01x21 - Zigby's Day Out/ Zigby's Lucky Star

[bunniefuu]

♪ On a tropical island far away ♪


♪ A cheeky zebra loves to play


♪ Zigby


♪ Running through the jungle


♪ Uh-oh


♪ He's trotting into trouble


♪ Zigby and his friends are here today ♪


♪ Zigby's off on a new adventure ♪


♪ Here's McMeer his helpful friend ♪


♪ Bertie the bird says please be careful ♪


♪ But it's okay


♪ It'll work out in the end


♪ Zigby


♪ Running through the jungle


♪ Hooray!


♪ He's trotted out of trouble


♪ Zigby and his friends are here to play ♪


♪ Zigby!


(playful music)


(laughter)


(floor creaking)


Shh!


Mm-hm.


(playful music)


Surprise!


Uh, Bertie?


McMeer?


Oh, breakfast in bed!


Mango pie, cheese, and toast with peanut butter!


It's all your favorite food!


Together!


We call it Mango Pie, Cheese, and Toast with Peanut Butter.


Mmmm, smells great.


This is a lovely surprise.


We wanted to thank you for being such a special friend.


Yeah.


Thanks, I love surprises!


I want to surprise you as well


because you're special friends, too.


Oh, it's okay.


Okay!


I know just the thing!


(playful music)


Ah-ha!


Uh, what are you doing with that chisel, Zigby?


Isn't it meant for chipping hard things like rock?


Is your toast too hard?


(laughing)


No, I need it for where I'm going.


Brilliant!


We're going on another adventure!


Oh, dear.


Is it a safe adventure?


Sorry, Bertie, McMeer,


but I'm going alone.


Alone?!


And without us?!


Zigby, are you sure about this?


Sure as I'm stripey 'cause it's a surprise.


If you come, it won't be a surprise.


We promise we won't tell.


Um, McMeer?


What Zigby meant was the surprise is for us.


Ohhh.


Well, we won't tell us either.


Bye, Bertie.


Bye, McMeer.


See you at dinner time.


Wait, wait!


You forgot the mango pie with cheese and toast and.


(sniffing loudly)


Mmmmm.


Peanut butter.


Oh, thanks, McMeer.


Now I won't get hungry.


See?


Without me around, who will be your right hand meerkat?


And without me around, who will keep you safe?


You are definitely trotting into trouble!


It's okay.


I'll be fine.


Besides, think of the fun you'll have


together when I'm away.


Just the two of you.


(panting)


Bye, Bertie.


Bye, McMeer.


Hmm, so.


Hmm, so.


What do we do?


(soft music)


This is my favorite thing to do ever.


Sorting my shoelace collection.


Let's sort them by color first.


Okay.


Red.


Red.


Gray.


Gray.


Brown.



There.


All done.


Okay.


Now we'll sort them from the longest to the shortest.


Okay.


Short.


Short.


Long.


Long.


Long.


Ah.


All done.


(laughing)


Wasn't that fun?


Oh, now let's sort them into colors.


Colors again?


Sorting your shoelaces is really fun, McMeer,


but can we try my favorite thing ever now?


Oh.


Okay!


(playful xylophone music)


This is the perfect place for my surprise.


(soft music)


(sharp tapping)


(soft music)


(laughing)


This is what I do when I'm not with you and Zigby.


It keeps my nest tidy and give me peace of mind and.


(gasping)


What are you doing, McMeer?!


It's just like sorting out my shoelaces.


The short ones in one pile


and the long ones in another.


No, no, no, no, no!


Aah!


Ah.


The long stick should cross over the short ones.


Like this.


Uh.


Gee, I don't know.


My way looks nicer.


But my way makes the nest sturdy.


Huh?


(sighing)


Nevermind.


Let's find something else to do.


Okay!


What?


Uh, I don't know.


I'm sure there are lots of fun things we could do together.


We'll just have to think of them.


Hmmm.


(sharp tapping)


(sighing)


It looks good,


but it's gonna take me a really long time.


I know.


I need a bigger chisel.


(panting)


(playful xylophone music)


(slow music)


Hmmm.


That's it!


Ahhh!


Let's do something both of us like.


Let's go and.


Sort out my shoelace collection again?


Uh, that was fun,


but I was thinking mango picking.


(gasping)


Mango picking!


I love mango picking!


Good idea, Bertie.


(playful music)


Hmmm.


Not ripe.


Mm-hmm.


(playful music)


Hmmm.


Too ripe.


Mm-hmm.


(playful music)


(grunting)


(panting)


Too high.


Uh-huh.


(playful music)


(sighing)


No mangoes at all.


Where's the fun in that?


Maybe we really need Zigby with us to have fun.


(sighing)


Maybe.


(playful music)


Hi, Zigby!


You're back!


Only to pick up another chisel.


Why are you alone, Bertie?


Aren't you and McMeer having fun together?


Uh, well.



