03x35 - Zou the personnal trainer

[bunniefuu]

(bell ringing)

(tweeting)

♪ Say hey say hi say how do you do ♪

♪ To a fine young zebra by the name of Zou ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪



(whistling) ♪ Meet Mom and Dad Nanna too ♪

♪ Grandma Grandpa All of you ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪

(whistling)

♪ I've got a friend in you ♪

♪ I've got a friend in Zou ♪

♪ I've got a friend in you ♪

♪ I've got a friend in Zou ♪



(laughter)



(tweeting)

- ...and seven... and eight...

and nine...

...and !

And... relax.



- Ah. That was fun. Thanks, Zowie.



- Yes, thanks, Zowie.

- I'm as fit as anything!



(sighing)



- I'm the best star jumper, aren't I, Zowie? Ah!



- Um...

(chuckling)

- Mommy, you know what?

Zowie says I'm the best star

-jumper in the class!



- Oh, that's nice, poppet.

So sorry I'm late for my personal training session, Zowie.

Had rather a difficult client to deal with.

(chuckling)



- Hmm. Well, not to worry. I've only just finished the youngsters' class.



- Oh, jolly good. So shall we begin?

Hold this for me, Zou. There's a dear.



(Zou exclaiming) Shall we start with our warmup?



- Always the best way to start a session. How about some knee bends?



- Oh.

(Zelda panting)

- Good.

Feet just a little further apart.

Don't dip too far.



(Zelda panting) That's it.



(laughter)



(Zelda panting)



- Ah.

(panting and sighing)



- Such a busy man, Mr. Zoey. So I said I'd pick Zak up for him.



- That's very good of you, Mrs. Zolli.



- Not at all. He's a sweet little chap.



- That's it! Keep those knees up!



(Zelda panting) Now seconds at full speed!



- Hi!

- Oh. Hello, Zelda!



(panting)

Ready to go home, Bizou?

- Yes, Mom.



- And I'm taking you too, Elzee.

- And you come with me, Zak.



- Okay.



- Mommy, can we go home too?



- Not just yet, poppet!

(panting)

I have to finish my session!

Bye!



- Bye!

(Zelda panting)



(out of breath)

- Mommy, are you alright?

(groaning)



- Fine. Just a little...

tired.

(groaning)



(tweeting)

- I love going to the gym.

- Yeah.

Zowie's a brilliant coach.

(tweeting)



(tweeting)



- Well, here we are, Elzee.

- Thanks for picking me up.

Oh, hey, Zigmund and Zoroaster are working on a brilliant new sculpture in Mom's studio.

Would you like to come in and see it?



- Oh! Can we, Mom?

- Well, if you don't think we'd be in the way.



(laughing)



(exclamations)

- Talk about suffering for your art, Zoroaster.



- Oh! I think I may have to go for a little lie

-down in a moment or two.



(groaning)

- Be brave. Soldier on. We're almost there.



(exclaiming)

- Hi, Mom.



- Hello, love. Thanks for collecting Elzee for me.



- Well, you're very welcome.

(groaning)



(panting)

- Ooh!



(laughing)

- That looks like hard work.



- Oh, it is. Believe me.



- Ah, we'll be fine once we've had a nice cup of tea and a little sitdown.



(laughing)

- What you two need is to get in shape.

Look at you. You're about as fit as a couple of well

-dunked biscuits.



- Oh, the cheek of it!



- She may just have a point, Zigmund.



(chuckling)

- Well, perhaps we are just a... touch out of condition.



- Uh, and what you need is a personal trainer!

Just like Aunt Zelda. She's got Zowie.



- Really? What's a personal trainer when it's at home?



- Someone who helps you get fit. I could help you.

I've been to lots of gym classes.

I know loads of good exercises and stuff!



- What do you say? We could do with a bit of exercise.



- Well...



- You know, Bizou, I think that's an excellent idea.

I'd like to join your class, too, please. I don't think I'm as fit as I could be.



- Oh, come on, Zigmund.

How hard can it be? He's only little.



- Ah.

