Windy Funnel's Harp Old Jack's Boat

Ha! Oh!

And good day to you.

# This is the place to be

# For Salty Dog and me

# Down by the harbour We'll be there

# Round every corner there's something to share

# Give us a cheer Our friends are here

# Just Salty Dog and me... #

Ha-ha! Come on, Salty!

# This is the place to meet

# Down at the end of the street

# Seagulls flying up in the blue

# There's always a cup of tea waiting for you

# Out in the sun, having some fun

# Just Salty Dog and me

# Haul away, haul away

# Sing a song of the sea

# Hoist the sail I'll tell you a tale

# Of Salty Dog and me

# This is the place to go

# And these are the people we know

# The village is busy with things to see

# And there's the Rainbow down by the quay

# There's stories to tell Join us as well

-# Just Salty Dog and me. #

-PHONE RINGS

-Grrr! Oooh!

-What's that, Salty?

Hello, come on!

Grrrr! Aaaarrrrrgh!

-Oh, it's Ernie!

-Grrr!

-Ernie!

-Oh! Hopping haddocks!

-What?

-It's a tricky one!

-Why? Is the lid stuck?

It certainly is.

I've just got back from the shops.

I like a bit of honey on my toast in the mornings,

but it looks like I'm out of luck today.

This is tighter than a tigerfish's stripes

and I should know!

-He should.

-Grrrrrrr!

-Oh-ho-ho!

-Oh!

-It's no good! Are you after some fish?

-No, I wasn't.

I'm just off to the Rainbow to do a couple of jobs.

-Oh, well, will you be fishing later?

-I don't know, do I?

Oh, I love fish, I do!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Go on!

-My honey!

Come back, honey jar! Come back!

Sam! Sam! Have you seen my honey jar?

No. Sorry, Ernie.

Oh, lolloping lobsters! Where's it gone?

I'll never get my breakfast at this rate!

-Hiya, Jack.

-Hi, Sam.

-Listen, have you seen any honey jars?

-No.

-Oh.

Oh! Whoa!

-It's not down there, Jack.

-Oh! Oh!

-Any ideas?

-Well, there! Look, there!

How did it get in there?! I'll be right back!

-Sam!

-Come on, Salty.

This could take a while. Oh, dear me! What a commotion!

Sam! Sam!

-CRASH!

-I'm fine.

There she is - the Rainbow!

What have you got for us today, my dear?

TOOT-TOOT!

Hey-hey! Come on, Salty.

# Dee-dee, dee-dee! #

Here we are.

Go on, bed. That's it - you curl up in your basket.

I've got a bit of fixing to do here, so don't distract me.

I've got to fix this squeaky cupboard door. Listen.

SQUEAK! SQUEAK!

Isn't that awful?

Oh!

Do you know, I seem to remember we had trouble with a honey jar once.

Oh, yes.

Right, you sit tight there, let me get comfortable

and I'll tell you the story.

Once upon a twinkly time, the Rainbow set off from Staithes,

waved goodbye to Whitby and disappeared over the horizon.

# Just Salty dog and me

# Upon the silvery sea

# The waves are waving The sky is blue

# The sun on the water is twinkly too

# It's beautiful weather Just sailing together

# Just Salty Dog and me. #

And then I noticed something

a-bibbing and a-bobbing in the water. It looked very strange.

"Salty," I cried, "That looks like a jar of honey!"

Well, Salty's eyes got wider and wider.

I turned around and suddenly I could see why.

There wasn't just one jar of honey floating on the sea. No!

There were hundreds of 'em!

It was an ocean of honey jars.

Well now, Salty does not like to see a messy sea,

so we started collecting up all those honey jars

and then we stacked them neatly on the deck.

"Well, that's a job well done," I said,

scratching my head like that, "but where did they come from?"

And before we had a chance to think, we heard a distant cry.

It was coming from a tiny desert island nearby.

"Help! Help! Over here!" cried the voice.

There was a lonely figure sitting on the sand

with a tattered blanket round his shoulders

and a very sticky hand in a honey jar.

"I'm Windy Funnel," he said.

"I've got a bit of a tale to tell."

So we settled down to listen while Windy told his sad tale.

"A few nights ago I was sitting down by the dock

"playing my favourite little harp and singing

"when a terrible wind whipped up.

"It blew my harp out of my hands, up into the sky

"and off to a distant tropical island where it got stuck in a tree!

"Then it blew me right off the dock and down into the sea.

"It was a nautical nightmare!

"I was splashing around in the water,

"floating further and further away from land,

"but the wind was so windy that it just blew me further out to sea.