We did try,


but it's kind of hard to think of things


to do without you around.


Uh, and I don't mind tidying my nest alone.


See?


Long, short.


Long, short.


Are you sure?


Aw, don't worry about us, Zigby.


Aw, crazy coconuts.


My two best friends aren't having fun together.


I've gotta help them out.


But how?


(slow music)


I can't stay with them because


I have to finish the surprise.


But just because I'm not with them doesn't mean.


Cool bananas!


That's it!


If I'm not with them, then they can look for me.


That will be fun.


A hunt to find their best friend.


(laughing)


Muddy footprints.


Those will help them find me.


A thread of red cotton from my trousers.


A Zigby trail for Bertie and McMeer to follow.


Best of all, it'll lead them to the surprise.


Red.


Red.


Brown.


(stomach growling)


These shoelaces are making me hungry.


It's not the shoelaces, McMeer.


It's dinner time.


Yay!


That's my favorite time, Bertie!


Next to lunch time and breakfast time.


Woohoo!


Let's eat!


Where's Zigby?


He isn't back yet.


But he said he's be back by dinnertime.


That means something might have happened to him.


Worst, he might be in trouble.


And without us to trot him out of it!


We have to find him!


Which way do you think he went?


Look!


Footprints.


They look like Zigby's.


Let's follow them.


(panting)


Uh, I can't see anymore footprints.


Do you see any clues, McMeer?


Look.


Red cotton.


It must be from Zigby's trousers.


Mmmm, I can smell mango pie.


The special one we made for him.


Look.


Crumbs!


He must have had a snack right here.


We're on the right trail!


This is fun!


(laughter)


All right!


Zigby!


We found you!


Woo hoo hoo!


You're okay!


When you weren't back by dinner time,


we thought you trotted into trouble.


I was waiting right here for you all along.


You knew we'd come?


(laughing)


Ah-ha!


The footprints.


Even this.


You left them behind as clues.


I was sure that together you'd be able to find me


and pretty sure you'd have fun doing it.


Did you?


Sure as I'm spotty we did.


(chuckles) Yeah.


Sure as I'm.


(stomach growling)


Uh.


Whoa, hungry we did!


(laughter)


And I really wanted you to come here.


Cover your eyes and follow me!


Surprise!


(gasping)


McMeerIt's beautiful!


BertieWhat a wonderful surprise.


Three best friends together.


Thank you, Zigby!


(stomach growling)


Ugh.



(chuckling)


Pardon me.


Here.


Have some mango pie with cheese and toast and peanut butter.


Hoo!


Don't mind if I do.


(munching


(laughing)


Mmm, delicious!


(laughter)


(upbeat music)


(gasps) There!


A sh**ting star.


I saw one. (giggles)


Oh, that's my very own lucky star


because I saw it first.


That means we both got one now, Celeen.


Who hasn't got a lucky star yet?


I haven't got one yet.


I keep missing them.


There's one.


That's mine!


My lucky star!


Oh, oh, but...


(sighs) I missed it again.


Does it really work, Clem?


Do good things happen to you


when you've spotted a lucky star?


Nothing bad's ever happened to me after spotting one.


That sounds like good luck to me.


A star!


I saw it, I saw it!


Oh, oh, but...


(sighs)


I missed another one.


Now I'm the only one who hasn't got a lucky star.


Looks like you won't get one tonight.


Those clouds are starting to cover the stars.


Aw, don't worry, McMeer.


They'll be other nights.


I guess you're right.


(sad music)


(upbeat music)


I know you feel sorry for McMeer.


Me too.


But what can we do?


We can't make a lucky star for him.


Bertie, you're brilliant.


I get nervous when you say that.


That's just what we'll do.


Make a pretend lucky star for McMeer.


If we're clever enough, he'll never know.


(gentle music)


Right, time to make the star.


Here.


But be careful.


It's only cardboard.


Glue please.


You know, this does feel


like trotting into trouble, Zigby.


(laughs) Somehow I knew you were going to say that.


Glitter, please.


Tricking someone can be, well,


a tricky business.


We're only doing something to make McMeer happy.


What could possibly be tricky about that?


(McMeer snoring)


(gasps) He's already gone to bed.


Let's make noises to get him to come out.


(screeching)


Shh!


He's coming out.


Is someone there?


Hello?


Here goes.


A star!


A sh**ting star!


Oh, no.


Look!


Wow!


He wasn't supposed to get it.


It doesn't matter, Bertie.


Look how happy he is.


My very own lucky star to keep!


(lips smacking)


How lucky is that?


Lucky!


Lucky, lucky, lucky!


(upbeat music)


And I saw it fly through the air


and then it fell to the ground


and here it is!


My very own lucky star!


Gee, McMeer, that's luckier than any of us.


We never got to touch ours.


Funny, I thought a lucky star


would be bigger than this.


It's kind of like cardboard with glitter stuck on it.


