

welcome Mayor Katie Katinkatonk, my third cousin, twice removed.

Hi, Mummy.

To our first assembly. We have a new boy joining us today, so please make

yourself known, Offalbert Smee.

Come on.

So, Offalbert, tell us a little about yourself.

My name's Offalbert.

Come on, lad. Surely there's nothing else you'd like to say?

When I get nervous, I get squeaky feet.

Moving on to our first order of business, the election of school captain

our year six cohort of students.

If I may, Principal Katinkatonk.

I would just like to say that given this year marks the

100 -year anniversary of the Nugs' magical arrival here in Woodsbring, and

a discovery by my dearly departed great -grandmother, Mavis Kitinkatong,

whomever is chosen as school captain will have the honour of representing the

school at all Nugfest celebrations.

It is our greatest hope as mayor that just maybe the $100 ,000

reward will see our beloved Nug restored to us all once more.

Now, I would like to invite Emilia Katingatong to the stage to present her

vision statement for the year ahead. Our new school captain, Emilia.

Wait, what?

No way.

Not happening.

Call me picky, but it's in the rules.

Anybody can nominate for school captain. And once they have, there has to be an

election. And I'm in it to win it. Fix it. Flimsily.

Now.

Yes. Well, strictly speaking, it's true. If another candidate enters the field,

we are indeed obliged to hold an election.

But... I suggest Emilia assumes the responsibilities of the position until

hold a ballot.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I'm Kai, a new author of this. Welcome to Woodbring Academy.

Thank you for in there.

No time for chit -chat. We have a campaign to run.

Post -its, flags, personal appearances. I can help if you need anything done. I

can draw, make post -its, even color in. Loving the enthusiasm.

Bring it!

Now. The school year, not yet hours old, and I'm already obliged to take

discipline reaction.

That wasn't me.

Emilia must have done it herself.

Ah, yes, the moral indignation. Pray tell me, why oh why would Emilia

Katinkatonk, a student of the highest integrity, deface her own property?

To get me in trouble?

And because she's an entitled try -hard, he gets everything she ever wants.

No offence.

Amelia, you are suspended for the rest of the day.

Call your father to come and collect you.

Underling, admit.

Hello?

The rules are clear, Amelia.

Any candidate who secures the suspension cannot stand for school captain in the

year such offence occurs.

What?

You're just fixing it so I can never be school captain.

You're the worst!

Careful with your words, Amelia.

You're lucky I don't extend your suspension by another two days.

Entrez -vous?

Queenie Delaney, darling. I'm the gorgeous little munchkin's grandmother.

And I'm here to say, please, sweetie, how may I help you?

Just saying. We've never seen this woman before in our lives.

Queenie! So glad you're here.

Yes, grandmother.

Long time no see.

Principal Cat... Tinker -tonk.

The painting.

Where did you find it?

Whose hand is at work here?

You have to tell me.

Oh, a poor thing, but mine own.

But this is.

You just let us go?

How did you even do that? The grandma we've never met just shows up? Wow,

coincidence. Darling, nothing is a coincidence.

For every caper, one must do the prep. Your principal, Flimley, is hungry

to be the next great artist.

Conmanment, number one. Know what your mark wants to hear.

Con -what -ment?

Con -manment.

Like a manment, but with more con.

What's a mock?

It's the target of your con.

Fascinating.

Sorry, what's a caper? In this case, it's a fun, daring adventure with just

right amount of tricks.

Tell me more.

Naturally, darling, when you're ready. Related question.

So you're our actual grandmother?

Because we thought you were, you know... Dad!

Look who we found!

Mother.

Dad, she's amazing.

Not only did she get Amelia's suspension remote, Kai, her ma gave us a half -day

holiday and a painting.

And here's me thinking my grandmother was dead.

Yeah, so did I.

And for that, I'm truly sorry.

We all make mistakes, yes?

But for now, I'm back here to meet my gorgeous family.

Uh, kid, home now.

Mother, we have a lot to talk about.

Mother, I don't know what you want from me.

I haven't seen you for 20 years. I haven't heard from you for 20 years.

And you picked up my kids from school.

Dad looks angry.

Dad never looked.

Angry? If she's only going to upset him, she can get out of here.

Grandmothers don't just drop into your lap like presents down the chimney at

Christmas. Fair point.

But I wonder what's her take on hot choccy, bickies and a bedtime story.

I'm going in. No, no, no, come on. Mother, I just don't think... You've got

tell me again how you did that thing with the principal.

