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♪ La la la
Do do do ♪
>> MAN: Pearlie is in the park.
♪ Magic
in the city ♪
♪ Over the rainbow
at the end of the street ♪
♪ Is Jubilee Park
where the fairies meet ♪
♪ Away from traffic
and the neon scene ♪
♪ Doing the magic
keepin' it green ♪
♪ Fairies, elves
goblins too ♪
♪ You can't see us
but we see you ♪
♪ So watch your step
with your person feet ♪
♪ Over the rainbow
at the end of the street ♪
♪ Now twinkle, now sparkle ♪
♪ Now give it a good shine ♪
♪ Swing your hips ♪
♪ Ring-a-ding ♪
♪ Magic in the city ♪
>> MAN: Pearlie is in the park
♪ Magic
in the city ♪
♪ La la la
Do do do ♪
♪ Fairy dustin' ♪
♪ We're bustin'
fairy twinklin' the world ♪
♪ Make it buffin'
Make it pretty ♪
♪ Magic in the city ♪
♪ Magic
in the city ♪
>> MAN: Pearlie is in the park.
♪ Magic in the city ♪
♪
♪ La la la ♪
♪ Do do do ♪
♪ La la la ♪
>> What a busy time we've had,
Jasper.
The annual Spring Ding carnival
Tick.
Dragonfly Rally, that was so
fun.
Dew Drop Awareness week, tick.
And today, a space.
An actual space.
Don't fight it, Pearlie, a day
off is sweet like a rose petal
muffin.
You want one?
I've forgotten tonight's the
last full moon of summer.
The moths fly south for winter
at midnight.
Jubilee Park always sends them
off with a party.
>> Oh yeah, the Full-Moon
Moth Ball.
How could I forget?
>> Oh I should have just stayed
home.
>> Quite the party.
>> Just because they're moths it
doesn't mean they can't have
their own special night.
Remember inside every dear old
moth there's a party animal just
waiting to get out.
>> Don't you mean that inside
every boring moth there's a even
more boring grub.
>> I don't want to the news to
get back to Fairy Headquarters
that Jubilee Park is actually
downtown Dullsville,
a place where nothing
ever happens.
We've got a lot to do to get
this party happening.
Hi Malcolm, hi Opal.
Here's your invites to the
annual Moth Ball.
>> Actually, Pearlie, they were
trying to get away early but
unfortunately their maps have
been moth eaten.
>> (Belching)
Oh, late-night snack.
Couldn't resist.
>> So while your map is being
repaired, it's a chance to give
you a great send-off.
>> Ah, we did our goodbyes
already.
We went to Ron's Porch light and
threw a few socks on the grill.
>> So how do you like your sock,
well done or slightly charred?
>> I don't mind.
You decide.
>> Oh Malcolm, that's no way to
celebrate.
You moths need to party.
Let your wings down.
Don't forget to RSVP.
>> Oh, not the ball.
(Sighing)
>> Knock it off, bat breath.
You're ruining my hair.
>> Oh no, no, no, Miss Saphira,
quite the contrary.
Why your hair is like a black
cloud.
Yes, in a wild and stormy...
Oh!
>> PEARLIE: ♪ La la la ♪
>> Ludwig, see what the happy,
perfect fairy wants.
>> READING: Ah, full moon Moth
Ball.
Dress: Brown is fine.
>> What?
The Moth Ball, is it that time
of the year so soon?
>> Moths, yummy.
>> Maybe to you, but to the rest
of us they're dreary.
And their boring ball is a
blight of a night.
>> Oh Mistress, if only you
were in charge of this park.
We'd have some real
entertainment.
Oh, like a moth BBQ.
>> Nice.
But first I need to get Pearlie
fired and I know just the trick:
get her party notice by persons.
Where is it again?
Park rotunda.
Nice place for a
(Spraying sound)
Bug spray incident.
(Laughing)
>> But moths are so quiet,
persons won't notice it.
>> Not just moths, I was
thinking of inviting some
butterflies.
>> Oh no, you can't mix moths
and butterflies.
No, butterflies party all the
day and the moths stay up all
night.
They have held a grudge for
years.
They will be at each other
fighting and--
Oh, you are one of the terrible,
I love it.
>> Alert Gobsmack.
He will want to be a part of
this delicious plan.
With any luck they'll tear each
other wing from wing.
