Kooky

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Ondra,

let's clean up this mess, okay?

Pick up your things

so I can vacuum.

These have had it.

You've got new ones.

- And what's this? - An airplane.

- It's broken.

You'll never play

with it again, will you?

You're a schoolboy,

but sometimes you act like a baby.

(be a big boy?)

You're going to have

to pull your socks up.

I don't think your friends

still play with teddy bears?

- And this one's falling apart.

- But it's Kooky.

I know dear, but if I stitch him up

he'll just tear somewhere else.

I'm sorry,

but Kooky's got to go.

Don't get it everywhere.

You don't want to start

wheezing again?

Cuddly toys are full of dust

and no good for you.

Bubbles can stay, she's washable.

But not this one.

And get him out of your face.

Good boy.

KOOKY:

The same way I'm allergic

to dust and cats,

Kooky is allergic to the dark.

It makes him feel bad.

It doesn't make him wheeze but

he's much better when it's Light again.

Tonight, I don't think

I'll go to my mum's bed.

When our house is on its side

it's too tricky to get there.

No running!

When a kid gets lost, he tells

someone where he lives and they take him home.

But Kooky's only a teddy bear

and he doesn't know where he lives.

- Ondra, get off!

- Homeless people dont know either.

Goddamn!

Because they dont have a home.

Now count.

One... two... three...

four... five... six...

Lucky you.

With your washable tag.

But Kooky's days are numbered.

Let's try praying for him.

Put your hands together.

We'll pray for him to Live.

Hands together

or the magic won't work.

You're not asleep yet?

Are you breathing all right?

Let's put Bubbles up here so

you won't breathe in her dust all night.

- Goodnight.

- Mum? - Yes?

- 'Night.

- 'Night.

Getup, Kooky, getup!

Oh God, do something!

Hocus Pocus Who do? You do!

Hey, cut it out!

Stay back! I'm a dangerous dust Bag -

I could put you in hospital.

No one gets out of here, no way.

He's getting away! Stop him!

Nothing leaves the dump.

That's the law.

Stop right there!

He's getting away! Stop him!

Hello, anyone there?

Don't bother trying to scare me

because my eyes are shut tight.

Don't even try it!

That's a pretty silly coat

to run around here in.

I bet everything sticks to it.

Fake fur, isnt?

- What eh... who are you?

- I'm Kooky and I live in the city.

- What do you do?

- Not a lot.

So you're just for show? No job?

Ondra takes me to bed at night

and we play with Bubbles.

We pretend we're animals

hiding from the cold.

I see.

Each to their own,

but you don't belong here.

In the forest we dont

play games; this is real life.

Animals here have to fight

to survive and get cold for real!

- I want to go home.

- Good!

You don't fit in here!

You should go home.

I want to, but i don't

know how. - Oh, dear.

- I've trained them. Want to see?

- Yes please.

Hey, squirrels!

Pine cone to sector Bravo,

Sierra, Tango.

These burn rather well.

Stay here, I'll be back in a moment.

Or maybe you'd better come with me...

so nothing gets... broken.

Just don't tell anyone

what you do at home.

- You mean about the games?

- About what you are.

- What am I?

- You're a... cuddly toy.

So what? - Here we dont

go in for that sort thong.

HI, Captain! Who's that?

He's lost. I'm keeping an

eye on him.

Okay.

- Who was that? - Some god.

- A God?

Everyone here is the god of

something...a stream, a rock, etc.

Captain, will you let me go now?

I saw the strange light first.

Do you promise you'll stop strangling

everyone? - I promise!

Okay, cut him down,

he can join us.

- HI, Captain, want a lift?

- I'll walk.

- What's he the god of?

- Nothing. That's Nushka.

At last the Captains arrived.

- What have we here?

- A tree stump that plays music.

- is this really necessary?

- Shows you're in charge.

Silly old fart...

Friends, since the stump's been here

a long time

and has only just started to play music

it can only mean one thing.

Something is inside.

Friend or foe? Show yourself.

Come out!

No one's coming out.

Someone should take a look.

We won't hurt you.

We come in peace.

Hey, Pinky, are you poisonous?

- I'm not pink, I'm red.

- Come here. I want a bite you.

We like your music.

So don't be afraid. Come on out.

It's a machine.

- it's mine!

- I saw it first!

I saw lt first too!

It's all of ours.

Let's take it to the pub.

- What is it?

- A pretty music box.

- To the Needles!

- Hurry!

- To the Needles!

- Needles? What? - Come now!

- wait for me!

- Keep up!

Hurry, hurry! To the Needles...

Keep up with me chaps!

Always the same.

We rush and I get crushed!

- Phew! That was close.

- Be quiet!

Shut-up.

I went back for it, so it's mine!

It belongs to all of us.

I knew something was up all along

but I waited for the Guardian.

But it was too noisy to hear

anything out there.

I heard. - So, why didn't

you say something?

Not my job. When the Captain hands over

to me, you'll hear in time.

- Shut up!

- Listen, what's that?

Who's that, damn it?

- Turn it off!

- It'll give us away!

Hit the red button!

Itll give us away!

Careful... Quiet!

- Who could it be?

- I'll go and find out.

Hey there! - I'm Captain

Goddamn, I'm the forest Guardian.

HI, Captain. We're looking

for a Little red fellow.

One that jumps and has bl eyes.

Seen him?

He's here. He's trying to find his

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