Save Our Station Dani's Castle

At number 3, we have live wasps.

Number 2, the contents of your dad's underwear drawer.

And number 1, bogies and hair.

Our top ten things that you never want in a sandwich.

Nasty.

-Laters, Bogmoor.

-Yeah!

-Another scorcher, boys.

-What a team!

Rich! Rich!

-In your own time, bruv.

-Someone at the door wants to see you.

He says it's really, really, really important.

Good morning. Gill McGonnigal.

Gill McGonnigal.

-Gill McGonnigal.

-That's some serious bling!

-You a rapper now?

-No. He's the Mayor of Bogmoor.

Correct! I've come to give you this. It's about your radio station.

A prize for being the best radio station in Bogmoor?

-We're the only radio station in Bogmoor.

-Automatic win. K-pow!

-They want to take Bogmoor FM off air.

-What?

-K-pow!

-Worst prize ever.

You've broken the terms of your radio licence.

-It clearly states "no overnight broadcasts".

-Gabe!

What if we promise no more overnight broadcasts?

Promise what you like. Your station doesn't fit Bogmoor's image.

-What image?

-Bogmoor is a place of tradition.

We like things the old-fashioned way.

-Also known as the boring way!

-You might like noisy modern music.

With your hippin' and your hoppin'.

Bogmoor was a peaceful community before you lot started up.

Listen, mate, who are you to push us around? Who am I?

I am the Mayor of Bogmoor.

Mate!

GABE: Without the radio station,

the ghost community would miss my jaunty harmonium tunes.

I've heard your tunes. Maybe it's not all bad that we're closing down.

-Gabe, I was only joking. Sorry.

-I guess this is it, then.

-Goodbye, Bogmoor FM.

-It was fun whilst it lasted.

This is bizarre.

-We can't give up and let them take us off air.

-It's too late, isn't it?

No. We need to do something. We need to fight fire...with fire.

Don't you think we should fight fire with water?

It would just make even more fire.

We need to get in touch with all the DJs, let them know what's going on.

-Like a campaign?

-Exactly.

We are going to war.

Jimmy, me and you are going to phone every single radio station.

Let them know what's going on. Kait, Gabe, round up Esme and Dylan.

I need banners. I need fliers. I need T-shirts.

I want everybody to know what's going on, including our listeners.

I want the whole world to know >

what them miserable, old Bogmoor duffers are trying to do.

They may wave letters in our faces, but they'll never,

ever take away our radio.

Yeah! Wooo!

CLATTERING

-FEEBLY:

-Meant that.

-Diego, they're shutting down the radio station.

-Ah!

-Peace at last!

-No. Music brings this place alive.

-It depends what music.

-You only like boring old-fashioned tunes.

-Oi!

I can get down with the... with the modern, modern sounds.

-Prove it.

-All right.

BACKING TRACK Yo! Name's Diego!

You think I'm old-fashioned, though. Totally hip, though.

Well, you're wrong, though.

Hippety-sho-flo! Mamma go!

Never do that again.

-We're massive fans of Swagger FM.

-Could you give us a shout out?

I was well-impressed with the show sample you sent over.

-So you'll help our campaign?

-Nope.

But maybe your station shutting down was meant to happen.

It's time you two worked at a big city radio network.

We've had a slot open up you would be perfect for.

-You're offering us a job?

-Look, I need to talk to my people.

See what we can do. What do you say, guys?

-What do you think?

-Cool!

And what do you think of mine?

"Help save Bogmoor FM."

"Because it is really good and we've worked hard to make it happen.

-"We're proud of what we've achieved and want to carry on."

-Yes!

A bit wordy. Can't think of something snappier?

-What about "Help!"?

-Perfect.

How do we look?

Really uncomfortable.

-How did it go?

-Tell them.

-Did you get the word out?

-Are we going to be on Radio 1?

-Did you call Lizard FM?

-No...

-We've just been offered the chance of a job at Swagger FM.

THE Swagger FM.

So, you tried to get radio stations interested

in our campaign to support Bogmoor FM, but instead...

We got offered a job! Every cloud has a golden lining.

That's "silver lining". This cloud's got a lining of horse manure.

You're unbelievable.

Kait, wait.

Kait!

How could you turn your back on me? I mean, us?

-I thought you wanted to save the station.

-Is there a station to save?

If you get the job, what happens to me and my reptiles?

