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TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS
TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS
Do you think Bob's back yet?
It's AGES since we've seen him, isn't it, Dizzy?
-Yeah. I can't wait to tell him what we've done.
-I'll sing my new song.
BOB! BOB! WE'RE BACK!
-BOTH: Hello, everyone.
-Bobby! Hello, son.
-THEY ALL TALK AT ONCE
-Well, well, haven't you grown?!
-Dad! I stopped growing years ago.
I wasn't expecting you till summer.
I know, I had free time. I wrote to tell you.
See? Here's the letter.
Oh! Might have helped to post it!
Never mind, Dad. It's great to see you.
-Great to see you, Bob's Dad.
-Come on, let's go and have tea and catch up.
-Good idea, son.
-Wendy's on a job with Lofty. I'll ring.
But I thought, now you're retired, you liked pottering in the garden,
-doing odd jobs.
-I do, Bobby.
But I get fed up not having anything to get stuck into.
Well, it sounds like you need a nice little project to keep you busy.
-PHONE RINGS Oh! I'll just get that.
No, you sit down. I'll go.
-You don't have to do that, Dad.
-Gives me something to do.
Hello, Bob's Building Yard.
Oh! Of course we're interested.
-Better come straight over.
No problem. See you soon. Goodbye.
-Who was that?
-Dr Mont-Something from the heritage wotsit.
-Wants to talk to us about a castle.
Yes. Sounds VERY interesting. I've brought presents for the team.
Dad! Hang on a min... Oh.
What does he mean, "talk to us about a castle"?
Come-uppity, uppity, uppity. Up, down!
Oh, great! Slimy! Slimy!
-Oh, I can't wait. What am I going to get?
-Wow! What's next?
Now, I hope you haven't got this tape, Dizzy.
-They told me it was just out.
-Lenny Lazenby's new album!
Oh, brilliant! Thank you!
My pleasure, Dizzy. And this is for you, Roley.
Oh, great! Thanks, Bob's Dad. Um...what is it?
You're going to love this!
-Now, back up.
THEY ALL LAUGH
Did you hear that? That's naughty!
Do it again! Please!
-Just a minute, you two. Let me give Scoop his present first.
-Fantastic! Thanks, Bob's Dad.
-To me! To me!
-Here we go. Catch!
OK, I'm ready.
-Oh, what control!
Oh, I say!
-I'm really sorry. I didn't see you there.
-Are you OK?
-Oh, I'm fine. Really, I'm fine. I've forgotten already.
Sorry, love. Boys will be boys.
I'm Dr Mountfitchett from Local Heritage.
-Are you Bob The Builder?
-Bob's the name, building's the game.
-Oh, sorry, my manners. This is my son, Bobby.
He's a builder. Taught him myself.
-This is Wendy, our partner.
-Hello, Dr Mountfitchett.
-And the rest of the team -
-Lofty and Dizzy.
-HELLO, DR MOUNTFITCHETT!
What an impressive team, Bob.
Aren't they?! Better get down to business.
-Let's go through to the office. Follow me.
-She thinks your dad's Bob The Builder, not you.
-I know, Wendy.
She'll soon realise.
-I'll just clear a space...
-Come on, Pilchard. You have to move.
Oh, poor little baby was having a nice sleepy-weepy, weren't you?
-Aren't you a pretty little pussy cat?
-I'll take these, shall I?
-She's a beauty! Look, Bobby.
That's the gatehouse and portcullis. They're in a good state.
And look how thick those walls are.
Yes. To keep out marauding enemies.
Oh! What battles this castle will have seen.
-Archers raining arrows on invaders.
-Prisoners thrown deep in dungeons.
Dungeons! Wow! I can't wait to see them.
Ah. Unfortunately the entrance to the dungeons was lost
-when the keep got destroyed in the last century.
-Such a shame.
-There's lots to help your father with.
-That's right. Plenty to do.
-Everywhere needs to be safe for the public.
-Walkways, barriers, floodlights and things.
-Course. Safety first.
-They sing your praises at Local Heritage, Bob.
-Say something, Bob,
-or she'll give this job to your dad!
-Don't worry, Wendy. He'll tell her.
-Can you fix it?
-Yes, I can. Don't worry. The job's as good as done.
-Look! There it is.
-That's something, isn't it, Bobby?
-Yes, it is.
-Phew! There's a lot to do.
-Fancy me getting a big job like this for us.
-You said I need a project.
-There's nothing little about a castle.
It's a challenge, son. Come on, team.
-Come on, Muck. Let's go have a look.
Can't catch me! Rock'n'roll!
Last one to the castle's a... Whoa!
