Barrel of Fun
Robby plays around some barrels near some ruins, when he sees a barrel that is half covered with planks, like a sledge.(The music was like detective music.) Pingu comes around and he and Robby play with the sledge-barrel. They go down a long and winding hill two times, with Robby being the brakes - almost crashing into a sculpture both times. Unfortunately, when they go down a third time, they lose control, and Robby falls off and Pingu crashes into the sculpture which collapses over him, trapping him inside. Robby goes to a nearby medical clinic for help, and a paramedic assists him in lifting a slab of ice from the rubble in order for Robby to slide under and get Pingu. He gets Pingu out just before the paramedic's arms give way to the weight of the slab. Pingu tells the paramedic that he hurt his head. The paramedic then puts a patch on Pingu's head. The paramedic then takes them home with Robby holding Pingu in his flippers.
- Features Pingu and Robby. A paramedic also makes an appearance in this episode.
- Aired on September 1, 1988
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