Staycation Zig and Zag

# Five, four, three, two Five, four, three, two, one...

# Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

# Well, come along for the ride

# You and me and Zig and Zag

# When our weird worlds collide

# It may seem a little mad

# But you can't close your eyes or you'll miss it

# Hold on tight no-one's drive, drive, driving

# It's time to get on with it, not too late

# Start counting, are your engines on? We can't wait

# Count down, it's Zig and Zag time

# Five, four, three, two

# Time for Zig and Zag! #

-Ready?

-Yup.

Service!

No-o-o-o-o!

-Yes!

-Game, set, and lightly browned.

Nothing beats a toaster tennis match.

DOORBELL RINGS Ooh!

ZIG MUMBLES THROUGH TOAST

Good morrow on this fine morrow, Mr Jones.

What my brother is trying to say is, "How can we help, earth neighbour?"

Er, I need a favour. Me and the family are off on holiday.

The kids are so excited.

We'll be away for a couple of weeks,

so I wondered if you wouldn't mind watering the plants for us.

Say no more, Mr Jones,

my brother and I have watered many plants in our time.

Yeah, sometimes we even use a watering can. Hee-hee-hee!

-But what's all this holly-day business you speak of?

-Ah, holidays.

They're so relaxing.

You go somewhere you've always wanted to stay, a change of scenery,

where you can unwind, relax, and take a break from the daily grind.

BOTH: Oooooh! Holidays sound coo-el!

-< Hurry up, Mr Jones!

-Coming, Mrs Jones.

Rest assured, neighbourly neighbour,

your plants could not be in safer hands.

CLATTERING

See?

-HE SIGHS See ya!

-Bye-bye!

Oh, I think we deserve a holiday.

A break from all that houseplant-sitting

-we're about to do.

-One trillion percent. Where are we going?

Mr Jones said a holiday should be a change of scenery.

-Relaxing.

-Somewhere we've always wanted to stay.

-Hmmm.

-Hmmm.

BOTH: The Jones's house!

Let's pack, bro. On holidays, we shall go!

GRUNTING

-The kitchen sink!

-Ah, yes, the kitchen sink.

GRUNTING

BOTH SIGH

Looking good, Ziggy Boy. Let's hol-ee-day.

I hope the journey won't take too long. I get travel sick.

-Are we there yet?

-No.

-Are we there yet?

-No.

-Are we there yet?

-No.

-Are we there yet?

-Yes.

BOTH GRUNTING

Aah!

BOTH SIGH

Oh, I thought holidays were meant to be fun.

We must be missing something.

Aha! A holiday instruction manual.

Sandy beaches, saunas, swimming pools, that's what we're missing!

-Fun stuff.

-Then all we've got to do is...

BOTH: Fun this place up! Zog Drop!

HAKA-STYLE MUSIC

Back a bit. Bit more. Bit more.

-Perfect!

-Instant beach. Sweet!

-Enjoying your sauna, sir?

-It's sweat-tastic!

Indoor swimming pool, coming right up!

And I've watered the Jones's plants.

Good thinking there, my beige bro.

Feel the burn, Zag. Work those guns.

PANTING

Aaah! Holidays - just chillaxing.

Hey, you know what we should do?

Er, make a jelly bouncy castle and wrestle for the spoon?

Laters, fo sho.

But right now, we should send ourselves a postcard to tell us

what a great holiday we're having.

To the mini-marche!

-Aw, Zag!

-Conga line!

-Ooh!

Mr President, come down, you naughty boy.

Mrs Eyebrows, you naughty girl, I see you're admiring my tan.

Got it on the beach at the Jones's. It's a great place for a holiday.

Oh, really? Do they take pets?

BOTH: Hmm... Sure.

Oh, come back, Mr President.

-101. 102. 103.

-Flipping impressive flipping, Pek.

Keep that up, you'll get a beach body like mine in no time.

-Have you been working out?

-Free gym at the Jones's hotel.

You should check in and check it out.

HE MUMBLES

You bet. Hot and cold. And custard on Fridays.