You'll go back to Mum and Dad, bruv.

He can't. He's my best friend.

Who's going to look after the castle?

-I guess we'll have to sell it.

-Ching, ching, ching, ching!

This day gets better and better.

New human owners? What if they don't like ghosts?

Dani owns a share, too. She won't let you sell it.

I cannot believe you'd abandon us for the chance of fame and fortune.

-Sometimes things happen for a reason, right?

-For a reason?

We'll speak to Dani later. She'll talk sense into you.

Come on, Dylan.

Penny for them.

We've lived here so long, Esme. So many memories.

Remember when Auntie Marjorie rode her donkey round the ballroom?

She claimed it was a thoroughbred stallion.

It only had three legs.

Poor old Tripod.

If everything changes around here,

I'm not sure I'd want to stay.

Gabe, wait. Are you thinking about crossing over to the other side?

There's no coming back. We've had a good run, Esme.

I love it here. It's been better than ever since Dylan came.

Everything has its time, sister. Even us.

First Dani leaves. Then Rich, Jimmy and Dylan. I mean...

No. I refuse to accept that this is it.

Please, talk to Dani.

If there's anyone who can change your mind, it's her.

I can't fly back, guys. I've got to finish this movie.

I'm playing a gamekeeper tracking a reanimated prehistoric pig.

-It's called Jurassic Pork.

-Haha! Jurassic Pork!

If we can't save the station, Rich and Jimmy will leave.

-The castle will need to be sold.

-It can't without Dani's permission.

-Right, Dani?

-Actually, I've been thinking about that, recently.

You ARE coming home? I mean, after all your filming.

I'm sorry, Gabe. My career's really taken off.

-Hollywood's starting to feel like home.

-We cannot change your mind?

-I think this is what I want.

-We miss you, cuz.

What will you do with your share of the castle?

-WOMAN: Dani, we need you! >

-Sorry, guys. I've got to go.

I'll speak to you soon. Bye.

I always hoped that one day she would return.

-Now you are also leaving.

-No-one has to go anywhere.

As soon as people hear, this place will be besieged by your fans.

What fans? Bogmoor hates us cos we're not old-school enough.

After 200 years as a ghost, you'd expect to have a lot of stuff.

I've no idea where this is from. You're telling me.

SKULL SCREAMS

Thanks for helping me pack. Gabe, why are you leaving?

The time has come to have fresh adventures.

You're running away? Or towards new experiences

among our own kind.

You cannot tell me you'd want to be here alone if the others depart.

True. There'd be no-one to scare.

So come with me.

I don't think I'm ready to pass over.

We have a great adventure ahead of us - the last great adventure.

The mysteries of the other side.

"Afterdeath Travel: The guide to the other side".

That doesn't sound mysterious. Have a look.

It says it has the biggest water slide and burger bars.

And ice-cream parlours! And paint-balling!

Who knows who we might see again? Mother and Father.

What do you say, Sister?

I've always wanted to try paint-balling.

Let me think about it.

You're bringing your spare wig?

I want to look good when I get there.

It makes you look like a cocker spaniel.

We would like to offer you your own show at Swagger FM.

# Who da man? Who-who da man... #

-Not cool?

-Can you give us a couple of days to think about it?

What have you got to think about?

-If we take it, it affects everybody.

-Don't take too long.

Plenty of talented DJs would eat their own leg for the opportunity.

I'd eat both of mine. And yours.

-We ARE taking this job?

-Does Swagger FM mean that much to you?

Duh! I've thought about changing my name to something more starry.

What about MC Jimmy Bling? Pff!

Guess all things come to an end.

-I'll call him back, tell him we're in.

-Yes! Boom!

# Who da man...? #

Woo! Woo-hoo!

I'm going to be a professional DJ! They offered us a job.

MC Jimmy Bling for ever! Woo-hoo!

Well, sister? Have you decided?

Looks like I'm coming with you.

I'm sure Jessie J's very busy, but all we want is her support.

It'll only take a couple of minutes. An hour at the most.

Maybe half a day?

Hello? Hello?

-How's it going, Kait?

-Nobody's interested.

I've tried everyone from Alicia Keys to the Zutons.

-We're going to need Blue Peter to save us.

-Got rid of all the fliers.

Good. Once our listeners hear what's happening, they'll join our cause.

If Rich and Jimmy see how loved they are, they might stay.

-When I say "got rid of the fliers"...