-Hold on, you lot. We need to build a bridge first.
Where's the old one gone?
Well, the original drawbridge rotted away a long time ago.
-Who's dug this big ditch?
-Yeah. It makes it hard to get to the castle.
Yes, that was the whole point.
This ditch is a moat. It held water in the olden days.
-Oh, that's clever...isn't it?
Well, team, we'd better start. Muck, get the wood for the bridge.
-On my way, Bob's Dad.
-We need to order it first.
-And measure up.
Good point. Contact the suppliers.
Did people REALLY live here?
-I mean, there's no roof or anything.
-Yes. What's this over here?
Ah! You found a flanking tower.
OK. Here it is. Let's get this measured, Wendy.
-Are you holding that tight enough?
-I think so, Dad.
-That's it, Wendy. I'll ring JJ and orde...
-Oak, son. Oak.
-Yes, I know.
-What sort of people lived here, then?
The bravest of whom are called knights.
One of the most famous was Sir Lancelot.
-That's a funny name. What did he do?
-Well, he went on a quest.
Yes. Sir Lancelot went to find a magical cup called the Holy Grail.
I want to go on a quest!
Fear not, my liege.
For I, Sir Lancelot, will find the Grail.
Be it that I may meet fiery dragons
-and mighty warriors on my quest.
Cool! Did he find it?
No. But he did his best and he set out from Castle Camelot
with his lance...like this.
Is that why he's called Sir Lancelot?
Cos he used his lance a lot?!
That's very funny, Roley. Perhaps you're right. You never know.
Yeah? Well, that makes me Sir Rollalot then!
And I like to dig. I'm Sir Digalot.
-Yeah! And I'm Lady Mixalot.
-Oh, um...what can
Ah! What about...
Oh, yeah! I like that.
-I think you'll find he's called Sir Dumpalot now.
Yeah. And I'm going on a quest!
You're right. Go to JJ's and get the oak.
Hey! I've got a quest! I've got a quest!
God speed, fair sir. Be brave.
-I bid you farewell.
Sir Dumpalot to the rescue!
Greetings, fair Spud. No time to stop. I am on a quest.
-I am Sir Dumpalot and I seek the Holy Oak.
-What are you on about?
-We're building a bridge at that ruined castle.
-The pile of stones?
-It's a castle?
-Wow! Time Spud went and had a look.
Verily, I bid thee farewell, Sir Spuddy.
Stand aside, wall.
All right, Sir Digalot. Get rid of the rubble and take it to the dump.
No probs, Bob's Dad!
Don't forget. Whatever you do,
you mustn't dump the old stonework in the moat.
-But Bob's Dad just told me...
-That's OK, Scoop.
Dad's going to use the old masonry for repair work. Aren't you, Dad?
That's right. It'll match a treat.
-I imagine you're learning a lot being his assistant?
Anyway, I have a mountain of work to do.
-I'll see you all tomorrow!
I've made a list of all the jobs we need to do.
-Do you want to check it?
-On my way!
-Dad! Are you all right?
-Never better, son.
Oh! This place is great!
# I'm the king of the castle And not a dirty rascal. #
Hello, Bob's Dad. What are you doing?
-Afternoon, Spud. I was...checking the moat.
-Really? Can I help?
Thanks, but we have all the help... I mean,
yes, Spud. I'm sure Dad could really use
a helpful assistant like you.
-Spud's on the job!
-Interested in castles, are you, Spud?
-Oh, yes, yes, yes-ity, yes!
-Well, I'm sure Dad will show you around.
If I do that, who'll be in charge?
Where are the dungeons? I want the dungeons!
Bob, why does your dad think he's in charge?
Yeah. He's being Sir Bossalot.
It's a long story, Scoop. Well, Dad's a dad.
He's used to being a boss with me. He forgets I'm grown-up.
Well, if we give him little jobs, everything will be fine.
Ta-da! Ta-da! Sir Dumpalot has returned!
Well done, Muck!
OK, everyone. Time to start on the bridge.
Can we build it?
-YES WE CAN!
Get it? CAN A LOT! It's like Camelot.
Yeah! We're the Knights of Can-a-lot!
IN THE DISTANCE: Come on, Knights of Can-a-lot!
That's the portcullis. Once it's raised,
-the knights would ride out and do battle.
-You mean fight, and stuff?
-Yes. They galloped at each other.
And tried to knock each other off with poles. It's called jousting.
Sounds brilliant! I bet if I'd been around in the olden days,
I'd have been a champion jouster, I would.
Sir Spudalot, the super jouster strikes again!
I know, I'll get myself a horse and some armour and...
-What else do I need to be a knight?
