Children's series. A naughty windsock escapes from its pole and goes on a mad dash through the ocean. Will Jack and Salty be able to stop it causing chaos?
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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
# There's stories to tell Join us, as well
-# Just Salty Dog and me. #
-MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Oh, it's a windy old day today, Salty. Look at that windsock!
I've never seen it flapping around as much as that.
Ho-ho! There goes Sam in a hurry!
What's she doing out on a day like this?
Ho! It's a windy old day today!
-What's been going on here?
This old window blew open in the night and the wind has caused...
Complete chaos! I can see.
I wanted a cup of tea, but the cafe is closed due to windy conditions.
Not to worry, though. We have teabags here, haven't we?
-Ha, here we are!
I'm sure this was a full tea caddy.
-It must have...
-Blown over in the night?
Never mind. I'll call Jack.
He'll have some tea on board the Rainbow.
Hello, Jack? Sam to Jack?
Can you hear me?
I'm sure it was working yesterday.
Not to worry, I'll get over to the Rainbow and see Jack.
Well, Salty, at least the boiler's working.
We'll be nice and warm in here.
-Hello, Sam! What can I do for you?
I need a cup of tea. Cafe's closed and we've lost our teabags.
And you thought I might have some?
Yes! We tried the speaking tube, but it's not working.
Nothing's working today.
Well, it's been a wasted trip, I'm afraid.
-I've run out of teabags, as well!
-Oh, no! I need a cup of tea!
Never mind, back to the workshop! We'll find those lost teabags!
-See you later, Jack!
-See you, yeah. Oh, dear, it's a catastrophe.
It's a good job you don't drink tea!
Honestly, we'd never have any teabags any old time.
That windsock! It looks fit to fly off its pole.
Oh, dear me!
Here, do you remember the time the windsock did fly off its pole?
That was an adventure and a half, that was!
Here, 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.
It was a windy day and as we sailed, we sang.
# Just Salty Dog and me
# Upon the briny sea
# The breeze is up and the waves are high
# The clouds are scudding across the sky
# The wind is a-blowing
# At least it's not snowing
# On Salty Dog and me. #
Our old friend Brenda the stork was blown by, backwards!
"Hold on to your hat, Brenda!" I called.
I peered through my trusty telescope
at the orange windsock back in Staithes
to see which way the wind was blowing.
It was flapping and snapping on its pole.
"That wind is blowing so hard, Salty," I said,
"it looks like the windsock might take off."
And, with that, would you believe what happened?
The windsock went, whoosh!
It was blown off its pole and up into the sky, wasn't it?
Yes, it danced on the wind and with a fluttery flap,
it bumped into Brenda and toppled off her hat.
"Not again!" screeched Brenda, as she looped the loop.
We watched the windsock flapping free on the wind until, splish!
It dived into the sea.
Well, we knew we had to get that windsock back,
so before you could say "flappity fishcakes",
we were under the water.
We looked everywhere for the windsock.
Suddenly, a flash of orange whizzed past.
"There!" barked Salty, as she raced off after it.
The windsock darted this way and that,
zipping and flipping through the water.
"Mind my light!" cried Angela the anglerfish
as the windsock whooshed her into a cartwheel.
"And mind my music stand!" piped Percy the pipefish
as the windsock crashed into him.
The windsock whipped and flipped and dipped and zipped through the water.
"Look out, Harold!" cried Mrs Cod.
"Yes, dear," said Mr Cod, ducking as the windsock whistled past.
Salty and I couldn't keep up as the windsock
headed for the gardener fish's garden.
"My vegetables!" yelled the gardener fish, as it swept through his patch.
Then that naughty windsock tipped up a wheelbarrow,
which upturned a bucket, spilling sea beans all over the place.
The whole sea was in a tizzly, hubbuby hullabaloo.
And all because of the little windsock
who was still splashing and crashing through the water.
Even Salty doesn't cause that much trouble when she goes swimming!