>> Hi Opal, I know you're all
so super excited about tonight's
Moth Ball that you've forgotten
to RSVP.
(Groaning)
Guys, where's the enthusiasm?
Malcolm, I'll hire a band.
(Speaking gibberish)
>> I'll order a cake.
I'll be huge and pink.
>> I prefer a grey sock myself.
Easier on the digestion.
>> Opal, what's wrong with them?
Why don't they want to come?
>> Well, you remember what
happened last party?
>> Come on, Malcolm, show me
your dance moves.
(Groaning)
Wonderful.
>> If you want a real Moth Ball,
you gotta do what they like.
(Sighing)
>> Gotcha.
(Gasping)
>> JASPER: Whoa
>> OPAL: Crickey.
>> Wonderful.
The caterers have arrived.
>> If I didn't know better I'd
say it looks like Ron's
Porch light.
>> Thanks, Opal, that means a
lot.
>> JASPER: Cool.
Wait until the sun goes down and
we turn on the mirror ball.
They'll go crazy.
>> No, no, no.
We're not going to turn it on
this year.
This ball is just for
decoration.
>> Oh, Gobsmack, what an honour
to have a representative
from Fairy Headquarters drop by.
As you can see, the Fairy
Council needn't worry.
Jubilee Park is ready to party
like it always does.
>> Oh really, is that so?
Do you have all your health and
safety permits, your no-fly zone
your three-phase fairy power.
>> All here.
>> Well, everything does seem to
be in order.
(Grunting)
>> Ooh, nice and quiet in here.
This is my kind of party.
Did Ron do the decorations?
>> Come in, moths.
Enjoy a nibble.
>> Don't mind if I do.
>> Later dudes.
>> Pearlie!
>> Butterflies!
>> Hurly-burly!
(Shrieking and giggling)
>> SAPHIRA: Alert the media.
I've arrived.
(Laughing)
>> Saphira, hi.
Slight problem.
>> Slight problem indeed.
My guests are all dressed up
ready to party.
Let them in!
>> You can come in Saphira.
You look gorgeous.
As for everybody else...
>> Oh, moths, yummy.
>> No so fast, matey.
This is a Moth Ball.
It's strictly no bats allowed.
>> Save your snacking.
There will be plenty of moths
on the menu later.
>> Goodbye.
(Shrieking and laughing)
>> Who asked them?
I thought this was a Moth Ball?
>> I'm sure they'll go home
soon.
They always get sleepy at dusk.
Have a sock, they're pure
cashmere.
>> Mmm.
>> SAPHIRA: Do have a cup of
nectar.
It's extra sugary.
But you better not have too much
or you'll be up all night.
(Laughing)
>> Now, Pearlie, you know with
any outdoor event the risk of
detection by persons is
extremely high, okay, so the
noise must be kept at a minimum.
>> I promise, Gobsmack.
>> Well I hope so, because there
was that rather awful matter at
the bee bar mitzvah over at City
Park.
Yeah, things got a little noisy
and then...
(Spraying sound)
>> Oh no.
>> Oh yes.
>> I'll keep the noise down.
There's going to be no humans
spraying...
(Spraying sound)
here tonight.
>> Well, by the power invested
in me, I've determined that the
moths must vacate the premises
by midnight.
Sure, that's when they're flying
south anyway.
>> Oh, hot peanuts.
Continue!
>> Oh divine wings.
If you could just keep the noise
down.
>> Persons should be here any
moment with their bug spray,
Gobsmack.
Here, have a nose pincher.
>> Brilliant.
With Pearlie gone and you and I
in charge, the first thing we
should do is foreclose on the
flowers.
And you know the second thing we
do is we evict the dragonflies
and send those pesky little lady
beetles on their spotty way.
>> Really?
>> Yes, I hate spots.
Then, Saphira dearest, the park
would be our own private
garden.
We could charge everyone who
walks through.
Oh and we'd jack it up to double
on Sundays.
Oh Saphira, we'd be rich.
(Laughing)
>> I'll do the thinking around
here.
>> Jasper, where have you
been?
>> Just catching a few "zeds."
>> Big problems.
Moths and butterflies.
>> What?
They'll tear each other wing
from wing.
>> You better get in there and
see if you can help Pearlie keep
the noise down.
I'll keep an eye out for
persons, and the other on this
character.
