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Is it true you're the queen of crime and boss of the kangaroo gang who stole the

nug 27 years ago?

Well, I wouldn't say boss.

It was more of a collective.

But you, your gang, stole the nug. We did, yeah.

Mother, please don't. You knew she was in the gang?

I, um... Well, the thing is... Yeah.

So, where is it now?

That is a mystery to me. You were the ones that took it.

Who wants juice?

The gang and I liberated the nug.

Sad to say, it slipped from our grasp on the very same day.

There's a huge reward.

I heard.

I want juice, fresh.

Is that why you're here? To find it and get it back?

No. My precious creatures, I'm here for both of you.

Apple, also fresh.

No more juice.

I suppose the Nug could still be here in Woodfring.

But finding it.

That's a job for others.

Guava? Fresh?

Preparation is all.

The Nug could still be in Woodfring. Or it could not.

Full contact.

Woodspring used to be the lucky town.

People came from miles around just to rub the nose for good luck.

How could they rub its nose? It was in a glass case.

That was once people realised how valuable it was. Before that, you could

its nose all day.

Let's cut to the real story.

How to revenge myself on E. Neely Katinkatong, who stole the school

from me. Don't you see?

Finding the nun could turn our luck around. The reward money could speed up

Mum's research and bring her home early. And I mean not just Emilia.

I'm talking taking down the whole Katinka Tong supremacy.

Emilia, just supposing the person who ended up with the nun has kept it hidden

all this time because they know it brings them luck.

Follow what question?

Who's the luckiest person in Goodspring?

Now, Emilia, as the luckiest school captain ever, you'll model your

on me.

Pass the salt, will you?

Yes, Mummy.

You must capture my strength, my wisdom, my boundless compassion.

And most importantly, sweetie, don't ever let Mummy down.

No, Mummy, never.

It's Twinkle.

Say hi, Twinkle.

Oh, yeah. And Twinkle can tell if people are lying or not.

One squeak for truth, two squeaks for a lie.

Why don't you test him?

Riddle me this, Twinkle.

My brother Kai scratches his bum with an ice cream stick.

True or false?

That was one time.

Also, impressive.

Might be useful when we put some heat on Amelia.

If she knows where the nug is.

We could confirm without a doubt. Or could find out if your grandma really is

the queen of crime.

That one's sorted.

Queenie equals queen of crime.

Oh, sweet as ice.

Queen of crime.

And here I thought my great granny pie's once a week ube cupcake treat with

cherry sprinkles was special. Declare your sugar. I repeat, declare your

You cannot be serious.

Seriously?

Seriously? All line for Tinker Tom's to the back of the line on order of our new

school captain.

Hmm, black forest cake?

That's a prohibited import.

Wait, that's my cake.

This is blatant abuse of power. She's been doing this since kindy. All line,

please. Come on, new kid, quickly.

What is that?

He's my twin.

Go. Anything to declare?

Only my genius.

Amelia.

Emilia. Shame about the loss.

Yay for me.

I don't know what you're trying to get away with,

Penelope, but that looks super sweet.

It means instant confiscation. But it's a great greenie pie with a special

treat. I hear you. I also don't. Nesbitt, Deidre, grab the goods. Let's

Am I just the luckiest school captain or what?

Seriously? The luckiest ever?

Amelia just admitted she's lucky. She has to know more about the NUG.

Or she's just spoiled and spent her whole life rigging the system.

She's screwed up yoinking cakes.

Back me up, Penn.

Penn?

School captain lounge.

Nice work.

We scored ourselves a cake buffet.

Yeah, boss. Love that the new tuxet lady hates sugar. Lucky for us.

Yes. A sprinkler cupcake is her thin reach.

Steady hands, Penelope.

It's time we talked about how you rigged the school captain election.

This queen won fair and square.

She'd be ashamed.

Holding cakes for you and your katinka plonk pals.

Am not.

See? Told ya.

Cakes are legit bands.

Believe it or not, our furry little friend knows when you're lying through

teeth. One squeak for truth, two for a lie.

Isn't that right, Twinkle?

I haven't time for this. I have too much good to do in the world.

A lie -detecting guinea pig. Hmm.

I don't know, Bo.

Could be a problem down the track.

Surely not.

Amelia's already onto the cake.

What about the other things, like the alluringly crunk net?

The lolly -running racket?

What are you talking about?

It's an anagram where you rearrange the letters to make different words. You

know, like tar and rat.

OK, first, anagram, noo.

Second... What are you saying?

It's not as if my many achievements are just a tissue of lies.

Oi!

Hurry up and get your lunch orders in.

There's onion croissants today.

Squeaky clean they are.

Whoa, is that... Yeah, the new tuck shop lady.

Gretchen.

Hmm.

Squeaky clean, hey?

Whoa, everything's onion.

Do you have caramelised onion?

Caramelised? What do you think this is, the Café de Paris?

You'll eat what you're given and like it.

Mmm, onion roll. Lovely, thank you very much.

Kai Delaney, onion roll please.

Easy on the onion.

Long story short, I rescued it unharmed. Only now, I don't know whether I should

eat it.

Poor thing's been through so much.

Hey!

Take it away!

Cake harvest sugar.

Sugar rots your teeth.

Go! Go!

I'm going, I'm going.

Jeez, what are you, a get of sugar or something?

Next.

Oh, my get.

Miss, can I say, such a squeaky clean tuck shop.

It's a shame about the rodent.

