Pingu and The Toy Shop
Pingu is out shopping with Mother. They arrive at the cactus stall, and while Mother is trying to make up her mind which one she wants, Pingu rapidly loses interest. Then, he spots the toyshop, which is close by. He excitedly asks Mother if he can go and look, and she agrees. Inside, the shopkeeper is busy working on a model of a galleon. Pingu finds a number of toys that he’d like, takes each one out to ask Mother if he can have it, and each time she says no. Pingu then spots a toy rocket on the top shelf, well out of his reach, and tries to get to it, without success. He notices a pogo stick, gets on, and starts bouncing erratically higher and higher. Eventually, he’s high enough to reach the rocket, and makes a grab for it. He misses, loses control of his bouncing, and crashes into the shelves of toys. He knocks most of them off before careering outside and landing on his backside in the cacti on the stall. He ends up on the ice by the stall, with cacti all around and a very sore bottom. He helps the stallholder to tidy up, and is congratulating himself on a job well done when the shopkeeper, who has managed to protect his galleon during the commotion, comes out of the shop and calls Pingu over to sort out the mess he’s made. Pingu tidies up the shop, but finds the rocket still on the floor. He takes it across to the shopkeeper, and, as he’s looking at it, the shopkeeper accidentally knocks the galleon off the counter. Pingu dives and catches the galleon just before it hits the floor, and gives it back. Mother then comes in to get Pingu, having chosen the cactus she wants. Pingu is just about to leave when the shopkeeper decides to reward Pingu for saving the galleon and gives him the rocket.
- Features Pingu, Mother, the stallholder and the shopkeeper.
- Aired on January 13, 2005.
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