(chuckling)



- See you tomorrow! Don't be late!



(tweeting)

Ah, here you are, Poc. Come on, let's go back home.



(tweeting)

That's it, Mom!

And one and two, and one and two.



- Are you sure this is a good idea?



- We said we would, so...



- And one and two...

(exclamations)

Hey, Zigmund! Zoroaster! Just in time!



- Oh, no.



- Now, to get warmed up, we're gonna go for a little run.



- A run?! I haven't run anywhere for ages!



- Yes, you have. You ran for that bus a couple of weeks ago.



- Yes, and, oh, how I regretted it afterwards.



- We're only gonna go for a nice, gentle jog.

So, on your marks, get set, go!



- Oh... off we go.

- Oh! h*

-h*!



(groaning and panting)



- That's it! A nice, gentle pace.



(groaning)

- He calls this gentle?



- On your toes. Keep the knees up.



(panting and groaning)



(exclaiming)



(bell jingling)

- Good morning. And how can I...? Oh.



(panting and gasping)

Great Scott!

(Zigmund exclaiming)



- Save me!

- Oh.

What from?

(Zigmund stammering)



(groaning)

(Zou): Not too much further, and then we'll do a left turn,

then make our way back to do some serious fitness work!



(panting)

- What?! Oh! Oh!



(groaning)



(chiming)

- Mm.



(groaning and panting)

What on Earth?! Steady on!

Have a care!

(grunting)



- Ah! Help!



(groaning)

- You're sweating on me.



(groaning) Eh! Oh! Oh!



- Zavier, what have you done?



- Uh, nothing, my dear.

Zoroaster just needs to rest a bit.



- Oh, hello, Zoroaster.

We're not actually terribly keen on people sitting on the shop floor.



- Sorry. Can't... get up.



- Oh!

- Hmm.

- Ah!



- Not far to go now!

That's it. Keep up.

(panting)



(tweeting)



(tweeting)



(panting)

(tweeting)

Yes, well done, Poc.



(panting)

- Ooh.



- And relax.

So next... Huh?

We're... Uh...

- Oh!



- Hmm.

- Uh, Mom?

Where did they go?

Oh, maybe I went too fast for them.



- Hmm.

- Mom?

Do you think I overdid the training?

It was just a jog, but, um, what if something's happened to them?



- Don't worry, Zou. I'm sure they'll be fine.

Why don't we just retrace our steps and go and look for them?



- Okay.

(chuckling)



(door chiming)

- Do come back and visit soon.



- But try to look a little smarter next time?

This is rather an exclusive establishment.



- Oh.

- Huh.



- Oh, Zoroaster!

(chuckling)

Oh, um, I just popped in to Mr. Zoey's for, uh, for

-

-



- A rest?



- A rest?! I... Yes.



- Me, too. At Zavier and Zelda's.



- There you are!

(both): Ah!



(Zou laughing)



- Oh, please! No more training!



- I'm sorry. I got a bit carried away.

I shouldn't have started with that run.

I didn't know how unfit you were.



- Unfit? Moi?



- We're as fit as particularly fit fiddles. Isn't that right, Zoroaster?



- Certainly is.



- In that case, you'll be coming to Zou's next class, won't you?



(both): Hmm...



- Don't worry.

I'll take things a lot more easily next time.



- Yes. You have to learn to walk before you can run.

Isn't that right, Bizou?



- Yup. And know what, Mom? If I'm going to take it easy,

I'm gonna see if anyone else wants to join my class.



- Good idea, Zou.

(both grumbling)



(awkward laughter)



(groaning and panting)



- And up! And reach for the sky.

And touch your toes again. Don't worry if you can't reach all the way down.

Just do your best.

And up again!



- I think you've really got the hang of personal training now, Zou.



(laughter)

- Oh, yes!

And so do I!

(exclaiming) Such fun!



- Oh, thank you, Nanna.

And now some arm stretches!

Throw your arms wide,

and breathe in and out!

In and out!



- This is more like it.

(chuckling)



- Yes. Nothing like having your own personal trainer.



(chuckling)



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