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[solemn music]

[upbeat music]

? We're the pirates next door

[clinking]

[grunting]

[clinking]

- Ah, yet another treasure.

[wood creaking]

I can't go a single day without unearthing

one of these things.

[chuckling]

Talk about easy.

- [Max] Open it then.

[chiming]

- Can we touch it?

- Ah.

- What's wrong?

- It's just that we'd like to be able to find

some treasure of our own.

[objects crashing]

[rubber duck squeaking]

[Grandpa speaks pirate language]

I'll have you walkin' the plank for pillaging!

- I'm not pillaging, Grandpa.

I'm after a treasure map.

- Oh, right, right.

Why didn't ya say so?

Here.

This is Barbarossa's treasure.

- Yeah, ah thanks grandpa.

- I was the most villainous pirate I ever knew.

- Thanks, Jim.

This map is our ticket to the treasure.

[Alexia screaming]

- [Grandpa] Hands off!

This map is not for land lubbers.

- But Grandpa, I'm breaking them in as treasure hunters.

- Oh, no sniveling on my dockside.

Oh, you keep the map,

but the treasure comes to me.

- No way!

Finders keepers.

Well, half at least.

We're looking.

- Who does that little missy think she is?

You don't go wheeling and dealing

with an old sea dog like me.

- Shame.

You could take it or leave it.

- Oh, all right then.

But if you take too long,

I cop it all.

And I get the map back.

[gun firing] [children whining]

Well, don't just stand there.

The treasure isn't gonna find itself.

- Hm.

- I think it's somewhere in the woods.

- No, that's the sea.

- Maybe it's got hidden directions.

- Aha, you're looking it the wrong way 'round.

Look, right.

Here's the coast.

There's the forest.

So the cross is Bevin's house no less.

All right.

Cast off me hearties.

[Jim chuckles]

[Ms. Bevan humming]

[doorbell rings]

- Oh!

[feet shuffling]

[door opening]

Yeah?

- Hello, I'm from the Association

for the Promotion of Politeness.

Would you care to take a look at our product range?

[Ms. Bevan sighs]

Do you know that today, there's this lovely--

- [Alexia] Jim.

[wood creaking]

[metal clinking]

[Mathilda grunting]

- [Mathilda] Whoa!

[dark barking]

[Jim chuckling]

[birds chirping]

It's not the same.

- In a situation like this,

I have a no fail solution.

I dig it all up.

- Uh, how about this bib embroidered

with the Lord's sea scenery.

But they'll be no more stains

on your pretty blouse [Ms. Bevan growls]

whenever you eat.

- Still nothin'.

Are you sure it's in Bevin's garden, Jim?

- Oh yeah.

Come on, buck up.

A true pirate never throws the towel in.

- [Max] Maybe you'll find this napkin ring more enticing.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

We're playing hide and seek.

- Hm.

- Wasn't that the ice cream van I just heard?

Hooray, we're gonna eat ice cream!

- Did you know that today there's a special offer--

[door slams]

on our garden gnome accessories.

[footsteps]

- Uh, Bevan.

Let's get out of here.

[dog whimpers]

[boy gasps]

- A chest.

- Bevin's coming.

[suspenseful music]

[shovel digging]

Faster, faster.

[door opens]

[Ms. Bevan gasps]

[dramatic music]

- I knew it.

It's those nasty pirates!

- We found the treasure.

It's ours now.

- I wonder what it is?

Maybe gold bars or diamonds.

- Hey, where's Alexia?

If she's abandoned her post,

she won't get her share of the treasure.

- Sorry, I thought I'd never get rid of Nugget.

So, have you opened it?

[box creaking]

- Hey.

I was nearly there.

[box drops]

- Wow.

Great.

A flute.

[children sulking]

[flute whistling]

[air blowing]

- Oh!

- Oh, another map.

Have you seen all these crosses?

That must mean there are several treasures.

- Or several clues.

Did you seriously think the treasure

would be that easy to find?

Barbarossa has many trick up his sleeve.

[gun firing]

Come on, let's go.

Quick, Grandpa's getting impatient.

- [Nugget] Hey!

- [Jim] Not you.

You go back to the boat.

[Nugget grumbles]

[slapping]

[Nugget grumbles]

[creaking]

[popping]

[children laughing]

[running footsteps]

[Jim grunting]

[children gasp]

- A mustache.

