02x03 - Trial and Error

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♪ Jakers! It's the tales of our pal Piggley

♪ Ireland is the world he loves so well

♪ He wriggles out of spots that are downright stickley

♪ How he does that, only he can tell

♪ Piggley, Ferny, Molly, and Dannan

♪ Never miss a chance to have too much fun

♪ In Tara or Raloo

♪ Lots of excitement for everyone

♪ Curiosity's in a hurry

♪ Leaving no time to stop and think

♪ The line between wild and crazy gets blurry

♪ Jakers! The adventures of Piggley Winks

♪ Something in the way his eyes start blazing

♪ Tells us he's on to a brand-new plan

♪ His lips curl up, it's downright amazing

♪ Looking for mischief, well, he's your man

♪ Piggley, Ferny, Molly, and Dannan

♪ Never miss a chance to have too much fun

♪ In Tara or Raloo

♪ Lots of excitement for everyone

♪ Jakers! They go to bed just to wake up early

♪ To get in trouble or on the brink

♪ The line between wild and crazy gets blurry

♪ Jakers! The adventures of Piggley Winks

(guitar strumming)

- I can't believe Mom, she's so unfair!

Helga's mom lets her eat all the candied apples she wants,

but there's a rule in our family

that I can only have one.

- You know, Meg, most rules are there for our own good,

as well as for the good of others.

- That's what Mom said, but candied apples are so good,

I could eat a million of 'em.

- Ah, Meggie, sometimes following the rules

can seem more difficult than squeezing a polar bear

down a rabbit hole.

- Huh?

- And that was a lesson that me dear sister Molly

had to learn the hard way.

Let's see now.

It all started when Molly and me mother

went out to pick some blackberries.

They were just returning home with several baskets.

My mother was going to make some special treats

with those blackberries for Molly and meself

to take to school the next day.

- [Meg] What grade was Molly in, Grandpa?

- [Grandpa] Oh, she wasn't in school yet, mind you.

But she was going to start the following year,

so she was coming with me for one day,

just to see what it was all about.

(donkey braying)

- Oof!

Jakers, don't be following me so close, Finnegan!

Oh, no, you don't!

You've had your dinner.

Too many oats'll give you a bad stomach.

(Finnegan brays)

- Oh, please give him some more, Piggley.

He loves it!

- And I love Mammie's apple pie, Molly,

but if I eat more than six pieces,

I get a mighty belly ache.

- Well done, little man.

You really do know how to take care of that old donkey.

- Thanks, Mammie!

- I know how to take care of an old donkey as well, Mammie!

- Oh, of course you do, pet.

- Really?

- Mmm-hmm.

- Can I, Mammy, please?

- Can you what, dear?

- Can I take care of an old donkey?

- Oh, no, Molly, you're much too young for that.

- What is she too young to do, Mammie?

- But you said I already know how to do it!

- Know how to do what?

- Molly, you're much too small for such a big animal.

- What big animal?

- A small animal, then!

- Oh, Molly, I, you, (exasperated gasp)

I'll think about it.

- Piggley!

Mammie says she'll think about it.

- That means no, Molly.

- No, it doesn't.

She's going to let me.

- Let you what, Molly?

Aw, jakers.

- That donkey of yours is getting awfully bold, dear.

Today he tried to get Piggley to give him

an extra bucket of oats!

- He has a mind of his own, all right.

- Piggley or the donkey?

- The both of them!

- Your daughter's got a mind of her own, too.

She wants to start taking care of a farm animal.

- Oh, does she?

Well now, that might be a good thing for her to do.

- [Molly] Mammie?

Is this animal small enough?

- Oh, goodness gracious me, it's a lamb!

- May I take care of him?

Can he be mine?

- You know that he's not a pet, Molly.

He's a farm animal.

- I know, but may I, please?

- Can she take of him, Elly?

- Well, I suppose it'll be alright.

- Yay, hooray!

(excited happy bleating)

- Oh, dear, my lovely floor!

- Molly, would you take him outside, please?

A lamb does not belong in the kitchen.

- Look at the mess he's making!

- Come on, little lambie, come on!

- You'll have to be a bit more firmer than that, Molly.

He doesn't know how to behave until you teach him.

(excited bleating)

- Stop, now!

(quizzical bleating)

- Look what I have for you, lambie!

- Molly!

Those blackberries are for the school treats I'm making!

- Oh, sorry, Mammie!

- Oh, no!

Oh!

Go on and give him the blackberries outside.

- Come on, lambie, come on.

- [Grandpa voiceover] My parents weren't exactly sure

they'd made the right decision,

but there was no stopping Molly now.