-Sorry, I've work to do.
But I need to know more to be a knight.
Well, if you went to the library they'd help you with armour.
That will be Sir Spudalot's quest.
Hmm? I'm sure I could get this working again.
Probably just needs a little oil and a bit of, um...yes.
-Where are you going?
-Whoa! ..To the library.
Library! What about helping Dad?
-I am! He wants me to go there.
-Oh. Does he?
Oh, dear. You know what that means, Bob.
Yep! Dad's on the loose again.
-SHOP BELL RINGS
-Easy there, fella. Whoa!
I expect they'll lend me some armour in the library.
That's what they do in libraries - lend people stuff. Clippity-clop.
Not you, doggy! Horsey!
Books, books and more books.
No sign of any armour.
Sorry. So sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, but can I help?
Are you looking for something in particular?
Ah. I'm looking for armour. Knights of old and stuff.
Oh, most interesting subject, but do you think...? It's a rule to keep...
-Why's that, then?
Sorry. So sorry. ..Because there are people here trying to read.
Well, they've come to the right place. You can't move for books!
I bet this portcullis hasn't been lowered in years.
Well, we'll soon see to that.
-Dad? Where are you? Are you all right?
Bit of an accident. I was looking at the portcullis machinery...
Don't worry, we'll soon have you down. ..Lofty!
-Over here! We need to rescue my dad.
-Sir Liftalot to the rescue!
One, two, three...
That's it, Sir Liftalot. Pull!
-Oh! Your hat!
-That's it, Wendy. Pull harder.
-Take the strain.
-Are you all right, Dad?
-Yes, son. Fine. It works now I've fixed it.
Right. What's next, Wendy?
-Are you sure you're...?
Hello? Bob The Builder?
Yes, this is Bob The Builder.
Oh, the other one. Hang on.
-It's for you, Dad.
Hello, Bob The Builder.
Oh, dear, Bob.
-We need to give your dad a job he can't get into trouble with.
He could have hurt himself.
Hmm. What about the maze?
-Nothing could happen in there.
-Good idea, Wendy. I'll speak to him.
Hello, there. Good boy.
This would be a great place for a game of hide-and-seek.
Oh, I'll go this way.
Here we are. This is our medieval history section.
I'm sure you'll... Hello?
-Sorry. So sorry.
-As I was saying, the medieval section...
-Where's the armour?
Well, in here.
Oh, yes. Look. There.
A knight of old astride his fiery charger.
-Well, that's not real armour. It's just pictures!
Shush! I'm going to be a famous jouster.
-I can't joust without armour. I might get hurt.
-Oh, dear. I see.
Where did knights get their armour from?
Um...well, I think they had it made for them.
Brilliant! Spud'll make his own.
-Wait a minute. I need to stamp the book.
-Quiet! People are trying to read in here.
I LIKE doing the stamping!
Oh, for goodness' sake!
It was Dr Mount-Wotsit. I told her how well we were doing.
Right, Bobby. Help me get the walls shored up. Wendy can do the maze.
Oh, um...actually, could you look at the maze?
But the walls. It's a big job.
Yes, I know. So is the maze.
You're great with hedge trimmers, as I remember.
Oh, you're not wrong there, Bobby.
-You're right, Wendy. There is a lot to do.
BOB THE BUILDER MUSIC PLAYS
Right! The mix is ready, Wendy!
Oh, thank you, Dizzy.
Right. Over there.
Ha! Look out, rubbish! You're going to the dump with me.
BOB'S DAD HUMS A CHEERFUL TUNE
-Cup of tea, Bob?
-Oh, yes, please, Wendy! Thirsty work, this.
Well, everything seems to be going smoothly now your dad's busy.
Like you said, he can't get into much trouble in the maze, can he?
Oh, dear! Spoke too soon.
Help! I'm stuck in the maze!
Bobby! Can you hear me? He-elp!
-Dad? Where are you?
-I dunno! I'm lost, I can't get out.
I'll get Lofty to lift me up so I can see where you are!
-Lofty! Can you bring my safety harness, please?
-Thanks. What d'you think of my hedges?
-Very nice, Dad!
I haven't lost my touch, have I?
Sir Liftalot to the rescue! Um, again.
-Dad's lost in the maze. Can you lift me up so I can see him?
Over here, son.
Right, Dad, walk towards me and take the first left!
-Got you, Bobby.
-No, Dad! Left! Left! YOUR left! ..That's it.
Now right. And right again here.
OK, now just keep going straight ahead.
Oh, Bob! This could take some time, I think.
That's it, Dad. Keep going.
Thanks! It's a maze of pathways in there! They all look the same!
