03x43 - Gym time
Posted: 07/30/23 11:58
(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)
- Where's Zowie? He's usually here by now.
- Zowie?!
- Oh. Uh, sorry. I didn't hear you come in.
- Hello, Zowie.
Oh, we're not to early for the session we booked, are we?
- Uh... no.
But Zigmund and Zoroaster are on the court at the moment.
- Really? But we booked it a couple of days ago.
- I expect you did, but, uh, bit of a problem.
Computer's down, so I can't access the bookings.
I've been writing stuff down on these sticky bits of paper and... Whoops!
- Zowie, look. This is our booking.
See?
- Oh. Yes.
Uh, Zou and Zak, half past .
- Hmm. And it's : already.
- Yeah, it looks like I made a mistake.
Uh, so do you mind waiting a few minutes?
Zigmund and Zoroaster will be finished soon.
- We'll wait, won't we?
In the meantime, let's have a game of Spot the Poc.
(tweeting)
- Huh?
(laughter) Dad.
(laughing)
- Too easy! There he is!
(tweeting)
I won!
(laughing)
(tweeting)
- Match point.
(grunting)
(groaning) Yes!
(laughing)
- Oh, well done.
- Oh, hello.
(chuckling)
I hope we haven't worn out the court with all that running.
- Oh. All yours now.
- Thanks.
Okay, you two, time to get started.
(kids): Yes!
(tweeting)
(Zou laughing)
(grunting)
(grunting)
- Hello there!
- Zou!
- Hi, Zou, Zak.
(all): Hello!
- We're playing tennis!
- Hello, Zowie. Did you manage to sort out the music for our dance session?
- Uh, yes. But you can't start yet.
Zou and Zak are on next, and I've had to keep them waiting.
- We've been waiting for yonks.
We've been playing I Spy.
- Uh, but, Zowie, we booked the gym for this time, didn't we?
- Uh... yes, but my computer's down,
and I've written stuff down on these stickies,
but I don't know who booked what when.
- Uh, I booked this class last week, Zowie.
- Yes, I
-I expect you did, but, uh... oh, sorry.
Perhaps you could play I Spy for a bit.
I mean, like, you can go after Zou and Zak.
- But Mommy's taking me shopping after this.
- And I have to give an art class in an hour. I can't wait, either.
- Uh... yes, of course. I see.
Um, perhaps you could share the space with the girls, just this once?
- I suppose we can try.
As long as we all do our best to keep to our own space,
it should be okay. What do you reckon, Zena?
- It isn't ideal, but...
Elzee, Zinnia, what do you say to sharing with the boys just this once?
- I don't mind, Mom.
- Okay.
- Hmm.
- Good! That's settled, then.
Okay. So tennis this side, and dancing over there.
Have fun! Just give me a shout if there are any problems.
(laughter)
(grunting)
- Stretch!
- Like this?
- Not quite.
Keep your arm tight into the body, like this.
- But you said stretch!
- No, I think you must've misheard me.
- Hmm.
- Jump!
- Oh!
Elzee, why are you jumping?
- You just told me to.
(laughing)
- No, I didn't.
I think that was Zou's dad.
He does have a loud voice.
- How are we supposed to dance if we keep hearing him?
- We'll just have to concentrate.
Maybe some music will help.
(up
-tempo music)
(laughter)
(Zou grunting)
- Run for the ball, Zou!
- Oh! Yay!!!
- I said run, Zou!
- I didn't hear you!
- Never mind! Let's try again!
Zak, on the count of three,
hit the ball to Zou!
- One! two!
Three!
- Oh!
Hey! I wasn't ready!
(tweeting)
- But you said hit the ball on three, so I did!
- I hadn't started counting yet!
(music blaring)
- Jump!
- Not you two!
That was Zena telling the girls to jump!
- Dad, we can't play tennis like this!
- I'm getting all muddled up!
- I know it isn't easy,
but if you both concentrate a bit harder!
It's just this once. Now your serve, Zak!
(kids grunting) Well played!
(grunting)
- Stretch!
- Whoops.
- Oh.
- Oh!
(exclaiming)
- Zou!
Careful where you're hitting your ball!
(grunting)
- Sorry, Zinnia.
- Yeah, sorry.
- Whew.
- It's hard sharing the gym, Mom.
- I know it is, Elzee.
Zou, Zak, can you be careful where you're hitting your balls?
- Sorry.
- Sorry.
- Right. So...
stretch and stretch the left and...
(exclaiming)
Oh, really!