>> Must not eat guests.
>> Must not eat guests.
>> Must not eat guests.
(Dance music blaring)
>> Excuse me.
Yoo-hoo?
I was thinking we should play a
game of statues.
Okay then, freeze.
>> I'll take care of this.
You find out how to switch on
the mirror ball.
Time to crank up the party.
♪
>> Roots and twigs!
>> (Incomprehensible) persons!
>> Must not eat guests.
♪
(Yelling)
>> Saphira, you're a genius,
genius!
>> Pearlie!
>> Mine!
(Gasping)
(Chattering)
>> PEARLIE: Stop that please!
>> OPAL: Pearlie, there's
persons coming this way.
>> Oh no.
I have just one announcement to
make: Persons are on their way.
(Yelling)
But I need you to remain calm.
What we're going to do is...
Yes.
>> PERSON: What a racket those
insects are making.
Bug spray will sort them.
Ah, yuck, it's bats.
Forget it.
>> You did it.
Well done everyone.
(Cheering)
>> I really liked the way you
moved back there.
>> Hey Pearlie, what a ripper
party.
>> Moths and butterflies at one
with the universe.
Cool.
>> Goodbye, Malcolm, thanks for
coming.
>> Oh thank you, Pearlie.
(Belching)
This is Heather, she's coming
along to show us the way.
(Giggling)
>> Oh, I'm still so hungry!
Ow!
Okay, flapping, flapping.
♪
(Laughing)
>> Tick, another successful
Teddy Bears' Picnic.
Every single bear went home with
its person.
(Child crying in distance)
>> Well, nearly everyone.
>> Spread out team.
Search and rescue.
Hang on.
To the Duck Pond, on the double!
(Sighing)
Oh no, my wand is nearly out of
fizzle.
Opal, we need your lasso.
>> Pull.
(Grunting)
(Sighing)
>> Persons!
>> Hey Barney, there's your
teddy down by the pond.
(Sighing)
>> Wow, Pearlie, great job.
Nice to see someone doing good
things in the park.
Unlike that nasty pixie Mo.
>> Mo?
>> He's the pixie who has been
cutting heads off daisies all
over Fairyland.
>> Oh, he's a nasty looking brut
with those beady little eyes.
Thanks for the tip.
We'll be sure to warn the
daisies in Jubilee Park.
Smile!
>> GRRR!
>> Oh, is something wrong, most
beautiful queen of darkness?
I thought it would have pleased
you to read about the Mo.
>> Not that, this!
Just for once I'd like to open
the paper and not be greeted
by my goodie gumdrops cousin
Pearlie and her perfectly pearly
smile.
Her hair is so flawless.
How does she do it?
Who reads this rubbish.
>> Oh ow!
My fault, my fault.
>> Hmm, moon ray hair
conditioner and glow worm
toothpaste.
Says here on page three.
Oh, perhaps, Mistress I
could run to the store and...
Ouch, my fault.
(Sighing)
>> (Incomprehensible) I'm wiped.
Let's take a break.
>> Totally, I am so willing for
some chillin'.
♪ La la la ♪
♪ do do do ♪
Right-o team, lots to do.
So let get up and at 'em.
>> Hello, what happened to the,
"Nice work, team" pat on the
wings?
Nice cup dandelion tea to
celebrate a good job done?
>> Oh, yes.
Good job.
But what we really need to do is
to set up for the lady beetle
table tennis championship, check
the flotation devices on the
lily pads.
And Jasper, we need to speak to
the daisies.
They're worried about the nasty
pixie, Mo.
>> Dude, can't you just stop and
smell the roses?
>> Excellent idea, Jasper.
Let me just pencil that in.
Stop and smell roses 3:30 p.m.
this afternoon.
Are you free then, Opal?
>> Uggh!
>> Is Opal mad at me?
>> Look, all we need is some
chillin' time and we'll be back
on the job.
>> Chillin' time?
>> Hey, hey I have an idea.
I'll be back.
>> I'm sorry my little elf
friend, my spa is very private
with a very select clientele.
>> Come on, just this once?
You could give Opal some kind of
wing treatment thing-o.
Do some hairstyling.
>> Hairstyling?
Yes!
On Pearlie perhaps.
Do you think she's let me give
her an extra special 'do?
>> Whoa, no, no, no.
No one touches Pearlie's hair.