I think it's time we went home.
-Good idea. ..OK, everyone! Time to call it a day!
-Can you get the phone, please, Dad?
No problem! ..Hello?
Oh, hello! ..Ha-ha-ha! I'm having such a great time!
I can't wait for you to see the castle.
I hope you aren't working too hard. You mustn't lift anything heavy.
Yes, but I have to stay for a few weeks.
You ARE eating properly, aren't you? Not just sandwiches?
-And wearing thick socks?
-Yes. Bobby won't get the job done without me.
-Of course not.
-Say hi to Mum for me.
-Bobby sends his love.
-All right, dear. Night-night.
Um, Dad...I think we need to have a little chat.
Oh. Right you are, Bobby.
I don't quite know how to put this, Dad.
It's lovely to see you. You're always welcome.
Well, it's...just that...
I'd be able to get on with the job a bit better if you weren't...
you know...taking charge so much.
Tomorrow, you'll have to let ME be in charge and get on with things...
HAMMERING AND CLANGING
# Da-da-da-da! #
Look out, brave knight! Make way for Sir Spudalot!
Now all I need is a fiery charger.
Lead on, Sir Skipalot! Really exciting, innit?
-Right on time!
-Hello, my love!
-You've made remarkable progress.
-We'll get more done today!
-Can I have a look at the list?
-Oh, er... Yes, I suppose so.
Wendy, you and Dizzy can finish the mortaring.
-Roley, flatten the turf...
Don't worry, Bobby, I haven't forgotten you.
-Clear the overgrown bushes.
-I'll help you.
Thanks, Dad. Oh...
Do not mess with me, Sir Lamb,
for I am Sir Spudalot astride my fiery charger.
That's my fiery charger! ..Oh.
I'm gonna have to find something better than this!
Dad, this just isn't working! You can't keep taking over everything.
You've got to let ME be in charge!
How can I tell him without hurting his feelings?
-Dr Thingummy's very impressed with the portcullis.
-What? Oh. Really?
I'll show her the plans for the visitor centre. Where are they?
In my lunchbox.
Those were MY ideas.
Oh! Bother! That's it! I've had enough!
I'm going to tell him... What's this?
A door! I wonder if Dr Mountfitchett knows about this!
If I don't find my fiery charger soon, I'll never get to practise!
Moo! > Ah-ha!
Nice cow! How would you like...?
Spud the super jouster
and his fiery charger...
Soon have it open.
Oh! Do you know what this is?
-I've dreamed of a moment like this since I was a girl!
-Let's take a look. After you.
-I'm right behind you.
-It's a bit dark.
-I'll get some torches.
Oh, the scenes of drama that must have unfolded down here.
These walls just shriek history!
-Here's your father with the torches.
Now, whatever you do, don't shut the...door.
Sorry, son. Force of habit.
It's all right. You didn't know there was no handle on this side.
Goodness me! It's huge down here!
There's doors. This could be a way out.
-Oh, dear. Looks like we're a bit stuck.
-But it IS exciting!
Just think, we can convert these rooms into a cafe...
or a conference room,
or even a waxwork museum. I can't WAIT to tell Local Heritage!
-Look... could you stop calling me Bobby?
Sorry, son. I didn't realise it bothered you. You should have said.
It's not just that, Dad... Oh! How can I say this?!
-You keep taking over the job!
-But I thought it was what you wanted.
I thought you were enjoying it
and I didn't want to hurt your feelings.
I AM enjoying it, but I was feeling a bit out of my depth.
But you took charge from the start
and let Dr Mountfitchett think YOU were Bob The Builder.
Seems to be a misunderstanding.
-Just which one of you IS Bob The Builder?
I'm sorry, Bobby...Bob. I didn't mean to take charge.
Old habits die hard, I suppose.
It's OK, Dad. Anyway, it's both our faults.
-We need to be honest with each other from now on.
-It's a deal!
-Oh, it's just like in a film!
-We'd better think about how we're going to get out!
-I'll ring Wendy on my mobile.
Oh! It's no use. There's no signal.
The walls are too thick. What shall we do now?
-I don't know. You're the boss.
-Right...you have a look down that passageway.
-On my way.
-I'll bang on the door and see if someone hears us.
-I'll come too.
Oh, no. We're never going to get out...
Agh! Oh, dear! Now what have I done?
Bob's going to be mad with... Wow!
-Hello! Is anybody there?
-We're behind the door!
-It's no use.
-I think the door's too thick.
-Better see where Dad's got to.
Oh, yes! And in one bound, he was...
stuck in the rotten maze! Again!
Where IS everybody?
Dad? Dad! Where are you?
