The Story of the Puffin's Treasure 64 Zoo Lane

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Hello! I'm Lucy.

I live at 64 Zoo Lane and I have some very special neighbours. Look!

# There's one with a hump And one who can jump

# And one who is a little bit plump

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# Some like it hot Some like it chilly

# Some like it both ways That's a bit silly

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# Some are friendly, some are scary

# But one thing is sure Not one is ordinary

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# Some are spotty, some are stripy

# They're prickly, woolly furry and slimy

# Some are quite big Some are very small

# And the last one's Georgina who's incredibly tall

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Bedtime, Lucy! >

OK, Mum.

GIRAFFE KNOCKS ON WINDOW

Wheeeee!

Hello, everybody!

ALL: Hi, Lucy!

I've got something to show you all.

MONKEYS: What is it? What is it?

Ta-da!

ALL: Ooh!

It's a seashell from the seashore.

-I've never been to the sea.

-Neither have we.

We should have a story about the seashore.

That's a great idea. Does anyone know one?

Er...

No, we don't.

Ah!

Er, no, sorry.

Oh, dear! So no-one knows a story about the seashore?

I do! SQUAWKING

My name is Gunner, and I have lived by the sea all of my life.

Now, is everybody ready for my story?

-ALL:

-Oh, yes!

HE SQUAWKS

One morning on Mossy Bay, the puffins were playing football.

Over 'ere, son!

Good tackle, Jamie!

HE LAUGHS

Oh, no! Our ball!

I'll fetch it...

Don't be foolish!

The sea is too rough, and you are just a young puffin.

Not strong enough to fly out there.

But do not worry, my puffin friends.

If you are patient, then the ball will return.

Silly Mr Moustache!

How can the ball come back on its own?

THEY LAUGH

It WILL return. Be patient.

Huh, the young ones... so much to learn.

Now, where was I? Ah, oui.

My thank you letter to Auntie.

She loves poetry, but I'm no poet!

Dear Auntie Louise, the weather here, it freeze... Oh.

No, no. Why is it so hard to find ze rhyme?

GUNNER: 'The next morning, the puffins woke up early

'and waddled down to the beach to find their ball.'

HE STRUGGLES

Nothing here.

Nothing in the rock pool.

SHE GASPS

A seashell!

Oh, it's really pretty!

Who left Sharon a present?

She must have a secret admirer!

Ha-ha-ha!

I wish they'd left her a ball instead...

GUNNER: 'The next day, there was still no sign of the ball.'

-Nothing.

-Hey...

Look! Another present!

We can make a seesaw!

'This time, it was Jamie who had been left a present.'

THEY CHATTER EXCITEDLY

THEY LAUGH

Who keeps leaving us this treasure on the beach?

We have to find out!

I know. Let's ask Gunner. He sees everything from up there.

Hey, Gunner! Someone keeps leaving us treasure on the beach

and we want to know who!

Can you help us, please?

'I flew up to take a look,

'but there was no-one to be seen across Mossy Bay

'and not a single footprint in the sand.

'It was a mystery.'

Hey! It's raining.

No, it's not! Look!

It's Thelma the Whale!

'The puffins asked Thelma if she knew anyone

'who might leave treasure on the beach.'

Oh, no, my dears, but I will keep my eyes open for you!

'Thelma sailed right round the island, but she didn't see anyone.

'There was no-one left to ask except...'

Hercule Moustache! He knows everything!

Yeah, but I won't be asking him.

-Nor me.

-He's far too grumpy.

So why don't we play a game to decide who asks?

ALL: OK!

We each pick a piece of seaweed.

The one who picks the shortest piece has to go and ask Mr Moustache.

Oh! Do I have to?

BELLS RING

Ahem?

'Hercule Moustache was still trying to write a poem.'

Thank you, Auntie, for the lovely muffin,

it was as light as a...

I will never think of a word to rhyme with muffin!

Mr Moustache...

A-ha! Puffin!

The muffin as light as a puffin!

Come closer, little puffin, how may I help you?

'Jamie told Hercule all about the treasure on the beach.'

I know exactly how we can solve this mystery of yours, my little friend.

It's a clear night.

You will surely see who leaves the treasure on the beach,

but you must stay awake!

I know, let's sing a song!

# We go puffin' here

# We go puffin' there

# Here a-puffin', there a-puffin' Everywhere-a-puff-puff-puffin'... #

-Sing along, Mr Moustache!

-Ah, oui...

# Here a-puffin', there a-puffin' Everywhere-a-puff-puff-puffin'

# Puff-puff-puff-puff-puffin'

# Puffin-do, puffin-do

# Give me the moonlight Give me the fish... #

The little ones are too tired to stay awake!

-Oh!

-It is time to see who brings the treasure to Mossy Bay.

But there's nobody there.

Our football! That's our football!

THEY CHEER

But I don't understand. How has it come back?

The tide has brought your football back

and all the other treasures.

What is the tide, Mr Moustache?

The sea and her mysterious ways.

Every day, the tide goes in,

and every day, the tide goes out!

Sometimes, waves collect things from the beach.

Ooh! Like our ball!

Mais oui! And sometimes, they leave things behind.

Like the seashell and the piece of wood.

-Exactly.

-Let's play!

THEY LAUGH

He-he-he! I said your ball would come back if you were...

Ow!

..patient.

See you later, little friends!

THEY LAUGH AND CHATTER

And that, landlubbers, is the end of my seashore story.

Thank you very much, Gunner. That was lovely.

I wish WE lived by the beach.

Yes! We could go exploring for treasure.

Ah, but you're lucky. You've got the best treasure of all.

-BOTH:

-What's that?

I know! We're lucky, because we have lots and lots of stories.

Exactly, Molly.

But it's too late for any more stories tonight, Lucy.

SHE YAWNS

Good night, everyone.

-ALL:

-Good night, Lucy!

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