Roy Thumb 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 supervillains 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. #

Hey, everybody. Dad's building a new shed and I'm going to help.

Yup! And this one is going to be, well...

less full. I got the plans on the internet.

Easy-peasy.

Can I help build it, Dad?

Can I, can I?

Well, you could, if you had a junior toolkit.

HE GROANS

Oh! Like this one!

Now you can build while I build.

Wow! Thanks, Dad.

Of course, before you get started,

you did put your cereal bowl into the dishwasher like I asked you,

twice...?

-Yup.

-Really?

Yeah.

Funny, that, because I put it in the dishwasher before I came out.

Sorry, Dad.

I know you're excited, but no more lies.

I promise, Dad.

All right. Go on.

Cool. My very own hammer.

Whoa, hold up there, MC Hammer!

Now, I know these are toy tools, but you still need to play safe, Roy.

But it's my very own hammer, Dad.

Well, I know, but I need to concentrate on building that shed,

and I also need to know that you're playing safe, otherwise we'll

have to put that toolkit away until you're a bit bigger.

OK, Dad, I promise I'll play safe from now on.

Now...time to get my build on!

OK.

"Measure Figure A and mark with pencil."

Amateur stuff.

Now... Ow!

Now...

Just checking!

-PHONE BUZZES

-Oh!

Hello. Oh, Barbara.

H-h-how's your sister?

Any better?

What do you mean, "We've to look after Tickles"?

But I... I thought you were allergic to dogs?

Yes, yes. Yes, dear, yes.

Roy! What are you doing?

Hi, Mr Barker. I'm fixing your shed.

Well, thank you, Roy, but I think my shed is fine.

And I do really need a little bit of quiet time as I'm painting

-the 4th Battalion.

-Oh, OK, Mr Barker.

But are you sure you don't need anything hammered?

No, definitely not.

And do be careful, Roy.

Always concentrate when you're hammering.

Why does everyone keep warning me about the hammer?

I'm a hammer expert.

Ouch!

Are you all right, Roy?

Yeah, fine, Dad.

Well, thanks a bunch of bananas for bashing me!

Yikes, you're a talking thumb!

Actually, I'm a very sore talking thumb, Roy Hammer-Blammer!

What's going on?

I'll tell you what's going on - you weren't being careful.

I was!

Oh, really?

Oh, dear. I better get back before Dad misses me.

PHONE RINGS

Barbara? Hm?

The perfect place for Tickles to stay? Yeah, go on.

What?! My shed?

But, Barbara... I-I...

Oh, yes, yes, of course, dear.

See you then.

Time to put the "Bill" back into "building"!

-Oi!

-Sorry.

Bit late for "sorry" now.

Can you just please be quiet?

If Dad notices, he's going to take my toolkit away.

Well, maybe he should take it away.

Hey, Mr O'Brien! Mr O'Brien! Bill!

Shh!

Roy...?

Everything OK, son?

Couldn't be better, Dad.

Hey!

Having a great time.

Get...off!

First you dump on me

then you jump on me.

Outrageous!

Dog hairs all over the 4th Battalion's new uniforms.

Not happy about this.

You're not the only one who's not happy, Mr Barker.

Jumping Joseph, what is that?

Roy's thumped thumb. Not pleased to meet you.

Roy, why have you got a talking thumb the size of a tank?

Erm...I don't know.

Mr Barker, are you getting a dog?

Well, we're dog-sitting for a week.

And, well, he's going to stay in here.

To be honest, I'm not very happy about it.

I'm not very happy either, being attached to a fibbing five-year-old.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

He better not use any of my soldiers as chew toys.

That would be outrageous.

Slobber and hair all over the 4th Battalion,

after all the work I've done getting them shipshape!

-That wouldn't do at all.

-It certainly would not.

And another thing, he's the clumsiest...

-PHONE RINGS

-Oh, yeah, no, go ahead, take it.

Excuse me.

Dog food? Well, no, no, I didn't.

Yes, yes, of course, dear.

I'll run over to the pet shop now.

Sorry, I have to pop out to get a bag of doggy num-nums.

Nice chatting to you, Thumb, and Roy.

Reg, can you tell Roy to come home? It's time for lunch.

You'd better get on home. That's your dad. Besides,

I'm going to need this place clear

as the hairy visitor will be arriving soon to Chez Shed.

Roy!

-Lunch.

-How do I shrink this grumpy thumb?

Every time I lie, it gets bigger.

What would Wonder Roy do?

All right, Wonder Roy? Any sign of any villains at the annual Toonville

-parade, then?

-No, all's good, Commissioner Ted.

We're being extra vigilant.

Excellent work, Wonder Roy.

I'm sorry you can't join in with the festivities.

Well, the job always comes first.

Should we really have told Commissioner Ted we were being

extra vigilant when in fact we were having extra fun?

It's just a teeny-weeny lie.

For once, I want to be part of the parade.

Wonder Roy, there's a giant hole in the middle of the street.

Of course, I'm sure you knew that already.

-BOTH:

-Uh-oh!

Well, what's your plan to save the day, Wonder Roy?

Erm, plan...

It's me! The Messer!

I can see the HOLE parade from up here!

HOLE, get it?

What do we do, Wonder Roy?

This is all my fault.

I wasn't telling the truth.

Well, I'm glad you've come clean, Wonder Roy,

but now I need you to clean up the Messer's mess, before it's too late.

Every year the Messer tries to ruin the parade.

Why does he dislike it so much?

Parades are fantastic.

Why have you asked me here, Wonder Roy?

Is this some kind of lame trap?

I just want to ask you, why do you always want to spoil the parade?

Because I hate it!

Is that the truth?

Well, no. It's because I've never been invited to take part.

Just as I thought.

Well, now, that is a very unusual request, Wonder Roy.

But if you think that'll work...

THE MESSER SINGS TO HIMSELF

This is the best Toonville parade ever.

I'd like to welcome our new participant, the Messer.

Well, Finn, it just proves that being truthful always makes you feel

better, even if you're a villainous super villain.

That's it! Telling the truth will make me feel better.

Oi, what are you doing?

Ow! Don't you dare!

Roy!

Dad, I've something I need to tell you.

-What happened to your thumb?

-None of your beeswax.

Well, I never!

Dad, I'm really sorry I didn't tell you the truth.

I wasn't careful with the hammer and I thumped my thumb,

and every time you asked me if I was OK, I said I was when I wasn't.

And the thumb got bigger and bigger.

I understand if you take the toolkit away as I shouldn't have told lies,

and now I've ended up with this grumpy giant.

Well, I would have preferred if you

told me the truth from the start, Roy, but it looks like

-you've learned your lesson.

-You're not going to take my toolkit away?

No, because I know you'll be careful from now on.

I really, really will, Dad.

Come here.

So, how did you get on with the shed?

The shed?

Yeah. Not half bad.

-Dad, it's a bit...

-Small, yeah, I know.

Well, yeah, I think I used centimetres instead of metres.

It's really good, though.

But it's not much use as a shed for us.

But it might be the perfect size for somebody else,

with a couple of extra bits added on.

Super bit of carpentry, Bill.

I do put the "Bill" into "building"!

However, I couldn't have done it without Roy's help.

A proper father-and-son team, we are.

I can't wait to have Tickles in the kennel.

Eh, OK!

Tickles!

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