"Just when I thought it was the end of me, what did I see?

"A honey jar, right there, floating in the water,

"so I grabbed hold of it and it kept me afloat,

"and we bobbed and we bibbed all through the night

"until I was washed up on this desert island."

Well, Salty and I went to the rescue immediately, didn't we, girl?

Yeah, we got Windy aboard the Rainbow and we headed for home.

But as we sailed away, I noticed a dark cloud in the distance

and it was buzzing.

Then Salty nudged me

and pointed to one of the jars of honey we had stacked on deck.

The label on the honey read,

"Property of the bees of Bengal Bay. Do not take these jars."

"Uh-oh!" Said Salty.

That wasn't an ordinary cloud. Oh, no!

That was a cloud of very, very angry bees

who thought we'd taken their honey!

"What are we going to do?!" cried Windy.

"We need to get away!"

"No problem!" I cried.

"Salty, stoke up the boiler, full speed ahead!

"We'll outrun those bees."

But when I pushed the lever to get us going,

the Rainbow gave a little "splop" sound...

SPLUTTER! BANG!

..and stayed dead still in the water. Salty shook her head sadly.

The Rainbow had broken down again.

"What are we going to do?" wailed Windy.

"The bees are getting closer!"

And then I had an idea.

"Windy, we need your blanket," I said.

"We are going to make a sail."

"But there's no breeze!" wailed Windy.

"I know," I said.

"That's why we need this - my trusty dragon whistle."

So while Windy gave us his blanket

and I blew hard on my dragon whistle,

in no time at all Thelma the dragon joined us.

Salty hoisted Windy's blanket up the mast to make the sail

and I said to Thelma, "We need some wind in our sail

"and there's no breeze today. Can you help?"

Thelma nodded and with one mighty puff...

..she blew a huge gust of wind into our sail

and off we shot across the ocean!

But as fast as we travelled over the water,

those angry bees kept up the chase!

Closer and closer they came!

BUZZ!

"What are we going to do?" wailed Windy AGAIN!

And suddenly we heard another sound.

It wasn't the buzzing of the bees, it wasn't Windy wailing,

it was the sound of a magical harp.

I took out my trusty telescope and peered into it,

and there in the distance was the tropical island

and there was his harp, still stuck in a palm tree!

The breeze that Thelma was making was blowing through the strings,

making sweet, sweet music.

HARP PLAYS SWEET MUSIC

"My harp!" cried Windy.

Then Salty gave a little tug at my sleeve and I looked round

and what a sight did I see!

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

The angry bees had stopped chasing us.

In fact, they weren't even angry any more.

The magical music from Windy's harp had worked like a charm on them,

and they now softly buzzed around, listening to the music

and gently flapping their little bee wings and humming.

"It's your harp, Windy!" I exclaimed. "It IS magical!"

Well, now that the bees weren't angry any more

and we could give them all their honey pots back,

they were very grateful.

We said goodbye to Thelma... "Bye-bye!"

..and she flew off into the sky

and the first breeze of the day gently filled Windy's blanket

and we sailed back home again to the sound of his magical harp.

It was good, wasn't it, eh, Salty?

Ha-ha! What a trip! Ho-ho-ho-ho!

You liked that story, Salty, did you?

It's all true, of course, even the bees.

BUZZ!

Oh!

Oh, Salty, look at that!

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

That looks like Ernie's breakfast!

Ho-ho-ho!

Oh! Ha! Do you know what?

All that rolling around the village must have loosened it up.

Come on, let's go and find Ernie.

Ho-ho-ho!

-Ernie!

-Oh!

You're a miracle worker, Jack! You've found it!

-I think Salty might have had a paw in it, as well.

-Aw!

Well, I managed to get it back off Sam,

but then I dropped it on my way home.

Ah, well, now for some breakfast!

Why don't you pull up a fish crate and join me for honey on toast?

Isn't your toaster back at the house?

Ah!

And the bread?

-Ah.

-You haven't thought this through, have you, Ernie?

-No.

-No.

Well, what you should do is to shut up shop for about an hour,

get yourself over to the Mermaid Cafe

because Shelly does a lovely toast and honey.

-She does.

-She does.

-You know what?

-What?

-I think I will!

-Right.

Whoop! Ha-ha!

Mwah! Honey!

Uh-oh! Bees!

BUZZ! BUZZ!

Argh! Argh! Aaargh! Oooh! Aaargh!

Come on, Salty, let's catch him up.

Oooh! Aaargh!

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