The Runaway Treat Old Jack's Boat

Oh!

And a 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 the 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

# The stories to tell, join us as well

-# Just Salty Dog and me #

-PHONE RINGS

Dear, oh, dear! What shocking weather we're having.

I know. I mean, who'd be out on a day like this?

-Hiya, Jack!

-All right, Ernie?

-That looks heavy.

-Aye, it is!

That's it, Ernie. Keep going. Busy, busy!

Is he doing a job for you?

Yes. There's some holiday guests moving in today

and I said I'd transport their luggage. Ah.

The problem?

-I'm afraid so. He's taking the luggage to the wrong house.

-Oh.

Ernie!

Other way. Number 6!

Yes, you're lucky to have him around.

Oh, he's a real star, and he always has a smile on his face.

Well done, Ernie! Number 6.

-Yeah, you know, somebody should give him a medal.

-Absolutely.

He does a sterling job!

Next time I see him,

I shall make a point of giving him a thank-you gift.

< The door's locked!

-At number 6?

-Oh, hang on.

It's number 9.

Ah.

Ernie, a word. Bring the luggage.

-Yes?

-Little mistake, Ernie.

It's not house number 6. It's house number 9.

-That way?

-Yes, that way.

This is actually very heavy!

Oh, I'm sorry, Ernie. You must think me so rude.

Let me carry something.

Busy, busy!

-She means well.

-Yeah.

Like I said, he deserves a medal for the work he does round here.

Doesn't he, eh? Come on, girl. Off to the Rainbow.

We've got portholes to fix.

There we are.

Oh, dear. Poor old Ernie.

We've got to fix this porthole, haven't we?

Well, that spanner's too big, isn't it?

Look at that, Salty! Look what I've found.

It's your rosette. Second prize for biscuit catching.

Let's see if you've still got it. Oi!

WHISTLES

What about this? Eh, eh, eh?

Oh, good girl!

She always catches her biscuit. Well, nearly always.

Go on, in your bed.

Yes, there was a time you didn't catch it.

Do you remember?

Well, let me get comfortable

and I'll tell you a tale

that'll whiffle those whiskers, Salty.

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

waved goodbye to Whitby and disappeared over the horizon,

and as we sailed, we sang.

# Just Salty Dog and me

# Upon the silvery sea

# The waves are wavy, the sky is blue

# The sun on the water is twinkly too

# With the wind on our backs, we'll soon need a snack

# Just Salty Dog and me #

Well, Salty had been a good dog, so I gave her a special dog biscuit.

Yes, I did. "Enjoy, Salty," I said.

"This is the last one."

I threw her the treat, but for once,

Salty missed it and it flew overboard,

landing with a splash in the water.

Well, Salty was very upset.

She said, "Perhaps we should have gone on

"the guided tour of the dog biscuit factory

"instead of coming out on the boat."

"Hold on a second," I said, looking over the side.

"There it is!" Salty's biscuit was floating alongside.

"I'm a fisherman - I'll fish for the biscuit," I thought.

"A big strong fisherman like me

"could catch a little floating biscuit. Easy."

So I found my extra-special net,

leant over the edge of the boat,

and after a lot of scooping, I finally caught it.

But when I examined the net, I hadn't caught the biscuit.

I'd caught a tiny crab.

"I'm so sorry," I said. "I thought you were a biscuit."

"Charming," said the crab.

Well, I explained what had happened,

and she offered to help us recover the biscuit.

"That's very kind of you," I said.

"But I think you are far too small to help us save that biscuit

"from the vast sea."

I must admit, the crab looked a little disappointed.

It shuffled sideways and perched on the Rainbow's rail to watch.

I looked over the side and there was the biscuit, still bobbing away,

and at that very moment,

our friend Charlie the squid popped up.

"Good day to you, Jack and Salty!" he said.

"Is that a delicious dog biscuit?"

"Indeed," I said.

"Could you pick it up with your tickly tentacles?"

Well, the big squid looked at the little biscuit.

"Easy for me!" he said.

He stretched out two long tentacles

and gracefully curled them around the little biscuit,

then gently lifted it out of the water.

And we watched with bated breath,

and the biscuit slipped through his grasp.

Pop!

The biscuit plopped back into the sea with a splash.

"Don't worry," I said. "You've done your best.

"Come up here, have a break."

So Charlie wriggled aboard the Rainbow

and gave Salty a friendly tickle.