Really, Barbarossa's pulling our leg.

- Oh, we'll never find a treasure.

We'll never be real pirates.

- Unless, of course!

I know where there's a statue

that's missing a mustache.

[running footsteps]

- Rats, it's closed today.

- I've got an idea.

Mathilda and I will keep watch

while you open the door.

You must have some gadget that can do it.

[chiming]

Great!

[chiming]

[rope swooshing]

[metal jostling]

[Max grunting]

- Oh, would you step this way please.

- So much for our first treasure hunt.

Jim's the one doing it all.

- Look.

[Mathilda giggles]

- Wow.

[concrete scraping]

- [Mathilda] It fits.

Hm, look at this.

I hope this map actually leads

to the treasure this time.

- Okay, I'm stumped.

- Look at this.

They're coordinates leading to the woods.

- Of course!

Map coordinates.

- Ah, you've all fallen into the trap.

Leaving misleading clues is an old trick

by seasoned pirates designed

to herd away land lubbers.

I say we hoist our sails

and head for the lighthouse.

- You sure?

- A pirate's hunch is never wrong.

Come on, let's go.

[shovel hitting dirt]

[Jim grunting]

It's got to be here.

- Maybe random digging isn't quite the best solution.

Maybe we could give Max's coordinates try instead?

- I'm positive here.

My pirate hunch has never let me down.

- Look, we're not going to find a treasure anyway.

- Since you have all the answers,

why don't you just go look for it yourselves?

[Max grunts]

- We're going to search in the forest

using the coordinates.

- Come on Matilda, let him sulk.

[gun firing]

- Quick or Grandpa gets the treasure.

[Jim sighs]

[foot smacks metal]

[Jim screams]

- What, what?

Oh, aha you're back

with my precious treasure I trust.

- Oh, I give up.

It's impossible to lead a treasure hunt

with a bunch of land lubbers.

- What?

You're telling me you've walked away

from the treasure hunt

and abandoned your shipmates?

You know what happens to pirate deserters.

Get on, you limping limpet

before it all ends in tears, by Jove!

- I'm coming with you this time.

[Jim sighs]

[Max hums]

- It must be the right one this time.

- Well done, Max.

[shovel hitting dirt]

[Mathilda grunting]

- Well done, Mathilda.

- At last.

- And we did it all by ourselves.

- It's not as much fun without Jim.

- [Max] Well, he should have come with us.

- That treasure is mine.

- Ms. Bevin, why on earth

would we give you this treasure?

- Because you disfigured my darling Peterkins.

We demand you pay damages.

- Oh, you do, do you?

- What are you going to do?

Run to your parents?

I'm sure that they'd be delighted to know

that their offspring have been breaking

into neighbor's gardens and causing destruction.

[Ms. Bevan cackles]

Let's see what's inside here.

- [Jim] Hands off, Bevan!

Nobody touches my shipmates' treasure.

[children cheer]

- I knew you must have had something

to do with this, pirate.

- [Nugget] Yeah.

[Nugget grunts]

- [Jim] Whoa.

[Jim cackles]

- [Ms. Bevan] My treasure.

[dog barks]

[ceramic shatters]

I'm going to tell your parents.

Empty.

Come along Peterkins.

Let me take you home and spruce you up a bit.

[children sigh]

[dog grumbles]

[chiming]

[Max gasps]

- The treasure.

- We'd better hurry or Grandpa

would want all the treasure for himself.

[playful music]

[hook clinking on wood]

A pile of gold coins would have been

so much easier to divide up.

- I'd like to take the lamp

to build the thermostatically-powered rocket ship.

- If it's all right with you,

I'll take the flute.

[flute whistling a high pitch]

Fantastic!

- I'm going to frame this.

It'll look spiffing in my bedroom.

[gun firing]

- Shiver me timbers.

They've taken off with all my treasure.

It's my turn now.

[Nugget gasps]

[wood creaking]

[spyglass clicking]

[click]

Oh, a piggy!

Oh, it's what I've always wanted.

[Jim cackles]

Make a change from all me rubies.

- Now, all that's left is the ruby.

I wonder [Nugget gasps]

who we're going to give that to?

Nugget.

[Nugget cheers]

- You've done famously well.

Well, for land lubbers I mean.

