Rumble in the Jumble Bear Behaving Badly

BEEPING

-Chill out, Mr Prank, we're going.

-Hurry up, will ya?

-Barney!

-Yes, mate?

-Snugglie Duckie Duck Duck.

-You've forgotten him?

-I'll go and get him. Wait here.

-Come on.

HUMS

-PEEP

-Hello, Mr Angry Pants.

REVS ENGINE

BLOWS RASPBERRY I'll get you for...ACHOO!

-SMASH!

-Oh, dear, oh, dear!

-Nev? Are you OK, mate?

-Too right, bro.

Oh, what a lucky little b-b-bear he is,

but look what he's done to your trike, Mr Barney, sir!

Not me.

These are specialist trike wheels.

It's going to cost a fortune to fix.

-£150 at least!

-Well, lucky he didn't touch my van.

-That would have cost him even more!

-Not me.

ACHOO!

I don't have time to argue about this. I am late for work.

I've only my bus fare. You'll have to stay home alone.

Snugglie Duckie Duck Duck?

I looked but I couldn't find him. You've got all day to look. My bus!

Got to go!

Bear... ACHOO!

Run!

-Phewie.

-Psst!

Get yourself down under. Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

That can go. That can go.

And go.

-Watch it, cobber!

-Snugglie Duckie Duck Duck. Help!

Aw, your duckie will turn up sooner or later. He always does.

Feel icky.

Bet you do, what with Angry Pants blaming you for Barney's trike.

I've been hearing him moan about it all morning.

Come and listen. ..This way, Nevie.

Word of advice, Postie, watch that blue bear.

He's trouble.

Not me!

No, I keep telling you, Mr Prank, Nev wouldn't harm anyone.

-Oh, no?

-Hm-mm.

Try telling Mr Barney that.

Sweet little Neville damaged his trike this morning -

crunch, crunch, crunch.

No, no, no, no, not me!

Old Angry Pants is plotting to turn everyone against you.

-Nev?

-Yeah.

-Damaged Barney's trike? No!

Yeah.

CRIES

Aw... Here you go, buddy.

I'll help you find duckie and sort the trike out too.

Good mates always stick together.

Love you, Crazy Keith.

Aw, shucks.

-Keith's stuff?

-I've boxed up all my stuff as part of a spring clean.

Me old bed, the patchwork blanket, even old sharkie.

It's all got to go up to Beatrice.

Now it's just me and the Squealers with that old boot as our bed.

Nevie, give us a hand.

Oh, my foot.

That's all the junk I have for you, Beatrice.

Thanks, but I didn't realize you'd give me so much to sell.

-Looks like everything you own.

-Too right, bro.

Well, crikes, yeah, it is nearly everything I own.

I've even given you...sharkie.

Well, remember your cuddly shark will raise good money at the sale.

-I am sure it will go to a lovely home.

-Sure. Yeah.

-I know.

-What, Nev?

Jumbly sale here, now please!

-No, jumble sales are about raising money for good causes.

-Barney.

-What about Barney?

-Hey, bonzer idea. We can sell this jumble ourselves

-and donate the cash to fix Barney's trike.

-Tip-top-aroo!

-I don't think that Barney's trike counts as a good cause.

-It does!

Yeah-yeah.

You go and blag more junk off the neighbours, I'll sort through this.

Beetroot, please!

Why am I thinking you've just talked me into this?

Yippee!

Wow, what a load of jumble!

You sure got the neighbours donating bonzer stuff.

This is going to be the best jumble sale ever.

Fun!

Well, old bed, I guess this is it, the end of our journey together.

You've been a good night-time friend to me.

And you, blanket, old pal,

I am going to miss you at night times.

I'll miss you all down in my empty lair.

-SNIFFS

-And I'd just like to say...

Watch it, cobber! I was having a moment there.

Sorry, Keith.

Right, last box of jumble donated from flat 11.

There are posters up all along the street.

I put a table in the hall for this and the doors open in half an hour.

-Are you two ready?

-Yeah-yeah.

-Keith?

-Yeah, Right.

Beatrice, one thing, what will you be asking for my old suitcase bed?

Er, about £2. It's a bit old and battered.

Exactly. Call it £1 and I'll take it.

You want to buy back your own suitcase?

-Yeah. I'll get you the cash later.

-Make sure you do.

-And, er,

no need to sell any of the stuff in my box there. I'll take the lot.

Everything?

-Sharkie! Sharkie!

-He's right. I'll even take him home too.

OK.

Oh, no, we're looking a bit short on stuff to sell.

-Nev, did you visit all the neighbours?

