Oh Brother! Little Roy

# Hey, everybody, won't you come on in?

# I'm Little Roy and this is Finn

# We live together and we sure are glad

# To have my big sister Becky and my mum and dad

# I'm Little Roy

# I'm Little Roy

# Sometimes a cartoon kid can make mistakes

# Like a runaway train without any brakes

# When I'm in a pickle or a tricky situation

# I love to use my big imagination

# Where I can be Wonder Roy with my sidekick Finn

# Battling super villains and we always win

-# Little Roy

-He's Little Roy

-# I'm Little Roy

-He's Little Roy

-# I'm Little Roy

-He's Little Roy

-# I'm Little Roy

-He's Little Roy. #

ROY GIGGLES

Wonder Roy!

Saturdays are the best.

There's nothing to do but play, play, play.

That is lovely shading. Gorgeous.

Cool, a witch's head.

Make me one!

It's not a witch's head, Roy, it's MY head.

But you already have a head.

It's Becky's last street ballet class today with Mrs Walsh.

I'm moving up a grade.

And she wants to give her something to remember her by,

which I think is a very sweet idea.

But I want to play hide and seek.

Well, I don't, and I don't want to play in the middle

of the night, either, so stop asking.

Roy, are you playing when you should be sleeping?

Who, me?

HE YAWNS

Becky's busy at the moment.

I'll start the game and she can join in later.

-Morning, Roy.

-See you, Dad.

Saturday mornings are the best, aren't they?

Morning, everyone... Whoa, whoa!

-Bill!

-Sorry, love. You know what I think about witches.

Your dad's only joking.

He knows it's supposed to be your head.

Right, Bill?

Of course I'm joking!

It's lovely. Almost as pretty as your real head.

Thanks, Dad.

BILL CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY

ROY GIGGLES

Mum! Where's my headband? I'm going to be late.

I left it on the bed.

ROY GIGGLES

-Ah!

-POP!

I'm sorry. I was only playing.

Why do I have to have a weird cartoon little brother?!

HE GASPS

I wish I had a cartoon little brother

that always wanted to play with me.

Not a big sister that always got mad at me.

If I had a cartoon little brother,

we'd play hide and seek all day and Wonder Roy all night.

HE YAWNS

Who needs sleep? Right, Finn?

Who are you?

It's me, Zip, your cartoon little brother.

But I don't have a cartoon little brother.

You can have anything you want in your dreams.

You like cake?

Yeah, everybody likes...

Wow!

What are you waiting for? Eat up.

Thanks.

Mam would never let me eat a full cake in the real world.

The real world? Awesome!

I've always wanted to visit. Let's go.

I guess it was just all a dream.

Wow, I did really make a mess of Becky's side of the room.

Boo!

Whoa!

I don't believe it, you're really here!

We can play hide and seek and chasing and...and anything we want!

-But I should finish tidying.

-Tidying?

I didn't come here to tidy. I thought you wanted to play.

-I do, but...

-Then let's play.

I hope you like chasing, cos you're it!

What on earth?

SHE SIGHS

HE GASPS

Zip, no!

-HE BURPS

-No sweat, I'll make another one.

HE CLICKS HIS FINGERS

You can't make a new cake just by clicking your fingers,

-not in the real world.

-Oops!

Hey, I know what will cheer you up -

how about a game of hide and seek?

You're it!

Roy, what has gotten into you today?

First, it was the laundry down the stairs, now this.

It wasn't me, it was Zip.

Zip? Who's Zip?

It's hard to explain.

Now, tell the truth.

Is Zip real or did you just make him up?

Well, he's not real-real, and I guess I did make him up.

I thought so.

No treats for a week.

But, Mam!

Perfect.

-Boo!

-Whoa!

HE GASPS

Wait... Eh?

It wasn't me, it was my cartoon little brother.

Roy, we both know that excuse only works for Becky.

Now, I think you have some raking to do.

ROY SIGHS

He's usually such a good boy.

So he kicked over a bit of grass and he bumped into the laundry basket.

What's a little boy without a little bit of mischief?

Don't forget the cake.

What about the cake?

Didn't I tell you? He ate the lot.

Hi, Tristan.

I think I know why Becky gets mad at me now.

It's not easy having a cartoon little brother.

What are you talking about?

Well, I had this dream that I had a cartoon little brother called Zip,

but he escaped and now he's getting me into trouble.

A cartoon boy escaped from your dream?