And then suddenly,

there was an enormous spout of water beside the boat.

Our friend Bluey the blue whale popped up. He was very excited.

"Can I carry it to you on my big back?

"It'll be easy-peasy squirty squeezy!"

He dived underwater, swam under the biscuit

and then rose to the surface

with the biscuit carefully balanced on his back.

Look at that!

"Bless my barnacles, he's done it!" I whispered to Salty.

Well, Bluey carefully ferried the tiny biscuit towards us,

but just as he was close to the boat,

he blew out a sigh of relief, and...

Pssshhhhh!

His waterspout sent the biscuit flying into the air.

The biscuit zoomed off like a rocket and disappeared through a cloud.

It passed the moon and stars, it whizzed around a distant planet,

then fell back to earth, plunging back into the sea with a splash.

"Never mind, Bluey," I said to the disappointed whale.

Once again, the biscuit calmly bobbed alongside the Rainbow

as if nothing had happened.

Thelma the dragon joined us next.

"I shall fly over the small biscuit, swoop down,

"pick it up in my mouth. Easy-peasy!"

Well, when Thelma approached the biscuit,

fire billowed from her mouth.

"Stop!" we all shouted.

SALTY BARKS

"You'll burn the biscuit!"

In the nick of time, the dragon came to a halt.

Like Charlie the big squid and Bluey the huge blue whale,

Thelma the enormous dragon was upset

that she couldn't rescue one little biscuit,

and now it was floating away.

"Follow that biscuit!" I yelled.

Well, with Thelma sat on the Rainbow's funnel,

Bluey rushing alongside,

Salty, Charlie, the little crab and me on deck,

we gave chase.

Around the world we went, passing tropical islands

and old pirate ships, until finally, finally,

to our joy and delight,

the biscuit was washed up on a rock.

Salty thought it was time to mention

that she was still quite peckish,

so I dropped anchor close by

and we tried to hatch a plan to save the biscuit.

"I'll do it!" said Thelma the dragon.

"No, leave it to me!" said Bluey the whale.

"Nonsense, I'll do it," interrupted Charlie the squid.

But when we turned back to look at the rock,

to our utter astonishment, the biscuit had vanished!

"Oh, no!" we cried,

and then Salty noticed some bubbles in the water,

and then the top of the biscuit.

It was slowly rising out of the water nearby,

and it was making its way towards us.

And then, amazingly, it started climbing the Rainbow,

and then it started walking towards us.

Biscuits can't walk, can they?

That's when I heard a tiny voice saying,

"Excuse me. Coming through."

It was the little crab!

She was holding the biscuit in one of her claws.

"My small claws are perfect for picking up small biscuits.

"I tried to tell you," she said, as she passed the big squid,

the huge whale and the enormous dragon.

"Sometimes, being little is really useful."

Everyone was very impressed that someone so small

had managed to save the day.

"It was easy-peasy, because I'm teeny-weeny," said the crab.

Taking no chances, she handed the biscuit to Salty,

who crunched it, munched it and licked her lips.

It was the best biscuit ever.

"Thank you," barked Salty.

SALTY BARKS

"Who'd have thought that such a tiny biscuit

"could have caused such a huge fuss?" I said,

as we sailed off for Staithes and home.

Salty does love a biscuit, though.

That was a good story, wasn't it, Salty?

It's all true, of course.

Oh, there's Miss Bowline-Hitch.

Do you think she's found a prize

to give to Ernie for all his hard work, do you?

Ernie, I've prepared a little speech.

It is with great pleasure that I make the award

of Most Helpful Person of the Village...

'scuse me, Miss B-H!

..to Ernest Starboard, and in recognition of his good works,

I present him with this...

..trophy.

Oops.

Oh, bother.

There's a problem?

We seem to have lost Ernie's trophy.

-It fell into the sea.

-Listen...

-What about this?

-SHE GASPS

A rosette! Perfect! Oh, thank you, Jack!

Yeah. Right. Come on, then.

Ernie, I present you with this rosette for...

..coming second in a biscuit-catching competition?

Oh. THEY LAUGH

-Sorry! I forgot all about that.

-Oh, don't worry.

I don't need a trophy or a rosette.

I just think it's wonderful that all my friends appreciate me.

Thank you, both!

Thanks! All of you!

Come on, Salty. Let's go home.

Well done, Ernie!

Hey-hey!

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