-No, no, no, no.

-Who did you miss out?

-Angry Pants.

-GROWLS

I'll go with you. Mr Prank's bound to have stuff to go on our table.

Love you, Beetroot.

Yeah, what do you want?

Hello, Bouncy Belly.

Nev and I are trying to raise money to repair Barney's trike.

We were wondering if Mr Prank, your uncle,

-would donate to our jumble sale.

-He's out.

-Oh. If you could just tell him we stopped by, that...

-Hang on.

-Do you sell anything?

-Yeah-yeah.

No, it depends on what it is.

French, maths, history, science, geography.

And some of Uncle's old books too.

You can have the lot. Bye.

Polite as ever(!)

What do you think of our jumble table?

-Groovy.

-Yeah. So, where are the customers?

It is a bit quiet. Maybe I'll put up some more posters.

Oh, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.

YAWNS

Tell me if you want me to read some of that to you, Nevie.

-Lookee!

-What is it?

-Secret.

-Oh, wow!

Little book.

It's a book all right, but that's no ordinary book.

It's a diary. I bet it's Angry Pants' secret diary.

Open it. We'll see.

No way, Jose.

It's going to be good. Let's read it!

Aw...

Secret diaries should never be read, even Mr Angry Pants'.

What?! Angry Pants' diary is too good to miss. Read it!

No, I say do not read the secret diary.

Do not!

Nev's not going to read it anyway. Keith will have to read it to him.

Come on, Nevie! Are we going to read the diary?

Now, please.

Wackadoo! I thought you'd never ask.

This is going to be dynamite!

Yeah-yeah.

Listen. "March 6th. Today I got the bear in big trouble with B."

Barney.

Yeah. Blah-blah-blah. Nev, I can't believe he's written all this down.

Do you remember the day you missed Barney's birthday party?

SCREAMS

It says, "Ha-ha-ha..."

My plan to make the bear look bad on Barney's birthday worked a treat.

For your birthday outfit to work, bear,

you must sit perfectly still whilst I tie the ribbon.

Yeah-yeah.

Mr Barney will be home any second now.

Ouch!

Bye-bye, birthday bear.

Try getting out of this.

Hello, Mr Barney, sir. MUFFLED CALLS FOR HELP

SWITCHES RADIO ON Happy birthday, from me to you.

-Thank you. Hey, where's Nev? He won't want to miss the party.

-Oh...

he's gone.

Where?

Er, Cleethorpes. A holiday. For a week.

But he'll miss my birthday.

I pointed that out to him, but oh, no, his fun comes first.

Can't scare me.

-So you didn't really go on holiday.

-No, no, no, no.

Wait till Barney hears the truth. Let's move to another entry.

Ah! Now. "April 3rd. Great day.

"The bear is gone for good.

"Boxed up and posted to the other side of the world.

"Hurrah! Hurrah! The bear has gone away."

-Does that ring any bells?

-Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

-WATER RUNNING, KNOCK AT DOOR

-Can you get that?

-It could be the morning post.

-OK, Barney.

HUMS

SNIFFS

Mmm, ice cream.

SLURPING

Gotcha!

Barney!

Barney!

There's no good shouting for Mr Barney while you're in there, bear.

Now, you won't get out of there until you reach Australia, bear.

-Oh, is this the special airmail delivery, Mr Prank?

-Oh, yes.

Very special and very urgent.

-OK.

-Please take that away for good, Postie.

EVIL LAUGHTER

-I bet the story didn't end there?

-Too right, bro.

"April 4th. Oh, misery me, the blue bear is back.

"Apparently even bears need a pet passport nowadays.

-"He's back home with Barney."

-Love Barney.

And it's about time Barney learned the truth.

Let's check the most recent entry. Where's today's?

Well, blow me!

It's about the accident Barney's trike had

with Mr Prank's ice-cream van.

CRASH!

According to this it wasn't an accident and it wasn't your fault.

-Listen.

-Oh, dear, oh, dear.

-"When Barney went back inside

"looking for the bear's duckie,

"which I had stolen earlier..."

Snugglie Duckie Duck Duck stolen!

"..my plan began.

"I put my foot down and drove back into the truck.

"Of course I blamed the bear."

The bear!

"Won't be long now before he's out of my hair for good.

"Oh, happy days. Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Naughty Pants.

You gotta show this to Barney. It's gold dust.

Angry Pants is in big trouble!

Snugglie Duckie Duck Duck.

Don't you worry. We'll get duckie back.

But not a word of this to Beatrice yet.

This is for Barney's eyes first.

OK, Keith.

I'm back, guys.