She was determined to take care of that little lamb

like no little lamb had ever been taken care of before.

- [Molly] ♪ Sweet little lambie has gone for a walk,

♪ and I like lambie very, very much

- What is this, dinner music?

- After our walk, we'll find you

some more yummy blackberries.

- Wow, that little Baa really knows how to live!

Blackberries and a buggy ride!

What next?

- After you eat, I'll brush you,

and then you can take a little nap.

(whimsical playful music)

- Boy, oh boy, that kid sure has a talent

for getting pampered.

(sneaky music)

Sure, he's cute and all,

but am I not equally as adorable?

(wacky fanfare)

Flock, transport me!

(birds chirping)

I say, transport me!

(jaunty frenetic music)

(cows mooing)

(music continues)

(wheels squeaking)

♪ La, la, la, la, la-la-la,

♪ Lalalalalaaaaa

- Hello, Mammie!

- You startled me, child!

- I'm sorry, Mammie.

What are you making?

- I'm making the blackberry treats for you and Piggley

to take to school tomorrow.

- Ooh, can I help you?

- Well, of course you can, pet.

(bright music)

Oh no, you don't!

You leave my blackberries alone!

- Oh, he loves blackberries!

(happy bleating)

- They're not for you, little lamb.

Now go outside.

Go on!

Go, shoo, go on!

Out!

And don't come in my kitchen again!

(melancholy bleating)

- Oh, Mammie, does he have to stay outside?

- Yes, he does.

- Okay, then.

- Oh, Molly.

You could really help me by

collecting some eggs from the chicken coop.

Will you do that for me, pet?

- Of course, I will!

- Thank you.

- My little lambie can help me!

- Molly.

- Why not?

- He'll just get in the way.

- But--

- You can't be watching him every minute of the day,

and he could get himself into some trouble

if you're not keeping an eye on him.

- Okay, Mammie.

I'll put him back in the field.

- Suddenly my life seems so hollow, so empty, so unpampered.

Whoa, hopping hairballs, look at this!

The party's over for little Baa.

She's putting him out to pasture!

- I'll be right back.

(sad bleating)

Oh, poor lambie.

You don't want to stay here all alone, do you now?

(sad bleating)

I want to take you with me,

but Mammie says it's not such a good idea.

(affectionate bleating)

- Oh, go on, give in!

What are you made of, stone?

- Will you promise to be good?

(happy bleating)

And not get into any trouble?

(happy bleating)

Well, okay, then.

Let's go collect some eggs for Mammie!

(happy bleating)

- That lamb is a genius.

(chickens clucking)

(quizzical bleating)

(panicked clucking)

- Oh, lambie, you're in my way!

(bleating)

(mischievous bleating)

Lambie!

(Finnegan braying)

- Oh, ho-ho-ho!

Hey!

- Whoa!

(amused bleating)

- Molly?

Where are my eggs?

Oh!

Ooh!

Oh!

(splat)

- Sorry, Mammie.

(melancholy music)

- So, Molly, I hear there was a little trouble

with your lamb today?

- There was.

But it wasn't his fault!

- So, it was you that threw the eggs at us then,

was it, Molly?

- No, but--

- I just hope you helped him learn what he did wrong, Molly.

Rules have to be taught, you know.

- Oh, he was very sorry.

- And how do you know that now?

- Well, he looked very sorry, like this.

- That's not a sorry face!

That's a you caught me breaking the rules face!

I should know. I'm the master of it.

- Speaking of rules, Molly,

you have your special visit to school tomorrow.

They have a lot of rules there, let me tell you.

- Oh, I can't wait to go!

- Sure you can.

- There are no lambs allowed, you know.

Your little lamb will have to stay home

with the other sheep.

- Yes, Mammie, I know.

- Come, then.

We should all get ready for bed now.

It's a big day tomorrow.

(bleating)

- It's my little lambie!

(sad bleating)

- Shh!

(bleating continues)

(mysterious mischievous music)

(happy bleating)

Shh!

Please?

(happy bleating)

Oh dear!

(spring bouncing)

(music continues)

(gasping)

(quizzical bleating)

Shh, you'll wake up Mammie and Daddy!

(happy bleating)

- [Grandpa voiceover] I was certain that

Molly was in for some big trouble from me dad.

- Oh, jakers.

I'd hate to be in your boots, Molly.

- [Grandpa voiceover] But he must have been

too tired to make a fuss.

Instead, he just sent the little lamb

back to the field with the rest of the sheep.

And we all went to bed.