[gun firing]

But that doesn't mean you can drop anchor

on my lawn!

Go on, cast off now.

It's time for my nap.

- What about you?

Don't you want anything?

- Oh no, I don't wanna hear the word treasure

for at least another week.

It's exhausting helping you rookie seafarers.

[children laugh]

[upbeat music]

[swooshing]

[chiming]

[solemn music]

[upbeat music]

? We're the pirates next door

- And the last one is Brent.

[Julia cheers]

- Yes!

[Ms. Green sneezes]

- So the prefect for the coming year

is Brent by a majority vote.

- I can't believe it.

Not him.

- Oh your election system's rubbish,

you land lubbers.

You just elected the biggest barnacle

of the class as your captain.

[Ms. Green sneezes]

- I think I may need to take something.

I feel a bit funny.

I'll be back in five minutes.

With your [mumbling] prefect.

[door closes]

[Brent snickers]

- Jules, Junior.

Come up here.

You can be my deputies.

[military music]

[Max whispering]

Got anything to say, Max?

Right, on one leg stand in the corner.

And Jordon, you just looked out the window.

Stand with your hands on your heads.

Alexia, write up I will not yawn in class

one hundred times.

- Huh?

- Hey, what's going on?

You're not going to listen to him, are you?

- I'm your new class prefect

so you'll listen to me

and do as I say.

- If you think I'm gonna do what you say,

you're a claw short of a lobster.

- Calm down, Jim.

He was elected which means we must do what he says.

That's democracy.

- Right.

Since Jim is so keen on being smarty pants--

[Bell rings]

we're all going to the playground

to do gymnastics.

[Jim moans]

[sniffling]

- Oh, come on girl.

[slurping]

Back to work.

[handle hitting the ground]

Oh dear.

It's simply not my day today.

[birds chirping]

- Oh, look Brent.

The door handle of-- [whistle blowing]

- Everyone down to the far end of the playground.

[military music]

- Oh!

[Brent snickers]

- Whoa, you stay here and keep watch at the door.

Make sure you stop Ms. Green from getting out.

- [Ms. Green] Why won't this confounded door open?

- Gather up on the double.

One, two, one, two, one, two.

- I asked Jordan, Elliot, and Lucy.

And none of them voted for him.

- How did he manage to get so many votes?

- I don't know,

but I smell a bilge rat.

- The toilet door is stuck.

And Ms. Green hasn't come back yet.

That's funny.

[girl whimpers]

- Unless our Brent locked her in deliberately.

- So that he'd be the only boss.

- Well, your democracy thing is weird.

Honestly, we pirates would never obey a cruddy captain.

- Oh, we would.

[whistle blowing]

- Now do ten laps, all of you.

And flap your arms around like wild birds.

It's good exercise.

[whistle blows]

- Find a way to distract him, will you?

I'll be back in a sec.

- Where are you going?

- To find proof.

- But Ms. Green.

- I'll take care of it.

[Max imitating airplane]

- Oh, look up there.

It's a whale.

- Huh?

[suspenseful music]

[Max gasps]

[paper rustling]

- Rummaging through the rubbish, are we?

- It was you that wrote Brent

on all the ballot slips.

They're all written with the same

blue felt pen.

- Well, spot it the monkey.

Shame though 'cause you won't be able

to tell anyone else.

[Jim groans]

[running footsteps]

[Jim grunts]

[Jim whistles]

- [Teacher] When you add up all the numbers,

we get a sum.

[door closes]

[footsteps]

- Matilda, you let your friend sneak

into the classroom without permission

so I sentence you.

- You won't sentence me to anything,

you cheater.

[students gasp]

- I don't think our friend Brent is a cheat.

Can I go to the toilet, please Brent?

- You'll go the toilet when I say you can.

[girl whimpers]

And I'll teach you to call the elected prefect

a cheat in front of the whole class council.

Julia, tell us how you caught Jim

in the classroom.

- [Nugget] Jim, why are you locked

inside the classroom?

Detention?

- It's a trick cooked up by

that biscuit weevil Brent.

Get me out of here, fast.

Nice work little sis.

Brent cheated in the election

but I'm not letting him get away with it.

[Jim laughs]

Let's get Grandpa in on it.

We have to stage a mutiny.

- I'll take care of it.

- And I'll take care of Brent.