Soon we'll have crowds of customers coming along. Word is spreading.

What's this about a jumble sale? >

Later, guys.

Hello, Mr Angry Pants.

Who gave you two permission for a jumble sale?

It's taken me ages to rip down these posters you've have been putting up.

It's just to raise money for Nev's appeal fund.

Appeal! Well, if he's appealing for a one-way ticket to the North Pole

then I'll buy the lot.

Can't scare me!

-It's to repair Barney's trike.

-In that case,

you can clear this lot up and get out my corridor.

-You're blocking the entrance.

-Thanks for nothing!

-Nev's fundraiser'll be a disaster.

-Phhrrrt!

-Achoo!

Let's take our stuff into your flat

and spread word that the sale is still on.

What have you got there, bear?

-Nothing.

-Nev, run!

HE CHUCKLES

Oh! Ha-ha-ha!

Tip-top-aroo. Run!

CUCKOO CLOCK CHIMES

-No-one.

-It's only been a couple of hours

since we put the posters back up. Customers will turn up soon.

Hey! Tell me what that flashing thing's called again.

-It's my cashometer.

-I wouldn't like to stick that under my tongue.

Cashometer not thermometer. It doesn't measure your temperature,

-but how much money we need before we can get Barney's new trike.

-Yeah!

Let's just hope we get a chance to use it soon. Don't worry.

You're still sitting on a goldmine no matter what we sell.

-Yeah, yeah!

-KNOCK AT DOOR

Customer.

Where is he?

-He's got something of mine.

-Can I help you?

-Help? No.

Yes! I'm looking for a red book. My book, that idiot gave you.

-This was one that he gave us...

-That's it.

Let's have a look.

Where is it?

-What now?

-My diary.

Oh, there it is. Give it here, bear.

-Grrrr. Grrrrr.

-Oh, no, you don't.

Argh!

-MUFFLED:

-Barney! Barney!

-What's going on?

-Ach...

-Wow, is that for me?

-No! That's my diary and I want it back.

Nev, what are you doing with Mr Prank's diary?

Nothing.

Reading somebody's diary is a big no-no. You should know that.

-Sorry.

-It's not Nev's fault. Belter Boy gave it to us for our sale.

-Jumble sale?

-Yes, to raise money to mend your trike, right?

-Yeah, yeah.

-That's sweet.

Thank you but I need £150 to fix my trike

and it looks like trade's a bit slow.

Not any more. That will be £1 for this diary.

- £1 for my own diary! - It was given to the sale

so technically you owe me £1. No pay, no diary. Anyone else interested?

-Me! Me, me, me!

-OK, sold for £1.

Hang on a minute. I'll give you £1...

-£1.50.

-It looks like we've got ourselves a bidding war.

The money's going to roll in.

-HAMMER SQUEAKS

-OK.

The bids in aid of the trike fund are well under way for this lot -

Mr Prank's diary. I have £1.50,

can I hear £50?

-£50!

-£50 it is. Thanks.

-What?!

-60.

-70.

-60-40.

That's not even a number.

60 and 40 is £100, therefore, Nev, you are in the lead.

-Any more bids?

-What?

Going once, going twice, at £100, small man at the front.

Mr Prank's diary being sold for £100...

Wait. I bid £100 and... ..I haven't finished yet, bear.

-100 and...

-An old handkerchief?

-No.

- One hundred and... - A conker in a sock?

100 and...

Oh! Snugglie Duckie Duck Duck!

-Mine.

-Hey! That's Nev's duckie...

and we only accept money bids. No smelly laundry or anything else.

All right.

This situation requires my emergency cash supply.

I bid £150 exactly.

Huh!

There, £150.

Oh! HAMMER SQUEAKS

So there we have it.

Mr Prank's diary sold to Mr Prank for £150. Congratulations.

-I'll get you for this, bear. See if I don't.

-Phrrt!

"Today, I bought a new trike

"with the cash Nev raised for me at the jumble sale."

-"Angry Pants, grrrr.

-Nev and I took it out for a test run.

-"It was cool.

-Ride, ride, ride!

-"Barney loves Nev.

-Love you, Barney."

Are you finished?

-Yeah!

-Cool.

Right. Night-night, Nev.

Night, Barney.

Snugglie Duckie Duck Duck. Snugglie Duckie Duck Duck's lost!

No, it's OK. Sorry, that's my fault. I put him in a safe place for you.

-Give him a cuddle.

-Snugglie Duckie Duck Duck.

There you go. A perfect end to a perfect day.

-Night-night. Love you, Barney.

-Love you too.

Love you, Snugglie Duckie Duck Duck.