The next day, Molly was to come to school with me,

but me dad rigged up a special pen for the lamb

just so he'd be extra comfortable.

- Well, it's not as cozy as your bed, Molly,

but it'll do for a sheep!

- I'm sorry I let lambie in the house last night, Daddy.

- Well, there'll be no more of that now, Molly.

He has to learn the right way for a lamb to behave.

He'll be a lot happier that way, and so will you.

(happy bleating)

- Good boy, lambie.

(wistful music)

- [Piggley] Jakers, Molly, come on!

I'd like to get to school in time for lunch today!

- Now there's fresh grass in the bucket

and creamy milk in the trough, and--

(happy bleating)

- Quick!

(sad bleating)

- Oh, I can't leave him!

- We're not leaving forever, Molly.

We're just going to school.

(sad bleating)

- Wowie, wow wow wow!

Grass, milk, pillows.

Now that's the life.

Hey there.

You wouldn't be looking for a roommate, would you?

Great, I know just the guy!

Wait a minute, where are you going?

You're leaving all this?

I guess you just can't please some sheep.

(classroom chattering)

- Alright, class, let's settle down now.

We have a visitor today, little Molly Winks.

Molly will be starting school soon.

Molly, why don't you come up, and tell us about yourself?

(sprightly music)

- Um, just tell the truth, Molly.

Anything else just gets you into trouble.

- Hello, everyone.

Hi, Fergal!

My name is Molly, and I live on Raloo Farm.

I'm five years old, and my favorite color is--

(everyone laughing)

(clears throat)

- Class, mind your manners.

Go ahead, Molly.

- Well, I have a big brother named--

Lambie!

(everyone laughing)

- I fail to see what is so funny.

Molly is just a little nervous.

- Mr. Hornsby?

It's not Molly we're laughing at.

It's the little lamb outside.

- Goodness gracious me!

Does that lamb belong to someone in this class?

- He's mine, Mr. Hornsby.

He doesn't like to be left alone.

- I see.

- Could he stay with me, please?

- Pets aren't allowed in the classroom, Molly.

This is a place for learning, not playing.

- He'll be very good, I promise!

- Well, we don't really have time to take him home.

So, well, I suppose if he behaves himself.

- Yippee!

Oh, thank you, Mr. Hornsby.

- And that finishes our look at the wild berries of Ireland.

Now, if you'll put your materials away,

we can have our treats.

I'm looking forward to tasting the delicious treats

you all have made using our native blackberries.

- Oh, blackberries!

You love blackberries, lambie!

(classroom clamoring)

(excited bleating)

- Sorry!

Come back, lambie!

(excited bleating)

(excited bleating)

Please, don't be naughty!

No!

This is naughty, lambie.

This food doesn't belong to you!

(quizzical bleating)

I'm sorry, but you shouldn't even be here.

Lambs should be in the field with the other sheep.

It's time to take you home.

(sad bleating)

- Well, I tell ya, that's a lot of blackberries he ate.

- Oh, I don't think he's feeling very well.

- Well, come on, then.

Let's carry him home.

- One,

two,

heave!

- Will your four be all right to carry him home, now?

- Sure we will, Mr. Hornsby.

- I'm sorry my lamb caused so much trouble, Mr. Hornsby.

- It's okay, Molly.

Teaching a young creature the correct way to behave

isn't easy, and I should know.

- It's a challenge, alright!

- But we all have to follow the rules, Molly.

Even grown-ups.

Knowing how to behave correctly

helps to keep us safe and happy.

- I've been telling her that

as long as I can remember, Mr. Hornsby.

- I'm sure you have, Piggley.

Your sister is going to make an excellent student next year.

I look forward to it.

- Oh, do you think we could start moving now?

- Right.

Come on, lads, let's take the little fella home.

(robust marching music)

- Wow, would you look at that!

(music continues)

Genius!

- That little lamb had a bellyache

for the rest of the day!

But it was your Aunt Molly who really learned a lesson.

- What lesson is that, Grandpa?

- She learned that-- (phone rings)

- Oh, that must be Helga.

She said she would call.

Hello?

Hi, Helga.

When you comin' over?

Oh.

Okay.

Call me when you feel better.

Bye.

Helga can't come over and play,

'cause she has a stomachache.

- From eating too many candied apples?

- Uh huh.

Now I get what lesson it is Aunt Molly learned, Grandpa.

There are good reasons for rules,

and good reasons to follow them.

- It sounds like they'll soon have a new rule

over at Helga's house.

Only one candied apple instead of all you can eat.

- (laughing) Right!

(joyful music)

(instrumental music)