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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, heavens above
# 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
Look at what I found in the workshop, it's my old tennis ball.
Many a game won with that ball.
I bet you'd like to play with that, wouldn't you, Salty?
Hey, Salty, that's my ball! Come back!
Don't worry, Ernie, she's not taken it, she just wants a race.
Ernie, what's going on?
You see, Captain Periwinkle, the more Ernie chases after Salty,
the more she thinks he's trying to race with her.
Time for a cuppa, then!
Oh, yes, please. Yes.
You know, by the time I've finished this tea, she'll be back,
don't you worry.
-Oh, morning Ernie.
-Hello, Miss Bowline-Hitch.
Sorry, can't stop.
-He looks busy-busy!
Thank you, Salty.
Come on, Salty, old girl, it's time we went to the Rainbow.
Well done, Salty, you won that race all right!
-I'll see you later, Sam.
Bye, Ernie, better luck next time!
Are you all right?
There she is - the Rainbow. What have you got for us today, my dear?
Hey-hey! Come on, Salty.
Here we are.
There you go, Salty, you curl up in your bed
while I sit down and have a rest. In you go, that's a girl.
Watching you running around has quite tired me out!
You know, Salty and Ernie racing about like that reminds me
of the time we went to see the races at the Sea King's Games.
Do you remember that, Salty?
Let me get comfortable and I'll tell you all about it.
This will whiffle your whiskers.
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 briny sea
# The breeze is blowing from way up high
# The sun's looking down from his home in the sky
# We'll call out our names and play silly games
# Just Salty dog and me! #
Well, we hadn't got very far when we noticed a long nose with lots
of sparkly teeth sticking out of it, bobbing in and out of the waves.
It was our old friend, George the swordfish, and he was in a hurry.
"Hello, George!" I called out to him. "Where are you off to, then?"
"The Sea King's Games," he shouted. "I'm hoping to win a medal."
And with that, he dived back under the water. Sploosh!
Well, Salty had never been to the Sea King's Games before
and she thought it was well worth a visit,
but just as we were setting off, I noticed something on the horizon.
I had a look through my trusty telescope, and what did I see?
The Hurly-Burly, and there on the poop deck was the trickiest pirate
ever to sail the seven seas, Kitty Cutlass.
"Where be you off to, Jack?" she shouted.
"We're off to the Sea King's Games to see George win a medal."
"Medal, hey?" said Kitty with a crafty smile.
"I think I might join you."
And so before you could say "jiggling jellyfish", Kitty,
Salty and I were all under the water on our way to the Sea King's Games.
We could hear the crowds cheering
as we headed towards the huge golden stadium.
Two rather splendid soldier fish let us in, and there we were,
we'd arrived. The Sea King was there in all his splendour.
"Welcome to my wonderful Games," he announced.
"There will be swimming and splashing and diving competitions,
"and all the winners will receive one of these gold medals."
He pointed to a large wooden box filled with shiny gold medals.
Kitty's eyes lit up.
"Gold!" she whispered with a twinkle in her eye.
Just then, George swam by, and he didn't look happy.
"Hello, George," I said. "Which competition are you in?"
"None," he sighed.
"All the fish in the swimming race are faster than me,
"all the fish in the diving competition are more graceful
"than me, and all the fish in the splashing contest
"are bigger and splashier than me."
Poor George, he felt very left out.
He gazed at the box of medals and sighed a deep swordfish sigh.
Just then, there was a mighty cheer as the fastest fish race started.
But one person wasn't cheering - Kitty Cutlass.
She was looking with greedy eyes at the gold medals in the box.
She had a quick look over her shoulder, and then she sneaked away.
What was she up to?
Salty watched her go with a very careful eye.
The fastest fish race came to an end, and of course Speedy,
he'd won again!
George sighed as he watched Speedy whizz across the finishing line.
"Speedy gets a medal every year," said George sadly,
"and I've never won once, not once."
"I wish there was a medal for sawing."
Now, everybody was looking at Speedy,
and nobody except Salty saw what happened next.
A huge net slowly floated down from above and, with a great scoop,
it grabbed the box of gold medals
and slowly lifted them off the seabed.
Who could be fishing for medals?
Yes, you've got it! Kitty Cutlass.
On board the Hurly-Burly that was parked right above.
"I've done it, I got the medals," she laughed. "Now to get away."
The Hurly-Burly gave a great lurch, and it was off.
Under the sea, the bulging net was dragged off above the heads
of all the happy sea creatures.
Salty barked a bark but we were all too busy listening
to the Sea King to notice.
"Ladies, gentlemen and fish," he said grandly,
"I present to Speedy, the fastest fish, a gold medal."
He reached down to take a gold medal from the box
and of course the box wasn't there.
"What?" he spluttered. "Where are my medals?"
There they go!
Salty woofed wildly as she pointed up at the sunlit water
above our heads.
"That Kitty Cutlass, she's done it again," I said.
We all watched on helplessly,
but then Salty's whiskers began to whiffle.
She was having one of her ideas.
She had a quick word in George's ear and his little face lit up.
Then he shot off, leaving a trail of bubbles
and a very confused crowd of sea creatures behind him.
"What is that little sawfish doing?" boomed the Sea King.
George knew exactly what he was doing.
The Hurly-Burly was moving slowly through the water,
as it dragged its heavy haul of gold medals.
George soon caught up with it. Then, with a swish of his long nose
and a flash of his sparkly teeth, he started to saw.
He sawed and he sawed
through the net until he started to open up a hole.
And the hole got bigger and bigger, and then, with a huge rip,
the net burst open and the box of medals floated downwards.
Free at last!
Up above, Kitty hauled in her net.
It was empty!
"Where's my treasure gone?" she howled.
The answer was "right back where it belonged".
To the sound of cheering,
George presented the box of medals to the Sea King.
The mighty monarch bent down to the box and picked out the shiniest
and biggest medal. He hung it round George's neck.
"George sawfish," he said, "this is for saving the medals
"and saving the day. I present you with a gold medal for sawing."
Do you know, as he accepted his medal,
I think I saw a tear in George's eye.
He was the happiest fish alive,
and so with the sound of cheering sea creatures in our ears,
Salty and I headed back to the Rainbow.
The Games were over, and we were going back to Staithes and home.
I bet George is flashing his medal all over the place!
Ho-ho! That was good, you know.
THE RAINBOW TOOTS
Do you like that story, Salty? All true, of course.
Mind you, my stories always are! Ha-ha!
It looks like Ernie and Sam have had a change of game, Salty.
-What are you playing now, Sam?
-It's great, Jack.
-Look, the ball is on a string.
-So Salty can't run off with it again.
However hard we hit the ball, it just goes round the pole.
Here we go again! Salty! Salty!
Oh, not another race, Ernie.
-You'll be worn out!
Here she comes. Come on, Salty.
There's a girl, what a good girl.
I'll tell you what, Ernie - you keep racing about like this,
you're going to be as fit as a fiddle.
Come on, Salty, I think Ernie has had enough for one day.
Look at that!
See you later, Sam. Bye-bye, Ernie.