(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)
(Zou laughing)
- Your turn, Poc.
(tweeting)
- Oh, dear. Poor Poc.
- Never mind, Poc. I'll do it.
- Hello? Hello?
Hmm.
I've tried email and the mobile, and now the phone isn't working either.
- I know. I think it was the snowstorm last night.
It seems to have affected everything.
- Oh, great!
And I wanted to invite Zelda and the family for dinner tomorrow evening.
- I expect the lines will be working again by tomorrow.
- I hope so.
- Grandma?
What did we do before telephones were invented?
- Everyone got on quite happily without them.
- Hmm.
- They used to write letters then.
- Yes. There were lots of other ways of communicating too:
smoke signals, drums, the telegraph!
- Oh, and carrier pigeons.
(laughing)
- Um...
carrier pigeons?
- That's right. Carrier pigeons were birds trained to carry messages.
- They were fast and dependable.
(tweeting)
- Oh!
(laughing)
You'd make a great carrier bird, Poc.
(tweeting)
(laughing)
- Poc seems to think so too.
- He might need a bit of training first.
- Okay, we'll start right away.
- He just needs a little bag to carry his messages in.
(Zou laughing)
(tweeting)
(tweeting)
(laughing)
- I think they're all jealous of the bag Granma made for you.
(tweeting)
- Okay, Zou. I'm ready!
- Off you go, Poc!
(tweeting)
(tweeting)
- Hello.
- Hello, Elzee.
(tweeting)
"If you get this message, hop three times,
then jump once with your feet together." Hmm.
(tweeting)
(grunting)
(Elzee laughing)
- Good job, Poc.
(tweeting)
(laughing)
- Zou, what are you playing?
- We're teaching Poc to deliver messages.
You know, like a carrier pigeon.
- Brilliant! Can I help?
- Of course you can.
(tweeting)
- Let's try Poc over a longer distance.
- Yes! Elzee, you go back to your house,
and I'll send you a message.
- Okay.
- Right, Poc. You've got a new mission.
- Hmm.
- Elzee, I thought you were going to play with Zou.
- I am. I'm just waiting for a message from him.
- But the telephone isn't working.
- I know.
(tapping)
- Oh. Oh, hello! It's Poc.
- Yep. With my message.
(tweeting)
(Elzee giggling)
Hmm. "You are my best friend."
(laughing)
- My word!
You two have found a very clever way of talking to one another.
(giggling)
- Yeah. And now for my reply.
(tweeting)
- Anyone want to give me a hand clearing the snow from the path?
- Oh, I'll help.
- Oh!
(tweeting)
(gasping)
- Oh!
(tweeting)
(Zou laughing)
- Look, Dad! Elzee's replied!
- Poc's really got the hang of message delivery.
(tweeting)
- Bizou, I've had a thought.
Do you think Poc could take a message to Zelda for me?
You know, the invitation to dinner tomorrow?
- Poc, could you find your way to Uncle Zavier's shop on your own?
(tweeting)
Where's the invitation, Mom?
(tweeting)
(doorbell ringing)
(tweeting)
- Well, well, well! We've had a message from Zou.
- What does it say?!
- He's invited us to eat with them tomorrow!
- Yippee!
- Is that lunch, or dinner?
- Oh. Uh, it doesn't say.
I'll ask him.
- Hey, Poc's back. And he's brought a reply!
- Already?
Ah, you're as fast as lightning!
- Hmm.
Uncle Zavier wants to know if it's for lunch or dinner.
- Oh, I forgot to say. Silly me.
It's dinner.
Uh, let's say... about
- Okay, Mom, I'll send him another message.
- Oh, and do you think Poc could take my shopping list to Mr. Zoey as well?
I'd like some stuff delivered tomorrow.
(tweeting)
- No problem!
- Oh.
- Oh, dear. It's starting to snow again.
They'll never fix the phone lines at this rate.
(tweeting)
(both): Oh!
(Dad laughing)
- With a messenger like Poc, who needs a phone?
(Grandpa chuckling)
(tweeting)
(tweeting)
- Ah!
Oh.
Ah.
(tweeting)
(laughing)
(tweeting)
- Poor Poc. We're tiring him out with all these messages.
- But he's enjoying himself.
(tweeting)
- Uh
-oh. I think Grandpa's been secretly snacking again.
There's hardly anything left in the fridge!
- It doesn't matter. Mr. Zoey will be making a delivery tomorrow.
- Tomorrow's too late. We haven't got anything for this evening.
I'll just have to go and do a bit of shopping myself.
- But it's starting to snow again.
- So I'll get my snowshoes out.
- Hey, Mom! Let Poc go instead.
We just have to ask Mr. Zoey to deliver this evening.
- But he's been flying back and forth all day. He'll be tired.
- It's okay, Mom. Poc's had a rest. He can do it.
- Alright.
But this is his last trip of the day.
(tweeting)
(tweeting)
- Poc looks tired out.
- Another message from Zou?
- It looks like it.
"Could you come tonight instead?"
- Oh. We'll have to hurry.
- Oh, Mommy, can we? Please?
- Darling?
- I don't see why not. We haven't got anything else planned.
- Alright, then. Let's look sharp.
- Yippee!
(doorbell ringing)
(all): Oh.
- Ah, that'll be Mr. Zoey. Right on time, too!
Ah! Uh...
- Hello!
- Hello!
I must say, Poc's an excellent messenger.
What a clever way to send an invitation.
- Oh, uh... I wasn't expecting you.
- Sorry. We are a little early.
- A day early!
- We hurried after Poc brought us your latest message.
- Uh...
Yes, yes. It's just that... Oh!
(laughing) Nearly :.
(tweeting) What are we going to do?!
Nothing to eat in the house and three extra mouths to feed!
- I think Poc made a mistake with the addresses.
It's my fault. I didn't explain properly.
(tweeting)
Not your fault, Poc. We gave you too much to do.
- I should've done the shopping myself.
- So what do we do now?
- Poc will go back to Mr. Zoey's.
(tweeting)
- Ah. I think he's lost his self
-confidence.
- Oh, Poc. Are you scared of making another mistake?
(tweeting)
- Hmm. Right. You look after our guests while I go to the shop.
- There isn't time. Mr. Zoey closes in less than five minutes.
- Come on, Poc, you can do it!
You're a brilliant messenger! We all think so.
- 'Course we do, Poc!
- Anyone can make a mistake.
(tweeting)
(slurping)
- Mm.
At least without the telephone, we got some tidying up done in the shop.
We couldn't take any orders!
- You're so lucky to have a carrier bird.
- Mm.
- We could've done with one too!
(doorbell ringing)
- Oh!
- Hmm.
- Good evening. I've got your delivery, just as Poc asked.
- Thank you so much, Mr. Zoey.
You've saved the evening.
- Not me. Poc!
(tweeting)
I was just about to close when he arrived.
I've never seen a bird like him.
- I know. He's the fastest messenger in Zebratown!
Aren't you, Poc?
(snoring)
- And the most tired one too!
(laughter)
(Poc snoring)