And then we heard an echoing "Too-doo!"
It was the sound of the Sea King's conch.
He was calling an emergency meeting.
Everyone gathered around the Sea King's golden throne, as he boomed,
"The sea is in a tizzly, hubbuby hullabaloo.
"We must stop this orange fish!"
"Your Majesty," I said with a bow,
"it's not a fish, it's a windsock.
"A sock that flaps in the wind."
"Then we must return it to the wind where it belongs," he replied.
And that's when Salty's whiskers started whiffling.
She was having one of her bright ideas!
She raced back to the Rainbow and, in two shakes of her tail,
she was back with one of my finest fishing nets.
"Good thinking, Salty! We can catch the windsock in the net."
Fred and Charlie Squid had popped over
to find out what the fuss was about and were keen to help.
"Here! Hold this!" I said,
and they held out the net wide across the sea.
"We'll shoo the windsock into the net,
"but who's fast enough to keep up with it?"
"Me, me! I'm the fastest fish in the sea!" came a voice.
Yes, it was Speedy. He elbowed his way to the front.
"I'm ready for my mission!"
He saluted and then,
leaving a trail of whizzy bubbles,
he shot off after the windsock.
"Whoosh," went the windsock. "Swoosh," went Speedy.
The race was on.
Speedy chased the windsock through the sea at lightning speed.
Through the gardener's garden they went, past the piping Percy
and in and out of the seaweed and the rocks,
but Speedy was very clever
and soon, the windsock was heading straight for the net.
"Get ready, Fred and Charlie!" I yelled,
"Hold the net high!"
Salty and I watched as Speedy chased the windsock
closer and closer to the net.
But then the windsock flipped and slipped under a shipwreck,
missing the net completely.
"No!" we all cried.
Speedy was so busy speeding, he didn't notice and, whoosh,
he flew straight into the net.
He tore an enormous hole in the net as he shot through.
Meanwhile, the windsock whizzed out from under the wreck
and stopped at the top of a sea tree.
"Woof!" Salty barked,
to let Speedy know the windsock was now behind him.
Speedy turned around and shot back through the hole in the net and...
..he caught the windsock on the end of his long nose!
"Whey-hey!" I applauded. "You caught the windsock, Speedy, well done!"
"Don't mention it," he replied.
I peeled the windsock off Speedy's nose
and stuffed it in my pocket for safekeeping. Ha-ha!
"We'd better get this windsock back to where it belongs," I called,
as the Sea King waved us a thankful goodbye.
We made our way back to the Rainbow, who was waiting for us,
patiently bobbing in the windy sea.
"Let's go back to Staithes, Salty.
"I've had enough adventures for one day," I said.
We set our course for the horizon and home.
When we got back into the harbour,
we put the windsock back on its pole.
Which is where it is now,
flapping in the breeze where windsocks belong
for everyone to see.
I don't know about you, Salty, but I could do with a nice cup of tea.
I wonder if Sam and Ernie have found the teabags yet?
Jack calling Ernie!
Jack calling Ernie!
Oh, no, of course, silly me!
They said it wasn't working.
I wonder why.
You know what, Salty? I reckon that's blocked.
And I've just had an idea how we can clear this old thing.
Leave it to me, I'll show 'em!
-No sign of those teabags, Sam.
Can you hear something?
Yes, it's coming from the speaking tube.
Now we can use the wind for some good, Salty, old girl.
Whatever's blocking this speaking tube will be blown out by the gale.
It sounds like rushing air.
Or somebody trying to clear their throat.
Teabags! All our teabags!
They must have got jammed in there last night by the wind.
'Jack to Ernie!'
Jack to Ernie! Come in!
Hearing you loud and clear! It's a miracle!
The speaking tube's unblocked and we've found the teabags! Ha-ha!
I knew this wind wouldn't stop us!
Get over here and I'll get the kettle on!
'Sam, you're going to get your cup'
of tea after all! Ha-ha!
Over and out.