- Sorry about that. I did ask these two to aim their sh*ts a bit better.
- Oh, never mind.
It isn't exactly an ideal situation.
- Sorry again. Come on, boys, let's give it another go.
(volume increasing)
- Alright.
Maybe a bit more volume will help your focus!
(laughter)
- Jump!
- Ah! Oh.
- Oh!
- Oh!
Oh, this is silly!
- It is really hard, Mom!
- I know!
- Hit it, Zak!
- What?!
(groaning)
(exclaiming)
- Hmm. Silly ball!
- Hmm!
- Oh.
(sighing)
I give up!
(music off)
(sighing)
- I don't think Zinnia wants to share the hall anymore, Mom.
(sighing)
- Maybe we should call it a day.
- Oh. But we've still got lots of time left.
(Zou sighing)
- I don't want to give up, either, Elzee.
Hmm. Maybe I've got an idea.
(tweeting)
(chuckling)
- Zou's right. If we've got to share the gym,
we might as well do something together.
- But If I can't dance, I don't want to do anything.
And I wouldn't have to share if I went home.
- What do you think, Zak? We can play anything you want.
- I want to play tennis.
- But Zak, how about...
(whispering)
- Mm
-hmm? Alright.
I suppose we could try.
- Great!
(tweeting)
Let the game begin!
(grunting)
(laughing)
- Nice pirouette there, Elzee.
- Wow! Your mom's right, Elzee. If you stretch that bit more,
you can throw the ball a really long way!
- Thanks for your advice, Zou.
- I'm going to try that in tennis.
- Bend your knees a bit more, Elzee.
(laughing)
- Hey, Zena!
Are you after my coaching job?
(laughing)
- I could be!
(whimpering)
(both grunting)
(Zena laughing)
Good shot, Elzee!
- Yay!
(laughing)
- Yay!!
- Wow!
- Hmm? Zinnia, I didn't think you wanted to play.
- Well, I didn't, but it looks like fun!
- Excellent! Better to share than just sit on the sidelines.
- Ah?
- Go for it, Zinnia.
(laughing)
- Ready?
(giggling)
(both grunting)
(panting)
- Yeah!!!
(laughing)
- You know, this is so much fun,
I almost want Zowie to double
-book us again.
(laughter)
(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)
- Where's Zowie? He's usually here by now.
- Zowie?!
- Oh. Uh, sorry. I didn't hear you come in.
- Hello, Zowie.
Oh, we're not to early for the session we booked, are we?
- Uh... no.
But Zigmund and Zoroaster are on the court at the moment.
- Really? But we booked it a couple of days ago.
- I expect you did, but, uh, bit of a problem.
Computer's down, so I can't access the bookings.
I've been writing stuff down on these sticky bits of paper and... Whoops!
- Zowie, look. This is our booking.
See?
- Oh. Yes.
Uh, Zou and Zak, half past .
- Hmm. And it's : already.
- Yeah, it looks like I made a mistake.
Uh, so do you mind waiting a few minutes?
Zigmund and Zoroaster will be finished soon.
- We'll wait, won't we?
In the meantime, let's have a game of Spot the Poc.
(tweeting)
- Huh?
(laughter) Dad.
(laughing)
- Too easy! There he is!
(tweeting)
I won!
(laughing)
(tweeting)
- Match point.
(grunting)
(groaning) Yes!
(laughing)
- Oh, well done.
- Oh, hello.
(chuckling)
I hope we haven't worn out the court with all that running.
- Oh. All yours now.
- Thanks.
Okay, you two, time to get started.
(kids): Yes!
(tweeting)
(Zou laughing)
(grunting)
(grunting)
- Hello there!
- Zou!
- Hi, Zou, Zak.
(all): Hello!
- We're playing tennis!
- Hello, Zowie. Did you manage to sort out the music for our dance session?
- Uh, yes. But you can't start yet.
Zou and Zak are on next, and I've had to keep them waiting.
- We've been waiting for yonks.
We've been playing I Spy.
- Uh, but, Zowie, we booked the gym for this time, didn't we?
- Uh... yes, but my computer's down,
and I've written stuff down on these stickies,
but I don't know who booked what when.
- Uh, I booked this class last week, Zowie.
- Yes, I
-I expect you did, but, uh... oh, sorry.
Perhaps you could play I Spy for a bit.
I mean, like, you can go after Zou and Zak.
- But Mommy's taking me shopping after this.
- And I have to give an art class in an hour. I can't wait, either.
