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Bedtime, Lucy! >
-ALL: Hi, Lucy!
Why is Nelson facing the wrong way?
-Because he's in a grumpy mood.
-No, I'm not!
Nelson wanted to tell you a story, but we said he couldn't.
-It's got football in it, and we told him you don't like football.
-I don't mind football.
Well, in that case, if Nelson still wants to tell his story...
I'd like to hear your story.
-Are you sure?
Don't be such an old sulky-trunk!
-Come on, Nelson!
-Very well, then.
-If we're all agreed...
This is the story of the puffins from Mossy Bay.
'It was a lovely morning in Mossy Bay,
'and, for once, Hercule Moustache was feeling happy.'
-Ah, on a day like today, Hercule,
there is no more a perfect spot than Mossy Beach.
< EXCITED VOICES
What is this?!
Who's got the ball?
To me! To me!
No ball games on the island! Can you not read?!
They take no notice.
-What will we do now?
I'll ask for it back.
'Sharon was very brave.
'Everyone knew how grumpy Hercule Moustache could be.'
Oui? Can I help you?
We're very sorry, Mr...sir. Can we have our ball back, please?
-Is this your ball?
-The one that struck me on the head?
-It was an accident!
Oh, an accident(?)
Like the noise you make outside of my house?
Like disturbing all the neighbourhood and then, boof!
You kick the ball against my head in my own garden!
-I will keep the ball for now.
Is it always the same? There goes the noise and the ball on the head.
'The puffins were feeling sad.
'How could they play without their ball?
'Then Jamie spotted Thelma the whale.'
Thelma's got a ball.
ALL: Can we borrow your ball, please?
Thanks! We'll look after it!
On my head!
And he's through on goal. He must score.
-Oh, well done, Thomas(!)
It wasn't me! It was the rock!
We'll need to get it back. We promised Thelma we'd look after it.
Someone will have to go into Hercule's cave.
You're the quickest. You'll be in and out without him knowing.
You have to do it.
We'll let you play up front.
ALL: Good boy! Go, Jamie!
That is not your ball and THIS is private property!
-Follow me, little puffin.
What are all these for, Mr Moustache?
They are prizes for football -
the game you have been trying to play with very little success.
YOU played football?!
Don't sound so amazed. I was the best guardian of the goals around.
Guardian of the goals?
Goalkeeper! I was a goalkeeper!
-I'm a centre-forward.
-You are hopeless.
You never pass the ball. You need someone to train your terrible team!
Who would train us?
I am now retired, of course, and very busy,
-I don't think we really...
You would like your ball back?!
I don't suppose you'd like to be our new trainer?
'But Hercule was a very tough trainer.'
No, no, no! We are not having ze picnic!
We are training!
..61, 62, 63.
I thought we were playing football.
I'm the trainer here! Keep jumping!
This is crazy.
'Hercule was delighted. His plan was working.'
Today, we play our first football match.
ALL: Great! That's cool!
Where's the other team?
It's Jack Big-Claw!
The Rockpool Crabs - they're really good.
I am sure that we will lose the game by many goals,
but we have to start somewhere.
Good luck to you all!
'The puffins were determined to win, just to prove Hercule wrong.'
OK. Let's go. Jamie, you play centre-forward.
Not like that! What did I tell you?!
Mark, please, at the back!
Midfield, you have to run!
Remember what Hercule tell you! No! That's terrible!
We'll have to win or he'll make us train forever.
One minute left!
No! No! The other way!
Fantastique! Just like I taught the little fellow. I mean, not bad.
What did you think, Mr Moustache?
I always knew you will win the game.
-Celebrate?! There is something to celebrate?!
-We won the game.
-By only one goal!
Against a team of crabs! Boof!
One goal! That's because you are not fit yet.
We will train all night and then all day and all night...
That WAS a nice story, Nelson. I'd like to meet Hercule Moustache.
Maybe he'll come for a visit. But now it's getting late.
I know! Time for bed! Goodnight, everyone!
ALL: Goodnight, Lucy!