03x51 - Zou's flight of fancy

[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)



- And it's going to be brilliant and I'll look wonderful,

'cause I've got my wicked

-fairy

-princess dress, and everyone's invited,

and I'll be the best, 'cause Daddy says so and

-

-



- Um, what did she say?



- She's talking about her fancy dress party.

(laughing)



- Uh, her fancy dress party?



- Yes! And we're going to have it here!



- We... I mean you... you are?



- Didn't you get my mail about next Friday evening?



- Hmm. No.

- Oh!



- Daddy! My party.



- Don't worry, Zinni

-pops.

I'm sure it won't be a problem.



- Ahem. Next Friday?

Let's see. Oh, you're in luck.

The over

-sixties' high

-stress aerobics class has been cancelled.

So...

- My party! I'm going to have my party!

And I'll wear my wicked

-fairy outfit and I'll be the best!

And we could have a prize for best outfit! And hurray!

And Daddy bought it for me! Didn't you, Daddy?

And I've been wanting to wear it for hours and...!



(laughing)

- Look, Zou.

Poc seems very interested in your cereal this morning.

(laughing)



(tweeting)

- Okay, Poc.

But only one.



- Here's the post.



- Oh, probably just a lot of junk mail as usual.



- Hmm. Bill... bill...

leaflet from the pizza place...

Oh! A letter for you, Zou.



- For me?!

Wow!

It's from Zinnia. She's asked me to a fancy dress party!

And there's going to be a prize for the best costume!

(laughing)



- Hmm.

- It doesn't start now, does it?



- Oh, Poc, you are incorrigible.

(laughing)



- Hey! Elzee!



- Oh, Zou, it's you! What's the matter?



- Have you been invited to Zinnia's party?



- Yes! What are you going as?



- Um... I don't know. What are you going to wear?



- Hmm. Not sure. But it had better be good.

There's a prize for the best one!



- I know! We'd better go and have a think.



(tweeting) Hmm. Yes, Poc, I'm going to ask Mom and Dad.



- Ah. I might still have the cowboy outfit I had when I was your age.



- Oh.

- How about a spaceman?

You like playing spacemen.

(laughing)



(tweeting)

- Hmm.



- Grandpa tells me you're going to a fancy dress party.

Why don't I make you a nice page boy's outfit?

Oh, I've got some lovely blue velvet in my sewing box.



(laughter)

- Thanks, Nanna.

But... uh... um...

Oh! I'm going as a dinosaur!



- A dinosaur?

- Yes!

We were doing papier mâché in Zigmund and Zoroaster's art class.

I could make a dinosaur head.



- And I could sew you a dinosaur suit!



- Wow! Thanks, Nanna. Mwah!



- Oh.

(laughing)



- I'll go with you.



- A dinosaur? Now, that's what I call a super

-duper idea!



- Super duper. We've never made a dinosaur head before.



- Still, no time like the present. Let's get started!



- We could use this as a mould.



(tweeting)



- Hey! That looks just like you, Zigmund.



- It should do. It's my head.

- Well, not his real head.



(giggling) He's wearing that already.

(chuckling)

It's a model of it.

(giggling)



- It's what we call a bust:

a sculpture of my head, neck and shoulders. Heh. Rather good, isn't it?



- And we can make the papier mâché around it.

Now, then. Lots of paper and some paste!



- Hmm.

It doesn't look terribly fierce, does it?



- That's okay. I'm going to be a friendly dinosaur.

- Hmm.



(peeping)



(alarmed tweeting)



(laughing)

- It looks fierce enough to frighten your little bird!



- It's okay, Poc. It isn't real. Look.



(tweeting)



- There, Zou. What do you think?



- Wow! Nanna, it's brilliant!



- Well, aren't you going to try it on?



- Hmm.



(roaring)

- Oh!

Oh, help! A... dinosaur in my kitchen!



- It's okay, Mom. It's me, Zou.



- Oh. Oh, thank goodness.



- It's a brilliant outfit, isn't it?!



- Oh, it certainly is.



- I'm going to go and scare Grandpa.



(laughing)



- Thanks for taking me back to the shop, Mrs. Zolli.



- You're welcome, Zak. That's what I'm here for.

Now, did you have a nice time at your friend's?



(Zou roaring, then giggling)

- Shoo! Shoo! Go on, shoo!

We can't have dinosaurs in the garage!



(laughing)

- Grandpa, it's me!



- Just wait until I find my anti

-dinosaur powder and...

What? Zou?



(giggling)



- Yes!



(laughing)

- Well, well, well.

I'd never have guessed.

What a wonderful dinosaur outfit.



(roaring)

(tweeting)



(roaring)



- Huh?

Mrs. Zolli, look!



- What is it, Zak dear?



- There! In Zou's garden!

A dinosaur!

I saw a dinosaur!



- A dinosaur?

Well, that's nice, dear. Now come along.

Your daddy will be wondering where you've got to.



- But Mrs. Zolli, what if the dinosaur gets loose

and runs around like a... a dinosaur?!



- Oh, I think Zou's Grandpa has dealt with dinosaurs before.



- Has he? Oh, good.

And there it was!

A dinosaur!

And it was really big,

and had these great, big teeth and stuff,

and it was really, really fierce and fierce and... big!



- A dinosaur?

In Zou's garden?



(bell ringing)

- Hello there.



- Zou! Did that dinosaur eat everything in your house?!



(Zou laughing)

- That wasn't a dinosaur, Zak.

It was me in my outfit for Zinnia's fancy dress party.



- Fancy dress party?



- Yes. It's this afternoon. Didn't you get an invitation?



- No.



- Ahem. Well, I'm sure Zinnia would've wanted you to go.

Your invitation must've got lost in the post or something.



- Yes.



- So you are gonna come, aren't you?



- I'd like to.

But... but I haven't got time to get an outfit if it's this afternoon.



(Zou gasping)

(tweeting)

(Zak sighing)



- Don't worry, Zak. We'll find a solution.



- I know, Zak! You can have my dinosaur costume!



- Really?

- Yes. I can wear Dad's old cowboy outfit.



- Thank you, Zou. That's very kind.

Very kind indeed.



- Wow!

I'm gonna be a dinosaur!

(laughter)



(roaring)



(laughter)



- Howdy, Zinnia.



- We're the Zebra Kid and the Rootin' Tootin' Elzee.



- I'm the wicked fairy princess.

(cackling)



(laughter)

And I'm going to win the prize for the best costume.



- We'll see, Zinnia.



- Hmm?

(Zak roaring)



(gasping) Ah! Daddy, help!

It's a dinosaur!!!



- It's alright, Zinnia.

I'm not really a dinosaur.

It's me. Zak!



- Huh?

- Stand back, Zinni

-pops.



- Yes, I knew. I wasn't frightened.



- Ahem! Check, check, one, two.

Uh, attention, please.

Hello. Um, before we get the party really going,

I'd just like to announce the winner of the best fancy

-dress costume.

And that winner is...



(gasping)

...Zak the dinosaur!



- Yippee!!!



(roaring)

(laughter)



(roaring)



(roaring)



- It's my party!

I should've won.



- No, you should've won, Zou. It was your costume, after all.



- Yes, but I let Zak have it,

'cause that's what friends are for.



(roaring)



(roaring)

(laughter)