Strange. It's a dead end.
Your father's vanished into thin air!
-Of course he hasn't! We must have passed him. Let's go back.
It's only a little spider!
-There, now, come along.
-Sends shivers down one's spine.
Oh! Can't I get anything right?
Dad? Dad, where are you?
-Right here, son!
-How wonderfully spooky.
But how...? How did you get there?!
Son, you won't believe it. I leant against a wall and it spun around.
-I found this staircase...
-It could only happen to you, Dad!
That led to the maze and... You're not gonna like this, Bob.
-Oh, no! What's happened?
-I had to think quick.
-What have you done?
Oh, er... Come on, then. You're bound to find out sooner or later.
Look at that! Look what he's done!
Bob's not gonna like it.
-I know. I've let you down.
-I'm really sorry.
It's wonderful! Just look! There's a knight in shining armour!
-Oh, yeah! So there is!
-That's Sir Clipped-a-lot!
But Dr Mountfitchett, the maze, it's... It isn't a maze any more!
No, but this is so MUCH better! Don't you see?
With a little work,
this will be the most magnificent example of topiary ever seen!
It's when you trim a tree, or a bush, into a special shape.
-I'd better get clipping again!
-We need the hedges shaped like kings!
And queens! And damsels in distress!
And an archer with a bow and arrow!
And jesters and, um... Have we left anything out?
Oh, joyful! It's a medieval celebration!
D'you know, Bob?
You've given me a wonderful idea for the grand opening!
Oh, wonderful! Wonderful, wonderful wonderful!
-Well done, everyone!
-I'm proud of you, son.
-Things went much better after we had our chat.
-And I backed off.
-I couldn't have done it without you, Dad.
-Let's go home and ring your mother.
-I can't wait to see her!
- What castle lies on yonder hill? - 'Tis Can-a-lot!
I speaketh in, er, a differenteth languageth. I can't do it!
Hey! Look at that bird! It's beautiful! CAWING
Let's follow it! Rock'n'roll it!
LAUGHTER AND CHEERING
Will you be entering the joust tonight,
or are you gonna BRANCH out into swordplay?! ..Oh! Better go!
Oh, no! The portcullis is down! How are we gonna get in?!
-Halt! Who goes there?
-We are the knights of Can-a-lot!
Raise the portcullis!
It's so lovely of you to join me in this magnificent climax!
DO join in in all the revelries. It's SUCH fun!
Allez-oop! Here we go!
-Hello, Farmer Pickles!
Get your gingerbread here!
Come along, then, Farmer Pickles. Try my gingerbread.
-It's all made by my fair hand.
Oh, I say!
What an absolute beauty!
-There's so much going on!
-Let's go through, Bob.
-Oh! This is wonderful!
-I'm so glad you could be here, Mum!
I wouldn't have missed it for the world!
Doesn't it all look lovely? I'm SO proud of my boys!
It was teamwork. You can't beat it!
Bob, we'll have to line up another project.
-We'll get back to you on that one! ..Won't we, Wendy?
-I hope you haven't made a nuisance of yourself.
-It's been great.
-And they both learned something about each other.
Anything to do with who's in charge?
You know us too well, Mum!
Why! Don't you all look splendid?! Dorothy, how lovely to see you!
Friar Bentley, I presume. This is Lady Barbara.
Very nice to meet you. And you.
Roll up! Get your medieval pizzas here!
I'm not sure they had pizzas back then. Maybe they did.
See the medieval juggler...juggle!
It's not easy, this!
Oh, that's very clever!
- Keep practising, dear. - Never mind. Keep at it.
# Fair maidens sigh As the knights ride by
-# Their flags held...HIGH... #
-Goodness! Whatever's that?
She can shatter a glass at 50 paces.
-# Dum-diddle-dum de-dum-de-dum... #
# ..Dum-diddle-um diddle-um... # Look out! Here comes Sir Spudalo-ot!
Sir Spudalot's on the job!
Spud, you're such a nana!
Bob! Robert! Over here!
Come on, you two!
You can be the crowning glory of our medieval pageant!
Which one of you will be the king?
Oh, um, you be the king, Dad.
-No, YOU'D make a better king.
-No, YOU would.
Come on, make your minds up.
OK, then, I'LL be king.
Like father, like son!
I must take a picture! Oh, do, yes.
Bob looks so silly!
I, King Bob of Can-a-lot, knight thee. Arise, Sir Dad-a-lot!
Long live the king!
Long live the king! Hurray!
Oh, wonderful. Glorious! It's wonderful.
Subtitles by Laura Jones and Mary Easton BBC Broadcast - 2004
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