Tales of the Riverbank

Synopsis: Tales of the Riverbank tells the story of three friends - Hammy Hamster, Roderick Rat and GP the Guinea Pig - who, having swept down the river in a violent storm, embark on an epic journey in search of their lost homes. Their journey, full of comic incident and dramatic danger, becomes even more precarious when they discover that the whole riverbank is threatened by a waffle, Marmalade and Doughnut (WMD) factory which, owned by the evil Fat Cats, is polluting the countryside with increasingly dangerous emissions...the Big Dirt!
Genre: Animation, Family
Director(s): John Henderson
Production: First Look Studios
76 min


Ah. Tales of the riverbank.

Hello there. Sorry for

flying in unannounced,

but I'm sure I felt

a drop of rain outside,

so I thought I'd pop in

and watch the film with you

until the weather improves,

if that's all right.


Looks peaceful enough

now, doesn't it?

It wasn't always like...

oh! Oh, look!

That's where I live.

Just on that oak tree there.


So as... as... As I was saying,

the river wasn't always

like that, you know.

I shall now a tale unfold

that will make

your feathers curl.

I do realize that some of you

don't have feathers.

It's just an expression;

I'm not stupid.

I've passed exams, you know.


This is a story

of heroes and villains,

battles and bravery,

laughter and tears,

explosions and romance,

boats, cars, planes,

even helicopters.

But above all,

it's about never giving up,

no matter what.

Well, now, it all started

with a few spots of rain.

The spots became

heavier and heavier,

until they seemed to join up

into one great blob of water.

Once it started,

it never stopped.

Day after day,

night after night,

rain, rain, rain.

The river

got deeper and deeper,

and overflowed its banks,

flooding everywhere.

The animals ran for the hills

as their homes were swept away

and crushed by

the onrushing water.

By the time the rain stopped,

not a living soul

remained on the riverbank.

Well, apart from

hammy the hamster.

He's very young,

and hamsters aren't

the brightest.

Got a lot to learn.

The first thing being

that if he doesn't

move very soon,

he's gonna be squashed

by a falling tree.

Oh, ferrets!

Sorry about the language.

So little hammy found himself

adrift and lost

with no food, shelter,

or hope of ever seeing

his home again.

Scared and alone on a vast...

ahoy there!

Well, perhaps

not totally alone.

Ahoy there!

This is a Guinea pig

called g.P.

G stands for Guinea,

and the p stands for...

Well, you can

work it out yourself.

He's a decent enough sort, g.P.

Likes to be in charge,

tell everyone what to do,

but then, show me

a Guinea pig who doesn't.

Hmm, hmm?

- Ahoy there.

- Hi.

Are you all right

there, youngster?

Yeah, yeah. No problem.

Just thought I'd take the log

here for a bit of a spin.

You don't need any help at all?

- No. No, I'm fine, thanks.

- Even though you're sinking?

Ooh, right.

So I am. Into the water.

Hop aboard, young hamster, before you drown.

Plenty of room.

- I'll be fine, thanks.

- Nonsense.

How long ago since

you ate something?

Um... what time is it now?

- Midday.

- A week then.

You must be starving!

Tuck in, fellow

rodent adventurer.

So hammy got some food.

But he was still

no nearer getting home.

Neither of them was.

Still, at least, now they were

lost with someone else.

Easy there, hammy,

save some for later.

Afraid there might be

lots and lots of later.

Especially now it looks

like it's just me and you.

- Just you and me?

- Could be, hammy.

Everything else

is gone in the flood.

What was that?

I thought you said, g.P.,

it was just two of us.

We do seem to have,

um, a visitor.

Ahoy there.

Obviously doesn't

speak English.

He doesn't look very friendly.

You don't think it might be...


One of those kinds of

visitors who eats hamsters.

I doubt it. No, if you ask me,

it's probably more frightened

of us than we are of it.

I wish people wouldn't say that.

It is so untrue.

Where are you going?

It's just a pile of old junk.

Told you it was

nothing to worry about, hammy.

- Run for it!

- There's nowhere to run.

- Swim for it!

- I can't swim.

- Then panic!

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