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Finally.

Birthday today.

Know what that means?

Awesomeness is about to be dialed up to a billion?

I'm deprived of a valuable day to rehearse for the play?

It's only a matter of hours till we find the nug. Ding, ding, ding.

If those super secret blueprints are right, we yoink the trophy, crack open

hidden hatch, take the nug, and smug nug glory will be ours.

To look lively, Sparta ne 'er.

Dadma be able to part some team on it ten seconds.

Buckle up, Joey. Our luck's about to change.

Room for one more.

Keep a crew.

No team, no tape.

Spars. Spars.

A little bit sport, a little bit art.

Which brings the answer to Sports Day.

A whole lot of fun, a whole lot of yay!

Now can I get back to rehearsals? All in good time, encore, all in good time.

Now, today is definitely about fun. And definitely not about winning, though the

team that does win will get a splendid trophy and eternal glory.

So, stretch those ligaments, fire up those creative thine -ups.

The Sparks competition will commence imminently.

Please follow the parent volunteers to your events.

Principal Kay is wrong.

Today is about winning. And showing those bozos not to steal my acting

Imagine what your mummy would say if she knew you weren't playing your mummy in

the... Sweetener!

Have you won yet?

Imagine being cast as the leading lady and the champion of Sparks Day all in

week.

Okay gang, here's the plan. We blaze in, yoink trophy, get nugs, blaze out.

Bob's your uncle, Bobine is your aunt.

Steal the spot play trophy?

Outrageous. Stealing is a detentionable offence. I can't afford detention.

I have a play to rehearse for, which I'm definitely not anxious about.

Back up.

I didn't say steal, I said yoink. Look, we're only yoinking it to get what's

inside of it, then we'll un -yoink it.

No crime, no time. This plan has too many variables. The only statistically

certain way we're going to get the trophy is if we win it fair and square.

Ugh, Amelia Katinka -Chunk won't play fair and square.

Amelia, we're not yoinking the trophy.

Fine. If you all want to do the whole A to Z hamster wheel, I'll go solo.

Wait, where's he going with that?

Amelia, we have to work together.

I smell a team, Summit.

No team.

From now on... I go solo.

Plus Queenie with me.

Come on, Queenie. Caper time.

What? Amelia!

What about Team Joey?

Um, Rose?

Did she just dump us?

The pain. The suffering.

Was that anguish convincing?

Can I use it in the play?

Come on, Joey. My bus will start from ten.

Care to tell Granny Dearest why we're hiding like a couple of little mice?

Give you a clue.

Rhymes with smug.

Noted.

Round four.

Team Joey has the ball.

Nothing but nets.

Three -pointer.

Team Joey's in the lead.

Spacked in the face.

Three points.

Deal.

Intercept. She scores!

Block is taking down.

Team Amelia win!

We may have won, but no more close calls. That trophy must be mine.

You mean ours, right, Bob?

What?

Care to share anything else you might know?

You lost me.

Nothing spa -stay -trophy -y you want to discuss?

Nothing about any secret blueprints?

Darling, I've got to name a lot more than that.

That's how you're going to play it.

Huh? It's fine.

I'm just going to yoink it myself.

You're a looker.

Give me the signal if old PK's going to spot me.

And what looker?

The pigeon is back.

You'd better not be in here.

He changed the car. I will shut you out, pigeon.

Are you hiding?

I think you're out.

I think you're out.

They're encompassing here.

to the Father.

You can stop now, Amelia.

I said, you can stop now.

Show yourself, Vincent!

You were the first signal. Where were you?

Well, I was busy witnessing genius.

Oh, I thought it was elegant.

Subtle. Only missing three joeys and a proper distraction.

Explain.

Solo slapdick's done.

You're going to click your fingers now, aren't you?

It's never not a shock.

Introducing the four -focus flip.

Normally, there would be four brains, but we'll borrow three of yours.

Whoa. Four me's?

Dream team.

And we'll need a mark. In this case, the subject of your con is Principal

Katinkatong.

Step one, clash.

A noise or sparkle. Anything that yanks the eyeball.

Step two,

shift. Point the mark somewhere, anywhere, but not where the real action

Student out of bounds.

Step three, trigger.

Create the panic.

They've got their shirt untucked.

Step four,

scoop. While they're busy, you nab the prize.

And that, my dear, is a four -focus flip.

Flash, shift, trigger, scoop.

Genius. Four beats, four brains.

No team, no take.

No problem.

Except for one. I dumped my team.

We're so close.

We're so losing.

Come on now.

I'll not have these frowns. There's still one more event to turn it around.

Go team!

That's the problem, eh?

We're not a team without Amelia. We're just a... 10.

No A?

As in A for Amelia?

This is impacting my confidence.

I can't afford impacted confidence. I need to prepare for the play. I must

my centre.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. It is a thrill to be your mayor.

Never pass up an opportunity to do character research.

You need to become the mayor.

Now, I must depart. I'm umpiring the singing chair.

Now, I must depart. I'm umpiring the singing chair.

It's like looking in a mirror.

Copying me?

Are you?

Are you copying me?

This is outrageous.

This is outrageous.