-What happened?

-A big gust of wind sort of blew them out of my hand.

-Where are they now?

-They blew over a big hedge.

-Oh, Dylan!

I was going to climb over, but I got chased by a scary looking cat.

-Maybe it was a sign.

-No. I'm pretty sure it was a cat.

Why am I bothering to save the station if nobody else cares?

I've come to say goodbye.

We're crossing over to the afterlife.

No. This is your home.

I thought it was a one-way trip.

It is, Lady Kaitlyn.

PING PING

It's Dani.

-The campaign's been a disaster.

-Gabe and Esme are leaving, too.

-What?

-There is nothing left for us, my lady. Not any more.

Gabe, is this because I'm not coming back?

You are doing what is right for you. I would never stop you.

-But this is right for me.

-I won't forget you, Gabe.

And I'll never forget you.

There must be a way to save the station and stop everyone leaving.

I think it's too late.

You want famous people to support your cause.

Why not become famous yourselves?

Anyone can become an internet celeb. Make a video.

Something people want to watch. Put it online.

-End it with a "Save Our Station" message.

-That might work.

We have to try it. I don't want to lose either of you.

It wouldn't do any harm to make one last effort.

Maybe if we save the station, Rich and Jimmy will stay.

And we can stay, too. Right, brother?

So? Get filming!

I can't believe you're leaving.

Have you heard the expression, "Rats leaving a sinking ship"?

-You're not a rat and this is not a sinking ship.

-Right.

I'm all packed. This is me. Nice knowing you, Diego.

See ya later. In a bit.

No! Roxy, don't go! Please!

Don't leave me!

BLOWS NOSE

We recorded one of Gabe's tunes and worked out a dance routine.

We call it Bogmoor Style. Hit it!

MUSIC STARTS

Bogmoor style!

Gabe, watch where you're going!

-BANGING ON FRONT DOOR

-Please don't be more bad news.

-Hey.

-Hi.

You made a decision yet?

I'm all packed and ready. How are you getting on, Rich?

Well, I guess you have, then.

Kait, listen.

Is this the home of Bogmoor FM? I literally caught the fliers.

Oh, my... Are you...?

-Lindsey, from Blue Peter.

-Sorry. There was a big gust of wind and...

And it brought you here, so great.

Lady Kaitlyn...

-We've made some changes.

-Prepare to have your mind...

-Is that...?

-Lindsey Russell from Blue Peter.

SCREAMS

-Are those...?

-Ghosts.

SCREAMS

Sorry. Not cool.

-So, what can I do to help?

-You'd really help us?

We're trying to save our radio station.

Bogmoor FM? The station that plays those jaunty harmonium tunes?

I have a famous fan!

Blue Peter loves to get involved. I'd gladly help.

Well, we're fighting a losing battle to save our station.

If you could help us with a little dance video,

-I think it'd make a difference.

-Sounds great.

-Excuse me. We're about to leave.

-Jimmy, wait.

-What are we doing?

-Chasing a dream.

We can't leave our friends and family without trying everything.

Please, let's just try?

If no-one cares about Bogmoor FM, I won't stop you from leaving.

Jimmy?

Like I'm gonna turn down the chance to be in a video for Blue Peter.

CHEERING

MUSIC PLAYS

And slide. And slide.

# I know a place where we can be free

# Where you can be you and I can be me

Jump!

# I know a place where everybody's nice... #

This is it. I'm about to upload it.

In five, four...

Can't wait.

-And now we wait.

-No need. Two hits already.

-17!

-103?

-1,000!

-Wow! It's running faster than...

-Faster than...

-You can finish that sentence!

-23,000 hits!

-We're going to be famous!

BANGING ON DOOR

Well, look who it is.

Lindsey Russell!

Not content with hijacking the airwaves,

you've hijacked a Blue Peter presenter

-for the sake of your modern music.

-Who is this guy?

Gill McGonnigal, Mayor of Bogmoor. I've come to give them this.

-Is this one a prize?

-LAUGHING: That's right(!)

You've come first in the "shut down your station" competition.

Your prize is to have your equipment confiscated.

We stopped broadcasting, so you can't come in and take our stuff.

We heard about your plans to save your skin.

We got a little breach of the peace order which says,

your gear now belongs...to us.

Go get it, boys.

You can't storm in here like that. Our listeners won't stand for it.

Funny, I can't see any listeners.

You're not as popular as you thought.