HE MUMBLES

That's the great thing about holidays.

The locals are so friendly.

Oi, stop. Hey... Hey. Stop.

Whoa!

Clean-up on aisle three, please. Clean up on aisle three.

-Oh, off on your holidays?

-Already there, Nells.

We found an ace place to stay right here on Burb Street.

You should come and join us.

A romantic break with my little fluff-muffin? Yes, please.

-Arrivederci, native shop senorita.

-Yeah, derci-werci.

-Hello, dears. We're checking in.

-Oh, yes.

This sounds like excellent place for making of holiday.

HE MUMBLES

Coo-el! What could be more fun than going on holiday with our friends?

True dat, little bro, but who's going to check them all in?

Mm-hm.

So, that's a double room with full breakfast and gold gym membership.

Fill this in, please, and I'll have your bags taken to your room.

Zig. Zig!

Oh, weird. Forecast said sunny. Ah, well.

-Avocado suite, please.

-Huh?

-Downstairs loo.

-Oh.

-Oh, hi Nellie, did we forget our change?

-No.

Zig invited me on holiday with him. Isn't this the Jones's house?

Not any more.

This is the Hotel Jones Supremo Deluxo Resort And Spa Complex.

Ooh, nice. Sounds like the perfect place to relax.

THUDDING AND GRUNTING

HE SIGHS It was.

Hey, Ziggy.

Whoa! Oh.

A one and a two and a three...

Yes. Just... I'll be one...

Yes. Here.

Yes. Yes, it's coming right up.

There you go.

Zag, I can't take much more being on holiday. It's exhausterating.

Keep your strength up, Zigmund. We've got two weeks to get through.

Oh.

-BELL RINGS

-Hello, fluffy bug-eyed manager. >

When is dinner being served? >

Honestly, they treat this place like a hotel!

Oh, Marshmallow of Destiny, so spongy and smart.

How can we serve so many people at once?

Well, if it's service they want, it's service they should get.

-If it's service they want, it's service they should get?

-Huh?

-Huh?

Service? Sporty service! That's it, Zig! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Service!

-Any jam, dear?

-Why, certainly, madam. Zigmund, the jam bike.

Ha! I make that game, set, and splat to us.

SHOCKED GASPS

-Oh, hey, Mr and Mrs Jones. You're back.

-You got a bit of sunburn, too.

Strawberry sunburn.

That's the worst.

What are you doing HERE?

We're on our holidays, Mr Jones.

Shouldn't you be, too?

We got all the way to the airport,

only to find the kids are allergic to planes.

They've come out in such a rash.

Strawberry rash. Mm. Nasty.

We are leaving. This is worst hotel we have ever stayed in.

-You turned my house into a hotel?

-Not a very good one.

To be honest, we were thinking of giving it up.

It's loads of hard work.

But... But it's MY house!

Good point. You should be in charge.

Ah, I feel more relaxed already.

-Shall we retire to our suite, Zig?

-Yes, indeed.

Extra pillows, and no alarm call please, Mr Manager.

You can't stay here!

I only gave you the keys so you could water the plants.

Trust me, Mr Jones, they could not be more watered.

It was a pleasure. No need to thank us.

Boys, if it's a nice holiday you want...

Africa, here we come! I can't wait to see a penguin!

You're the second-best neighbours in the world, right after us.

Bye-bye-e-e!

Bye-e-e!

-See you in two weeks, boys.

-Two whole weeks.

Dear Mr and Mrs Jones, having a lovely time.

Haven't seen any lions yet, but we've seen plenty of jumbos.

-Love, Zig and Zag.

-Woohoo!

Wahey-hey! I love this ride!

Hey, Zag, there's another jumbo!

Huh? Oh! Good work, bro. Africa rocks!

And it's so much closer than we thought.

-Yeah, we didn't even need these tickety things.

-Best holiday ever.

Last one in the pool's a curried meringue!

-Ha-ha-ha!

-Hee-hee-hee-hee!

# Five, four, three, two...

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# Hey! Hey! Hey!

# Five, four, three, two

# That was Zig and Zag! #