(laughs) But it's definitely a lucky star.


I saw it fall from the sky and, and,



and I've already been lucky!


BothReally?


I mean, of course you have.


It's a lucky star.


How lucky, exactly?


I found a shoelace.


That means I now have four shoelaces in my collection.


Soon I'll be able to start a museum.


Well, that's fantastic.


I'm going to see what other lucky things


are going to happen to me.


Wanna come?


Sure.


Uh, we'll be along in a minute.


What's wrong?


We didn't plan for this.


Something could go wrong.


Try not to worry, Bertie.


Come on.


Let's see McMeer enjoying himself.


McMeer, slow down!


We're coming!


Oh, watch out for that mud puddle!


(McMeer grunting)


(McMeer laughs)


Now that was lucky.


I didn't fall in the puddle.


It was the rock that--


No, it was the star.


I always fall over but not this time.


I was lucky because of my lucky star.


(laughs) He's right you know, Bertie.


That was lucky.


(monkeys screeching)


(grunts) I picked the fruit.


(grunts) Then it's someone else's turn to do something.


So I'll eat it.


What about me?


It's mine!


Whoa!


Bertie(yelps) Hey!


Oops.


Uh, sorry about that.


We'll make it up to you.


I think you can safely say


your lucky star isn't lucky anymore.


Hmm, but it is, Bertie.


I got hit with my favorite fruit.


(slurps)


(laughs)


Mango, yum!


And now the monkeys owe you a favor too.


Can I get any luckier?


I bet there's more luck coming.


Woo-hoo!


Look at that mango.


It's the biggest ever on the whole entire island


in the whole entire world.


More luckiness.


Well, you see, that's not so lucky


because it's not ripe.


Oh, but it will be by breakfast tomorrow.


It'll be perfect. (giggles)


Lucky me.


But it's a long way up the tree, McMeer.


Way too high to climb up to.


Oh, that's right.


You can never be too careful when it comes to heights.


I'm not worried.


I've got my lucky star.


That mango will be mine by breakfast time tomorrow.


(gentle music)


Aw, McMeer is the worst tree climber on the whole island.


He'll fall for sure.


Well, maybe not the worst.


Have you seen Celeen try to--


You know what I mean, Zigby.


McMeer thinks he can't get hurt


because of his lucky star.


But we know it's only pretend.


He'll get hurt.


We have to tell him the truth, Zigby.


But if we tell him, he'll be disappointed.


Worse, he might think his two best friends


have played a trick on him.


(owl hoots)


(rooster crows)


(Bertie snoring)


ZigbyBertie, wake up.


(Bertie yelps)


What's happened?


I've decided you're right, Bertie.


We have to tell McMeer about the pretend star.


We can't risk him getting hurt.


Ah, thank goodness.


Hey, it's very early.


Yes.


We have to tell him before breakfast


so he doesn't climb that tree and hurt himself.


He's already left.



(gasps) Oh no!


He might be at the tree already.


Might even be climbing it.


Might be!


Now Bertie, this is no time to panic.


We need to get to the tree as quickly as we can.


(panting)


Hurry up, Bertie.


What's slowing you down?


I'm trying hard not to panic.


It makes me run slower.


The mango's still up there.


But where's McMeer?


Maybe he already tried to climb and, and, and (screams).


Zigby, I think I'm panicking.


Now Bertie, take a deep breath.


I can't see him lying hurt anywhere.


Poor, poor McMeer.


And it's all our fault.


What's your fault?


(Bertie and Zigby scream)


BothMcMeer!


You're all right!


Why wouldn't I be?


Well, uh, you see,


you know your lucky star?


It isn't real.


Yes it is.


I saw it fall out of the sky.


Bertie and I did it.


Oh, dear.


I'm afraid we did.


We were sad that you didn't spot your own lucky star, so--


So, we made a pretend one from cardboard and glitter.


Sorry.


We had to tell you


because you were going to climb the tree.


I wasn't going to climb the tree.


BothYou weren't?


(giggles) I just asked the monkeys


to get the mango down for me.


They're great climbers.


They owe me that favor from yesterday.


You mean I panicked for nothing?


Climbing that high's too dangerous for me.


I might be lucky but I'm not silly.


But, you're not lucky.


The star is only pretend.


But I am lucky.


BothHuh?


Sure!


I've got two special friends


who tried hard to make me happy


and keep me safe.


How lucky is that?


When you put it like that,


I guess we're all lucky.


(monkeys screeching)


One.


Girl MonkeyMango.


Boy MonkeyComing up.


Thanks Wink, Tink, and Stink.


(sniffs)


Mm.


This mango is big enough for all of us.


(giggles) We could eat it down at the beach tonight.


Maybe you'll spot a real lucky star.


No thanks, Zigby.


Finding a mango this size,


I couldn't get any luckier.


(laughing)


(upbeat music)


♪ Zigby


♪ Zigby