You really think I'm going to believe that?

Not really. Nobody else does.

Shhh!

Wait, I believe you!

You do? Thanks, Tristan.

Never mind that. How are we going to get Zip back to dreamland?

Hmm... What would Wonder Roy do?

Mua-ha-ha-ha!

OK, Messer, playtime's over.

Stop your messy mayhem and go home.

Oh, yeah? Make me. Ha-ha-ha!

Challenge accepted.

Take this! Bam! Pow!

Wonder Roy, stop! You're making an even bigger mess.

-Uh-oh.

-Give up, Wonder Roy.

With my new Messermobile and Trash Cannon,

even you can't stop me making the mother of all messes.

That's it! I'll be right back.

Wait, what am I supposed to do?

What are these?

Trust me, they're just what you need in a situation like this.

Bring it on!

Ah-ha-ha-ha!

The only way to stop the mother of all messes

is with the mother of the Messer.

What are you talking about?

Maybe you won't listen to me, but everybody listens to their mam.

I spoke to her and she demands that you stop what you're doing.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Do you really expect a master villain to listen to his...?

-Mummy?

-Lionel Messer, you stop what you're doing this instant.

Mum, not in front of the heroes.

Ever since he became a super villain,

he's always been away, trying to take over the world.

Now I hardly ever see him any more.

Don't cry, Mummy. You know I can't stand it when you cry.

Why don't I just take you home, huh?

You mean it? You're really coming home?

Oh, yeah, sure. I can take over the world next week.

Oh, Lionel, I'm so happy.

If I had known you was coming, I would've made up your bed.

That's OK, Mummy, I like it messy.

Toonville is saved! How do you do it, Wonder Roy?

It was easy, Finn.

After all, everybody gets a little homesick from time to time.

That's it!

If we make Zip feel homesick, he'll want to go back to dreamland.

Great idea, but how do we do that?

Oh, I didn't feel so good.

I think it was that real-world cake.

In dreamland, you can eat as much cake as you like

and never feel sick.

Maybe a game of hide and seek might make you feel better.

Playing games always cheers me up.

OK, you count to 100 and then come and find us.

One, six,

triangle, fish, three...

OK, you just get me to sleep and I'll do the rest.

-Great, how do I do that?

-I don't know.

How does your mam put you to sleep?

"Tristan! Get to sleep. I mean it, mister!

"You think I don't know you've got comics under that pillow?

"Go to sleep!"

I was thinking more of a lullaby.

Everything all right? Thought I heard shouting there.

Dad, I was just telling Tristan about that time you nearly

scored the winning goal, but you tell it so much better.

I thought you said that that was a very, very boring story.

Well, if you don't want to tell it...

No, no, no. Take a seat.

It was 0-0, and by the time we got Macka's dog off the pitch

there was only ten minutes left.

(You might want to cover your ears.)

Now, when I say he was big, I mean he was mega big.

He was like a cross between John Wayne,

Arnold Schwarzenegger and Hulk Hogan the wrestler.

I mean, there wasn't a keeper on the planet

who could have saved that ball.

-ROY SNORES

-So, you scored the winning goal?

No. No, it went wide.

Of course, it was offside anyway, so it wouldn't have mattered.

I have photos I could show you, if you like.

Found you!

Oh, just look at those dream cakes.

Do you think Roy would mind if I went back to dreamland?

Not even a bit, cos he could see you there any night of the week.

Awesome! Tell him I said bye-bye.

Roy, wake up!

We did it! Zip's back in dreamland.

That's great, but I've got to get out of here before your dad

gets back with those photos. Are you coming?

I need to do something first.

Wow, the room looks so tidy.

What's that for?

I missed you, Becky.

I'm sorry I burst your head.

It's all right. I don't think it looked like me anyway.

I'm sorry I called you weird.

Uh, what did I say about treats?

But you did tidy your room, so maybe just this once.

Where's Tristan?

I have those photos he was asking for.

Does anyone else smell cake?

Right here, Dad.

You can have some, if you like. Everyone can.

Good man, Roy.

-I'll put the kettle on.

-I'll give you a hand.

I can't wait to tell our little brother about our cool big sister.

What little brother?

If you think I'm weird, just wait until you meet Zip.

Philip was a smashing player, though. He was a smashing player

because he had a dome for a head. See his haircut there.

That haircut was actually technically aerodynamically...

It was great for hitting the ball, basically,

is what I'm saying, you know?