[scribbling]

[Nugget shrieks]

[upbeat music]

[Grandpa snoring]

- Oh, you're attacking me in my sleep,

now are yee?

[parrot squawks]

- You've got mail, mail.

[Grandpa grunts]

[paper crumples]

- For the crimes for which you are guilty,

I sentence you and your accomplice to--

- Nothing at all you gallows bird.

Not only are you the worst captain in the world,

you cheated your way into power.

And I've got proof here in this bas--

[Jim thumping]

[basket rattling]

[kid laughs]

[Alexia and Max gasp]

- By the Crown of Neptune,

I don't understand a thing.

What are these little sea dogs trying to say here?

Did they forget their snacks?

- They need munitions.

- Well, that's what I was saying

you mutinous decor.

[objects crashing]

I've got enough provisions for a whole ship.

- [Mathilda] Why won't you let us

see the ballot papers

if you've got nothing to hide?

- He won't let us see them

because he cheated.

All the Brent ballot slips were written

by himself.

- Don't listen to him.

He hasn't got any proof.

- All those in favor of ousting this tyrant

with us.

- That's enough.

Seize these traitors at once.

- Mutiny!

[slapping]

- Huh?

[Alexia screaming]

[fish smacking the ground]

- Now I'm seeing flying sausages.

When I get out of here,

I'm taking a whole week off.

- Oh no, attack of the flying sausages.

Help, I'm really scared.

[fish slapping]

[fish slapping]

[Julia laughs]

- Thanks anyway, grandpa.

- Ah, loggery.

I just sent 'em enough food to stuff their faces

for a whole month.

What do we need with a loggery?

- Mutiny!

- Oh, a mutiny?

Big chiggers!

Aha, why didn't you say so right from the start?

[energetic music]

- Attack!

- Forwarding party.

- Uh oh, protect your prefect.

Here, gobble that up.

- I can't.

I've got a cavity.

[sword swooshing through the air]

This act of rebellion will be noted.

You, hurry up.

Get to it.

- They're destroying the proof.

- You, do something.

- Sorry.

- Huh?

- Ew.

- What on earth was that?

- One of grandpa's bed socks.

- Ripe cheese and barrels of rum.

[Grandpa laughs]

[Grandpa sniffing]

The famous recipe.

Those kids are a chip off the old block.

[parrot squawks]

- Lovely.

[dramatic music]

- Let Ms. Green out and tell her she's needed here.

[chewing]

- Here Jim, it's not totally piratey,

but it should do the trick.

[whirling]

[muffled speaking]

[Brent spitting up]

[Julia panting]

- I swear the square root of infinity

that I will cancel out this door for days over.

[Ms. Green karate calls]

Aha!

That's a negative for you door.

Oh, dear.

My little Julia.

Why are you lying on the ground?

[smacking]

[grunting]

- Ya, here's the proof

that the election was completely rigged.

Look at this.

Several of the Brent ballot slips

were written with the same blue pen.

- All right, all right.

So I cheated.

I destroyed the real ballot papers

and put my own ones instead.

So what?

It was for the best.

After all, you know I'm the best leader,

aren't I?

[students jeer]

- Brent's a cheater.

- You made fools of all of us.

Well now it's our turn to have a laugh.

- You best get better to walk the plank, traitor.

- [Principle] Nugget, what are you doing out there?

Get back to your classroom at once.

- Right in the middle of a mutiny.

- We won.

Now you're the leader.

What do we do?

- I'm good at fighting but forget about leading.

I haven't been elected.

You can be the boss.

- What is all this commotion?

What kind of class representative

lets his class get so out of hand?

I'm disappointed in you Brent.

- Actually, it's because Brent thought

it would be good to do an exercise

on the dangers of dictatorship.

He even suggested, we redo the election.

Isn't that right, Brent?

- Matilda, Matilda, Tim, Matilda, Matilda.

- [Ms. Green] Matilda wins the vote by a landslide.

[students cheer]

- So for my first action as prefect,

I move that we organize a big clean up

of the schoolyard all together.

Elliot, you're in charge of picking up the litter.

Lucy, you can sweep the--

[Mathilda shrieks]

- You can do it yourself, you tyrant.

I'm not taking orders from anyone.

- Three cheers for democracy, eh?

[upbeat music]

[swooshing]

[chiming]

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