- Uh... yes, of course. I see.
Um, perhaps you could share the space with the girls, just this once?
- I suppose we can try.
As long as we all do our best to keep to our own space,
it should be okay. What do you reckon, Zena?
- It isn't ideal, but...
Elzee, Zinnia, what do you say to sharing with the boys just this once?
- I don't mind, Mom.
- Okay.
- Hmm.
- Good! That's settled, then.
Okay. So tennis this side, and dancing over there.
Have fun! Just give me a shout if there are any problems.
(laughter)
(grunting)
- Stretch!
- Like this?
- Not quite.
Keep your arm tight into the body, like this.
- But you said stretch!
- No, I think you must've misheard me.
- Hmm.
- Jump!
- Oh!
Elzee, why are you jumping?
- You just told me to.
(laughing)
- No, I didn't.
I think that was Zou's dad.
He does have a loud voice.
- How are we supposed to dance if we keep hearing him?
- We'll just have to concentrate.
Maybe some music will help.
(up
-tempo music)
(laughter)
(Zou grunting)
- Run for the ball, Zou!
- Oh! Yay!!!
- I said run, Zou!
- I didn't hear you!
- Never mind! Let's try again!
Zak, on the count of three,
hit the ball to Zou!
- One! two!
Three!
- Oh!
Hey! I wasn't ready!
(tweeting)
- But you said hit the ball on three, so I did!
- I hadn't started counting yet!
(music blaring)
- Jump!
- Not you two!
That was Zena telling the girls to jump!
- Dad, we can't play tennis like this!
- I'm getting all muddled up!
- I know it isn't easy,
but if you both concentrate a bit harder!
It's just this once. Now your serve, Zak!
(kids grunting) Well played!
(grunting)
- Stretch!
- Whoops.
- Oh.
- Oh!
(exclaiming)
- Zou!
Careful where you're hitting your ball!
(grunting)
- Sorry, Zinnia.
- Yeah, sorry.
- Whew.
- It's hard sharing the gym, Mom.
- I know it is, Elzee.
Zou, Zak, can you be careful where you're hitting your balls?
- Sorry.
- Sorry.
- Right. So...
stretch and stretch the left and...
(exclaiming)
Oh, really!
- Sorry about that. I did ask these two to aim their sh*ts a bit better.
- Oh, never mind.
It isn't exactly an ideal situation.
- Sorry again. Come on, boys, let's give it another go.
(volume increasing)
- Alright.
Maybe a bit more volume will help your focus!
(laughter)
- Jump!
- Ah! Oh.
- Oh!
- Oh!
Oh, this is silly!
- It is really hard, Mom!
- I know!
- Hit it, Zak!
- What?!
(groaning)
(exclaiming)
- Hmm. Silly ball!
- Hmm!
- Oh.
(sighing)
I give up!
(music off)
(sighing)
- I don't think Zinnia wants to share the hall anymore, Mom.
(sighing)
- Maybe we should call it a day.
- Oh. But we've still got lots of time left.
(Zou sighing)
- I don't want to give up, either, Elzee.
Hmm. Maybe I've got an idea.
(tweeting)
(chuckling)
- Zou's right. If we've got to share the gym,
we might as well do something together.
- But If I can't dance, I don't want to do anything.
And I wouldn't have to share if I went home.
- What do you think, Zak? We can play anything you want.
- I want to play tennis.
- But Zak, how about...
(whispering)
- Mm
-hmm? Alright.
I suppose we could try.
- Great!
(tweeting)
Let the game begin!
(grunting)
(laughing)
- Nice pirouette there, Elzee.
- Wow! Your mom's right, Elzee. If you stretch that bit more,
you can throw the ball a really long way!
- Thanks for your advice, Zou.
- I'm going to try that in tennis.
- Bend your knees a bit more, Elzee.
(laughing)
- Hey, Zena!
Are you after my coaching job?
(laughing)
- I could be!
(whimpering)
(both grunting)
(Zena laughing)
Good shot, Elzee!
- Yay!
(laughing)
- Yay!!
- Wow!
- Hmm? Zinnia, I didn't think you wanted to play.
- Well, I didn't, but it looks like fun!
- Excellent! Better to share than just sit on the sidelines.
- Ah?
- Go for it, Zinnia.
(laughing)
- Ready?
(giggling)
(both grunting)
(panting)
- Yeah!!!
(laughing)
- You know, this is so much fun,
I almost want Zowie to double
-book us again.
(laughter)