Rodent!

Rat! Rat!

Unclean! Run for your lives! It's a super rat! For real!

Pistons! Contagion!

Give it to me, boy!

This is Gretchen Lee!

No way, my guinea pigs become guinea pigs in a blanket.

We've got to get them back.

We're going to need help.

So you want a bath twinkle out of the pound.

That's quite the guinea piggy pickle.

Sounds like something you might have done back in the day.

I might.

You need to get your hands on a key.

It's been some while, but perhaps I could teach you a trick or two.

Close your eyes.

Do you want to say twinkle or not?

Focus.

Listen.

Imagine.

Welcome to the trick space.

A place in your imagination where you will learn all manner of tricks.

Now I want you to listen.

Let me present to you la chute Francaise.

Commonly French drop vanish.

Handy if you need to con a key out of a guard.

Step one.

Check your pockets.

Place the coin between your thumb and finger.

Loose. Casual. As if you don't want it.

Step two, pretend to grab it with your other hand, but don't.

Let it fall back into the palm of your hand.

And step three,

sell it. Eyes up, face calm, and blow on the empty hand

like pure magic.

Shall we make a plan?

Operation Weedle.

Huh?

Ugh, so much easier in our imagination.

An operation with this complexity will contain risk.

So if anyone's not up for the challenge, speak now.

Fabulous.

Commandment number two.

Preparation is all.

Let's go through the plan step by step. You'll need the guard's key.

Master the French drop vanish.

For climbing.

To find your way in.

Keep trying.

To keep watch.

Finally.

Operation Sweden.

Let's do it. Wait.

One last thing. Probably the most important part.

Every mission, something unforeseen, always happens which puts the whole

at risk. And when that moment happens, don't be afraid to improvise. That being

the difference between success or total mission failure.

What happened to preparation is all?

Well, that certainly is.

Until it isn't.

The Twinkle Recovery Team goes in at the crack of dawn.

We were supposed to be there at the crack of dawn.

Oh, yeah. Well, there's the crack of dawn and there's the crack of dawn.

And Queenie snores all night.

I am not a morning person.

Got the map?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What are you two doing up at the crack of dawn?

Especially you, Amelia. You're not the crack of dawn type, are you?

Choir practice.

Uh, yeah.

Um, didn't want to wake you.

It's the weekend and it's the crack of dawn. Fair enough.

Sorry, Dad. Gotta run.

Now, I did want to talk to you two about your grandmother before you... And

you're gone.

Oh, the animal pound.

Sorry we're late.

Where's Penelope?

Supposed to be here at the crack of dawn, man.

Here she is.

Hurry.

Sorry.

Crack of dawn's hard.

Let's go get our boy.

I got this.

Should have held on to it, eh?

That would have been preferred.

I know.

What do we do?

And we're good.

Should I do the trick?

She's asleep.

Still. Good practice.

Click one twinkle.

Tell me you have the map.

It appears I do not.

Amelia, preparation is all. It was the crack of dawn.

Queenie said to improvise. How hard can it be? Come on.

circle. You said you could improvise. I can.

It's this way.

Come

on,

Gerard. I've got to check on the road.

This whole operation could turn out to be one giant damp squid. It's damp

but, Amelia, squids are always damp.

Let's see if Principal hears about this.

Run!

Oh,

come

on. I need sugar.

Sugar? What?

Oh, sweet sparkly cupcake.

Sugar, no, no.

Pen, give me the cake. But I'm hungry.

Take it away. Where is Twinkle?

Now. No, not the cupcake.

I beg you. Where is Twinkle?

Pen.

Don't move.

Found him.

What have you done to him? I just wanted to make the creature look cute. I

couldn't resist.

Gotta admit, he doesn't look half bad.

The truth, huh?

He likes it. You think?

Gretchen did good.

Granted, my methods were not good.

I just wanted him to myself.

I thought I could adopt him. But he's mine.

You're right.

I'm sorry. My pet -napping days are done, I swear.

And quit with the tuck shop onions.

Done.

So, the onion -loving tuck shop lady took Offalbert's guinea pig

and gave it a makeover?

Yep.

And Mother Queenie helped you get it back?

Yep. So you like having Mother Queenie here?

I mean, like's a strong word.

She keeps things interesting.

I'm right here, you know.

And she could help us, me, find the nog.

Well, I don't know that I welcome Mother teaching you kids all her old kangaroo

game tricks.

Nor do I completely approve of you two chasing after something that's been lost

to history 27 years ago.

But I guess we can muddle along, see how this goes.

There's a family.

Emilia?

Emilia?

What is she doing?

What's the big news, Emilia?

Mommy's going to restore the Woodspring Planetarium to all its former glory.

For the 100th anniversary of the Nug's arrival.

Nugfest! That's right.

Our Nug deserves pride of place, which is why I have created a place of pride.

Come home, Nuggy.

Come home.

Come home, Nuggy.

Indeed. You heard it here first, folks. And with all the rumours of the Nug

still hiding somewhere in Woodspring, who knows who might find it and claim

$100 ,000 reward?

Me! I will!

Wait, she doesn't have it?

As school captain and natural born leader, I am going to find the nug.

Not if I find it first.

That's all it took for Emilia to want it too. Really?

Really. She can keep her cake racket, her shiny school captain badge. If I get

the nug before her, it'll be the ultimate forever until the end of time

Oh yes, it will be mine.

And mine. But mostly mine.

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