Phew! What a Scorcher Q Pootle 5

-Hi, Pootle!

-Oopsy!

Ah, ah, ah...tchoo!

-POOTLE AND OOPSY:

-Eddi!

Stella!

Groobie!

Ha, ha, ha!

Oh! Oooh!

Uhh!

Oh, it is REALLY hot today!

Agh. Woo!

Really, really, REALLY hot.

Phew, what a scorcher.

-Morning, Pootle.

-Morning, Oopsy.

It's boiling out here.

I know, it's so hot I cooked an egg for breakfast,

and didn't even have to turn on the oven. He-he-he!

Oh, what's going on? It's all very strange.

I don't know, but I'm off to Groobie's for a nice, cold smoothie.

-You coming, Pootle?

-Erm, not right now, Oopsy.

I want to find out what's causing this heat wave.

OK, see you later then.

Hmm.

I know you're thirsty, my lovelies,

and I'm watering you as fast as I can, but I'm running out of water.

Oh, dear.

Hot...

Ohhh...

I know you're hot, Ray, we're all hot -

you, me, the flowers, the trees.

Hot...

Hmm, that doesn't look right.

Poor Planet Dave.

He looks very hot and bothered.

Wonder what's wrong with him?

Maybe Groobie'll know.

Won't keep you a moment, Oopsy,

just a few little adjustments to my friend here,

and we'll have some lovely, cold ice cubes for your smoothie.

Thanks, Groobie.

-Oh, it's so hot!

-Ooh.

-One last tweak.

-That tickles, Groobie!

That should do the trick.

BUD-D CHITTERS

-Oh...

-One ice cube? That's not right.

-Oh, well, it's a start.

-Hold still a moment.

SPACESHIP LANDS

Hello, Pootle! Hot enough for you?

Oh, too hot actually, Groobie.

-And I think I know why?

-Really?

It's Planet Dave.

I saw him through my telescope, he's all red in the face

and looking very hot and bothered.

-Oh, poor Planet Dave.

-I wonder if he's sick.

-Oh, dear.

There's only one way to find out, we'll have to take his temperature.

Hello, Planet Dave, how are you feeling?

Not very well, Pootle.

I'm soooo hot.

We're coming down to take your temperature, hang on!

-Ah, ah...

-Ouch! Hot, hot.

Now, Planet Dave. Say, "Ahhhh".

AHHHHH...

Whoa!

That's it, steady now. Close your mouth, Planet Dave.

PLANET DAVE MUMBLES

Don't try to talk. It's going up...

and up... and up... and...

He really is hot, isn't he?

-Thanks, Bud-D.

-My pleasure.

-Do you have any more ice cubes, Bud-D?

-One moment, Eddi.

BUD-D CHITTERS

Cheers, Bud-D.

RAY CAWS

-Pootle, look.

-What is it, Groobie?

I'll tell you what it is, Pootle.

A nasty case of... sunspots.

-Sunspots?

-Sunspots?

Hmm, it's worse than I thought.

Ooh, dear, I don't like the sound of that.

-What can we do?

-We need to cool him down. And fast!

You know, it's so hot that my vegetables are already cooked

when I dig them up!

RAY CAWS

-Hello, Pootle.

-How's Planet Dave?

I'm afraid he's quite poorly, Oopsy.

-Oh, dear.

-He's got sunspots.

ALL: Sunspots?!

Yes, sunspots.

We need to find a way to cool him down.

-How are you going to do that?

-I wish I knew, Eddi.

You two look very hot. Let me get you an ice-cold drink.

Hmm...

-Ice!

-Yes, ice. Ice-cold smoothies for everyone.

That's what we need to cool down Planet Dave!

If only we had a HUGE piece of ice.

There's always plenty of ice asteroids floating about.

-I know where there's one of those.

-An ice asteroid! Just what we need.

All we have to do is drag it over

to Planet Dave and pop it onto his head.

-Like a giant ice pack.

-Exactly.

And that will cool him down and make him well again. Hurray!

Come on then, what are we waiting for?

GROOBIE LAUGHS

-This ought to do the trick.

-Hang on, Planet Dave, we're on our way.

Ooh, the closer we get to Planet Dave, the hotter it gets.

Not far to go now.

Here we are, Planet Dave, now we just have to...

-Oh, no.

-Melting meteors!

I didn't think of that.

Planet Dave is so hot, he's melted the ice asteroid.

PLANET DAVE GRUMBLES

Now that's a pretty pickle.

That's enough ice cubes now, B-B-Bud-D, I'm f-f-freezing.

We don't need any more, Bud-D, please?

Oh, dear, I can't seem to stop.

Whoa, woo!

-What's been going on here?

-Ask Bud-D.

Sorry, Groobie, I just wanted to make more ice cubes

for everyone's drinks.

Hang on.

BUD-D MUMBLES

-Ooh, thank you.

-How's Planet Dave, Pootle? Is he better now?

No. My plan didn't work, Oopsy.

-So how are we going to cool him down and make him well again?

-Atchoo!

-ALL: BUD-D!

-What?

Why's everybody looking at me?

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah!

I knew I should have brought my flip-flops!

Hi, Planet Dave, we're back.

Hello, Pootle. I'm very poorly...

and so hot.

Hang on, Planet Dave,

we have someone here who's going to help to make you well again.

Absolutey-tootey!

OK, Bud-D boy, do your stuff!

Ooh...

That feels good!

Soon you'll be nice and cool, and rid of those horrible sunspots.

Ahhh!

The sunspots have disappeared!

And I'm feeling wonderful.

Thank you.

That's all right, Planet Dave, glad you're feeling better.

And not so hot!

-Cheerio, Planet Dave.

-Bye!

It worked! Bud-D here saved the day.

It's really cooooooold.

Really, really...c-c-cold.

When do you reckon all these ice...c-c-cubes are going to melt?

Nice, cool smoothie, anyone?

You know what, Bud-D?

I think I'd rather have a nice, hot cup of c-c-cocoa.

Cocoa to go-go!

Oh, lovely.

-Oh...

-Oops. Sorry.

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