Like I told you, the old and the young of Bogmoor, don't do change.

If Bogmoor Style can't save the station, there's no hope.

Guess we're taking that Swagger FM job, after all.

Have faith, guys. You never know what might happen.

Here goes nothing.

-What?

-Rich, if this really is goodbye...

There's no easy way of saying this without embarrassing myself.

-If you really are leaving...

-Let's get some cake.

-What does that mean?

It means I like you. I have done since I first met you.

Before me and Jimmy go, I want you to know you're all I think about.

-I feel the same way.

-So, me...you...?

Cake sounds good.

Enough stalling. Get out of our way.

CHANTING: Save our station! Save our station! Save our station!

-Save our station!

-We have fans, after all.

Bogmoor Style! Bogmoor Style!

-There's Jimmy! There's Rich!

-I saw him first!

I want his autograph. And Rich's autograph.

-There's Lindsey Russell!

-Autograph my face!

Maybe not everybody likes the old-fashioned way.

If you want to be Mayor, I suggest you don't annoy this lot.

You'll need their votes at the next election, won't you?

Nice one, Kait. See you guys soon.

-Good luck with the station.

-Thanks, Lindsey.

ALL: Bye!

-Man, I love this place!

-What about Swagger FM?

We can't say goodbye to this. We belong here.

-I've been telling you that from the start.

-What? So we're staying?

Yeah. Bogmoor FM for ever!

-Boom!

-Easy!

Oh, guys!

Things wouldn't be the same without you.

-There's me thinking you'd enjoy the peace and quiet.

-I'd miss the noise.

But you hate noise.

I'm far more easy-going than you give me credit for.

-MUSIC THUMPING

-Sounds like they're having a party.

They can play loud music, occasionally.

Who am I to stop them? After all, it is the humans' home, too.

Haha!

PING PING

Hey, guys. I've just watched you online.

Bogmoor Style has made you famous across the internet.

We had some serious help.

Remember I was thinking about my share of the castle?

You've decided to keep it? You're coming home?

I'm sorry, Gabe, but I'm staying.

I swear, this is the toughest decision I've ever had to make.

I'm giving away my part of the castle.

-Not to some ghost-hating human?

-Someone who'll look after it.

-Someone who cares more about this place than anyone.

-Me!

It's me. I'm her cousin, too.

So am I. I've been here for 250 years.

ALL SPEAK AT ONCE

Enough! Jimmy and Rich, you've already got your share.

Dylan, I'm sorry, but you're too young.

I'm giving it away to...

I'm giving it to...

My share of the castle is going to...

Kait!

-Me?

-I know how much the castle means to you.

And you won't let Jimmy and Rich do anything crazy with it.

-I'm blown away.

-Look after it, Kait.

So, it's Jimmy, Kait and Rich's castle?

It's Rich, Kait and Jimmy's castle.

It's Esme, Dylan, Kait, Rich, Jimmy and Gabe's castle.

Whatever it is, it's more of a mouthful than Dani's castle.

ALL SPEAK AT ONCE

-We really loved Bogmoor Style.

-Would you do it for us?

How about it, gang?

Gabe? >

What are you doing?

We saved the station. You don't have to go.

I really thought Dani might return. I stayed long enough to help you.

Now it is time for me to move on.

What about Esme? Don't tell her until later.

She'll want to follow me and I know she belongs here.

Are you sure about this?

It is time.

We shall have to settle on a wave.

Look after the Lady Kaitlyn, Master Rich.

Sure.

Laters, Gabe.

Yes. Laters.

Rich, have you seen my brother? It's time for Bogmoor Style.

He's gone, hasn't he?

Right, I'm going after him. Esme, wait.

If you go, there's no coming back. I'm Esme.

I'll find a way. I'm pretty determined when I put my mind to it.

Are you sure about this? I need to bring him back.

There's more for him here, even without Dani.

There's still loads more adventures to be had.

Go get him, Esme. See ya, Richie boy!

Geronimo!

Where's Esme? We're doing Bogmoor Style.

There's something she's got to do. She'll be back, I know it.

Guys, we need you.

Ready? Show us your moves.

Ha! That's nice!

Come on! Let's get your groove on!

MUSIC PLAYING

# I know a place where everybody trusts

# And everybody loves

# And it is called The Castle

# New world, new vision New life, new love, new mission

# New world, new vision New life, new love, new mission. #