Actually, it's called the Stanislavski technique.

It's what actors do when they're going to... Penelope!

There you are, you.

I need you.

Instantly. Or sooth. What for?

I... I have an acting scout.

He simply must meet you. This way.

What Penelope was going to say, Mrs. Mayor, is... You come too. Huh?

Hmm.

Suspicious. Amelia!

Amelia!

Show yourself!

I am alive and I'm going to revive!

What a shame that checkmate and your king is no longer alive.

Not your day, is it, Doug?

Exceptional timing.

Brother.

Sister.

I just wanted to say... You go first.

Can you please rejoin the team?

Why don't you want back in?

I tried yoinking the trophy, but it was too hard to yoink on my own.

Reckon Principal K might be part ninja.

Why do you want me back in? Winning the trophy without you has proven to lack

statistical certainty.

So, we'll be teaming?

Affirmative.

So what's the plan? Win the trophy fair and square, or yoink it? Yoink it with a

twist. Principal K is in his office with the trophy, so we just need to creep in

and use this new trick. The final event will begin in five minutes.

Any team not here... We'll forfeit.

Forfeit.

Scratch that.

Better win it fair and square.

Wait.

Where's our team?

Hello, Lepi!

Awful birds!

Joeys! Hello?

We've literally touched everywhere.

Please, P .B. Godmother, make our team come back to us.

Wow, beautiful!

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Penelope, you're alive!

Thou'st a mega boss level Shakespeare bravo to the max.

Wait, what are you guys doing in here?

Waiting for an acting scout.

Emilia's going to get her.

Do I look Shakespearean enough?

Only thing Emilia's going to get is the trophy.

She's conned you.

No, say it ain't so.

The betrayal.

What are you doing in here? Thought you were solo, yoinky.

She was.

But now I'm all teamy.

No team, no take, right?

And we need to take the trophy before Emilia or our nugget dreams will go

up. Ooh, I love a third act turning point.

Team Joes for the win.

Joey! And here we are, our Sparks Day finale, the Irish Jig Off.

Our top two teams are Team Amelia and Team Joey.

The final two teams will compete in a dance till you drop scenario.

The last team left jigging will score a whopping 30 points. The team that dances

the longest...

wins the trophy.

I'll take that. Thank you very much, Peter.

On your mark. Good luck and get set.

Don't let me down, sweetie.

And I'm hoon rinky.

I'm feeling as if the lightning breaks into us all.

Ow,

my leg.

A jury is down.

We must keep dancing.

If they don't get up in the next 30 seconds, that means Team Amelia wins.

Scratch that. Make that 20 seconds.

You'll never beat Team Amelia now.

But the trophy, the mysterious Snuggie object, hidden inside.

Not if we pivot to the full focus flip. The what?

Okay, Joey, let's flip this.

Joey, he's back in the running.

Oh no, Boris, there seems to be a medical emergency.

Trigger.

Alas, poor Amelia has fainted.

Not actually fainted, just pretend fainted.

Not enough, but perhaps enough clue.

That was weird. All good now.

That's the end of Yiddish birthday, meaning Team Amelia wins!

I knew you could do it, sweetie. I knew I could too.

Okay, look, you lost part day.

But at least we still have my oranges and Penelope's leading lady performance

the play to look forward to.

Play business. Go away.

Fix it, Jojo.

Do it now.

Penelope, we need to have a small chat about the play.

Given certain bigwigs, we've had to do a bit of recasting.

Recasting? Who?

You, I'm afraid.

As they say... All is fair in love and theatre.

I'm sorry.

But I will definitely need an understudy.

Shock!

Denial!

Anger! Bargaining!

Cheer up, Sispo.

The Katinkatong regime won't reign supreme forever.

That's right.

Not now. We have this clue.

The queen held court while the cuttlefish lied.

Bruiser stood firm and Scribbler supplied.

Wheels took the corners, the heat on our side.

One of us kept it, one of us lied.

Nugfest is coming.

The town's on a thread.

A hundred thousand in cash for the rock lies ahead.

Those names!

The Queen, Cuttlefish, Bruiser, Scribbler, Wills?

The Kangaroo Gang.

Reckon we should be the ones saying, ah, auntie, you look scarier than that

goose. What are you doing here?

The truth.

These names.

Familiar? Hmm, that looks like a year six English assessment.

Interesting.

Team? Flip.

Cuttlefish, dog!

What? Where? Where is he?

And there's the scoop.

Names of the kangaroo gang?

No?

Okay. You got me.

How did you know?

Found this in this birthday trophy.

Interesting.

Very interesting indeed.

Darling, I'm going to need more than that.

After the planetarium heist in 1999...

We planned to keep the nug hidden in a place called Stinky Alley until the heat

died down.

Let me guess. When you went to pick it up, it was gone.

Naturally, darling.

Then what's with the trophy?

Well, before we settled on a place to hide the nug, we argued about other

places, the trophy being one of them.

Do you think that one of the gang may have double -crossed you and stashed the

nug in the trophy instead of Stinky Alley?

Hmm. So whichever gang member left this note, they must be back in Woods from

looking for the Nog.

The question is, who?

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