Hold up. What thing with the principal?

It was just a little bit of old -fashioned trickery with our mark.

Principal, ka -tink -a -tonk.

Marks? Tricks? Really?

Oh!

Did you make this?

Yes. Dad likes to make marmalade, and he's really good at it.

Oh, naturally, darling. Your father... Stop trying to charm me, Mother. I know

what you're doing. It's not going to work. Now, what's for dinner? Oh, I love

dessert. Especially sweet things like these two yummy Delaney's.

Come on, what's for dessert?

Show me a mud map.

Good luck with that. We never agree on dessert.

I'm sure we could fudge something, like Emilia did with those posters.

If Emilia gets elected school captain instead of me, my life will be a winter

endless misery.

Hold on.

Emilia, you're going for school captain.

You are.

Is that so surprising? No, no. I mean, you go for it. Yeah, I couldn't be

prouder. No, your mum will be thrilled.

Here, here.

Amelia has a great crew behind her. I like the new boy. Awful bird.

With them behind you, it'll be a cakewalk.

Dessert? Fudge mud cake.

Excellent choice.

Fudge mud cake.

Here's one I bought earlier.

Whoa.

How does she do that?

Surely the $100 ,000 reward is enough to bring our Nug home in time for Nugfest.

Woodspring deserves it.

Agreed? Yes, Mummy. You're the best.

Imagine the glory for the person who finds it.

Fudge Mud Cake?

How did you do that?

of Emilia will smash the election.

Why aren't we cutting through?

Problem is, my voter recognition polling suggests that all you're really known

for is being rude.

That is so stupid!

And then we'll all end up face down in the mud.

Sad face.

Face down again?

Sad face.

No, mud.

Grandmother's fudge mud cake routine.

I wonder how she did it.

Fudge.

I'm sure we could fudge something.

Mud.

Show me a mud map.

Cake. It will be a cakewalk.

Fudge mud cake.

Her words triggered our response.

Fudge mud cake.

So, it's a magic trick.

I've thought more mentally than it's the power of suggestion.

What are you thinking, girl?

A tinker -tonk catastrophe.

Commandment number one. Know what your mark wants to hear.

What are the words this whole school wants to hear?

Okay, it's caper time.

We need triggers simple.

We use trigger words to get the vote and win the election.

Freeze. Ice cream. Movie.

Recess. No.

Homework. Fall.

Day. Week. Vote.

Amelia. Amelia.

Amelia. Amelia.

Amelia. Amelia.

Am I worried?

I'm not even in the littlest bit.

With all votes now tallied, our new student elected

school captain is... A fat what a good that was.

How was school?

So, grandmother.

It feels so weird saying that.

Try Granny.

Granny? Yes, better.

Granny, in the election, Emilia Katinkaton scored 77 votes to Emilia's

Emilia's the new school captain.

This is the worst! We thought we could use your fudge mud cake hack to get

Emilia elected, but we must have mucked it up. You worked it out.

The trigger words.

The power of suggestion.

You are very smart grandchildren.

That trick works every time.

Every time?

Nope, it doesn't. Can vouch for that. We didn't win.

Did you see her count the votes?

No.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that trick works every time.

So what? They rigged it?

I knew it.

I knew I had the votes. Even when I win, I lose.

Losing teaches you more than winning ever could.

Is that another one of your commandments?

There's more where that came from.

Oh, who are you anyway, and where have you been all this time, and why are you

even here?

Good questions.

Save them for another day.

Who are you, Queenie Delaney?

A dentist.

Hey, fella.

No.

Hmm.

What happened to my room?

What are you doing here?

It's for the skin, sweetheart.

Essential. As for why I'm here, one night on the couch was enough.

I was hoping.

Sure.

is officially and what do you call this?

Granny research.

Do you try

just queen?

Queen of crime?

Click there.

Welcome back to Eye on Woodspring. I'm your host, Skip Scoopworthy.

Tonight's nostalgia nugget, Australia's own kangaroo gang.

Five crooks, a pouch of tricks, and how back in the day they kept the cops on

the hop.

Gold bars gone, bank safes popped like party crackers, and precious gems lost

thin air.

And then the caper to end all capers when these wild thieves came to

in 1999 to bag the lucky nug.

Led by the one dubbed the Queen of Crime, they stole the nug and skipped

into the pages of history, never to be seen again.

What the?

And who is the Queen of Crime? Your guess is as good as mine.