'Rhen Gerwyn sy'n Gwybod 'Ore Twt

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-# Twt the tiny tugboat

-# Might be tiny but he's mighty

-# Twt the tiny tugboat

-# He can get you home

-# When you're stuck and out of luck

-# Twt can pull you through

-# And if we pull together

-# There's nothing we can't do

-Twt to the rescue!

-Heave-ho, let's go.

-# Twt the tiny tugboat

-# Might be tiny but he's mighty

-# He's a hoot and strong to boot,

-Twt the tiny tugboat #

-Old Gerwyn Knows Best

-Wow!

-It's...

-..a windy morning.

-Good morning, everyone.

-Whoa! The tide's so high.

-Look at the waves.

-Because...

-..Morris the wind

-is blowing a gale, Twt.

-What fun! I love waves.

-I'm going to look for Tanwen.

-Splish-splash.

-Whee!

-Wait for me, Tanwen.

-Hello, Twt.

-Aren't these waves great?

-You bet!

-Slow down, Twt.

-I'm going to a party tomorrow

-and I don't want a dent in my side.

-Don't worry, Breia-a-a-n!

-The waves make your voice

-shi-i-iver, Twt.

-Like a shivering f-i-i-ish!

-Shivering f-i-i-ish!

-What fun.

-I'll do it now. Shivering!

-Oh.

-I like these huge waves.

-It reminds me of a time when

-I sailed on such a large wave...

-..I ended up on top of Snowdon.

-Cool.

-The thing is, looking back...

-..there was always a low tide

-after a rough day like today.

-No-one will be able to come in

-or leave the harbour.

-Really? Maybe we should take you

-to the party now, Breian.

-Nonsense, Twt. Gerwyn doesn't know

-what he's talking about.

-Look at me, Twt.

-Whoa! My turn now.

-Whoa! It's calmed down.

-The waves have disappeared.

-Gerwyn was right.

-The tide is low.

-There you are, Twt.

-We need to unload Mari.

-What did he say?

-I can't hear anything down here.

-Mari! Mari! Crates!

-Ooh, my crates.

-They need to be unloaded.

-No problems.

-Large or small, no bother at all.

-There is a problem.

-Too...

-..high.

-Can you help, Wayne?

-Of course I can, harbour master.

-There we go.

-When you need a crane,

-call for Wayne!

-What a lovely sleep.

-Time to sunbathe on the quay.

-How strange.

-I can't reach the rope today.

-Gwil, my old friend,

-any chance of a lift to the harbour?

-Of course, Kelvin.

-Only if you tickle my tummy.

-There's an itch right there.

-OK, if I must.

-That's the lot.

-That's the lot.

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-Thank you, Twt.

-There you are.

-I need to go to the party.

-Can you pull me out to sea?

-Can you pull me out to sea?

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-My pleasure, Breian.

-Hello, Gerwyn.

-You were right about the low tide.

-He was right, wasn't he, Breian?

-I know I like my stories, Twt...

-..but no-one knows

-the waters of this harbour...

-..better than old Gerwyn.

-No indeed.

-Come on, Twt, the party

-will have started. Away we go.

-If you're heading for the sea,

-don't sail across the harbour.

-The tide is too low.

-I did it once

-and became stuck on the sand.

-For ages.

-Stay to the right of the buoy.

-Thank you, Gerwyn, cheerio!

-Cheerio!

-Excellent. It doesn't itch anymore.

-Thank goodness.

-Now lift me up to the harbour.

-I need some food first.

-I want some seaweed

-and a toffee apple.

-OK, you silly seagull.

-Where are you going, Twt?

-The ocean is that way.

-I'm staying right of the buoy,

-as old Gerwyn told me to.

-Don't listen to Gerwyn.

-He was right about the low tide.

-I don't have time to go around.

-If you won't take me, I'll go alone.

-Pah! Look.

-No need to worry about a thing. Oh!

-Oh, no. I'm stuck on the sand.

-Twt! Help me.

-There's no use. You're too heavy.

-The tide's too low.

-We'll wait until the tide comes in.

-It'll take hours.

-I'll miss the party.

-You have no idea how hard it is

-to find a toffee apple at low tide.

-Delicious.

-Can you please take me up

-to the harbour now?

-After my nap.

-Must I be your pillow?

-No, you're too hard.

-But you could sing a lullaby.

-# Your belly is full of toffee

-# Your head is heavy,

-it's time to sleep #

-I could try and shake myself free.

-Shakey-wakey. Shakey-wakey.

-Shakey-wakey.

-Keep going. I'll pull.

-OK. Shakey-wakey.

-I'm like Cinderella. I have no hope

-of making it to the party.

-Maybe I can help.

-I was stuck a long time ago.

-Everyone in the harbour

-joined in and pulled me free.

-That sounds like a great idea to me.

-How about it, Breian?

-I agree, Twt. Old Gerwyn knows best.

-Yes, without a doubt.

-I'll fetch as many boats as I can.

-Ready, everyone? Pull.

-Almost. We need one more boat.

-How about you, Twt?

-Oh, yeah, I forgot about me.

-OK, everyone.

-Large or small, no bother at all.

-I'm too old for this.

-I'm free!

-I'm free!

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-Hooray!

-Thank you, everyone.

-Especially you, old Gerwyn.

-I should have listened to you

-in the first place.

-No problems, Breian.

-Right, it's time I went

-to the party.

-Who'd like to come with me?

-Yes, please.

-Yes, please.

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-Can I go! I've never been before.

-I'll ask the harbour master.

-Twt calling the harbour master. Can

-we all go to the party with Breian?

-Great idea, Twt.

-It'll keep you out of trouble

-until the harbour fills up again.

-Yay!

-Yay!

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-Keep right of the buoy.

-Gerwyn was right.

-# We're all off to the party,

-la-la-la, la, la, la

-# We're all off to the party,

-la-la-la, la, la, la

-# We're all off to the party,

-la-la-la, la, la, la

-# We're all off to the party,

-la-la-la, la, la, la #

-What a lovely dream.

-It was raining cold chips.

-The harbour's filled up again.

-You don't need a lift to the quay

-after all.

-All that hard work for nothing.

-Ha, ha, ha!

-Not so fast, you silly seagull.

-You can carry me around

-for the rest of the day.

-First stop, tree island.

-I've never been there.

-Then we'll go to the party.

-And then I fancy going

-to a roller disco.

-OK, but don't pinch!

-Ow!

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