She's very particular about it.
>> Really?
Of course.
Well, Jasper, I've made up my
mind.
Yes, you can come to see me, why
this very afternoon.
>> Sweet.
>> Fire up the spa, Ludwig.
Sharpen the snip snaps.
Heat the wax for fairy stubble
and alert the press.
Pearlie's in for the trim of her
life.
>> An afternoon at Saphira's
spa?
I don't know.
It sounds a bit girly.
>> I'm up for "chillin'."
We deserve a break.
>> Yep.
>> I'm going to have a manicure.
Maybe you could have a wing
polish, Opal?
>> I could put my feet up, I
suppose.
>> Cool.
I'm going to get my dreads
styled hairylicious.
(Laughing)
(Laughing)
>> Oh look, Opal, bubbles.
>> JASPER: Pearlie!
>> Whoa, hey!
(Laughing)
>> No, no, no.
Today you're going to cut
Pearlie's hair so you
have to hold the comb this
way and the snip snaps that way.
>> Oh, uggh, I can't do it,
Mistress.
I'm left clawed.
Could Pearlie hang upside down
for her haircut?
>> Let me see.
No, you're fired.
Now who am I going to get to
do it?
>> Ah, someone with a thumb
perhaps?
Or you could do it.
>> Me, with these nails?
Hardly.
>> Gobsmack, my favourite fairy
inspector.
What do you want?
I'm busy.
>> Oh Saphira my sweet, guess
who just caught the most
dangerous criminal in all
Fairyland?
>> You mean Mo, the daisy-
cutting pixie?
You caught him.
>> Indeedy I did, yes.
It's an interesting story.
I'd been tracking the scoundrel
relentlessly for what seemed
weeks on end.
Maniacal laughing)
>> Snip!
(Laughing)
Help, help!
>> It was incredibly difficult,
it was.
And those snip snaps, I'll tell
you, they're positively lethal.
I will make the front page of
the Morning Myth for sure.
I'm positive.
(Laughing)
>> Yes.
Look, Gobsmack, the press are
on their way to take a photo.
Have a facial while you wait.
It's on the house.
Believe me, you need it.
>> Really?
Okay, thanks very much.
I haven't been sleeping.
Would you keep an eye on Mo
for me?
>> Don't worry, I'll keep him
busy.
>> Nice, I've got a vacancy for
a part-time hairdresser.
(Laughing)
♪
(Laughing)
>> It's actually...
It's burning.
>> Look at you, who's a pretty
boy then, huh?
There's no denying it.
>> Now, Mo, here are your
precious snip snaps.
>> Gimme!
>> I'm sure you're very keen to
get them back, and you will, my
little pixie friend, just as
soon as you do one itsy bitsy
thing for me.
(Whispering)
>> Ah, Mo can do.
>> Excellent.
Maniacal laughter)
>> Now we have to choose a
nail polish.
>> Pink glitter for you, I
think.
>> Perfect, and for you, Opal?
>> Ah hmm, let me see.
>> Snake skin?
Just what I had in mind.
>> I'm loving this "chillin'"
thing.
>> I'm having a ripping time
too.
>> Uggh, how charming.
Now, dear Pearlie, it's time to
move into the hair dressing
salon for your haircut.
>> A haircut?
Oh, I don't think...
>> But I've engaged one of the
most famous hairstylists in
Fairyland.
>> Epic hairstylist?
Oh, lead on, my lady.
>> Uh huh, yeah, so you've heard
the big news?
Yeah, I've got that nasty pixie
Mo tied up right over...
There?
>> Are you wearing lip gloss?
>> I'd you to meet Mo...
I mean Monsieur Snip.
Yes, that's right, Monsieur
Snip.
>> Hi, Monsieur Snip.
Say, you do look familiar.
Have we met somewhere before?
>> He's awfully famous and he's
here as my guest to treat you to
some cutting-edge styles.
(Laughing)
And I do mean cutting edge.
(Laughing in French accent)
>> How do you do?
Bon-jour!
>> That must be the media now.
They follow Monsieur Snip
everywhere he goes.
>> Who's for a trim?
A little snippety snip here and
there?
>> Oh, no thank you.
I was thinking of maybe some
sparkle spray and a curling
wand.
>> Me too.
Just a dab of sparkle goo and
I'm good to go.
>> Ah, excusez moi!
Your hair, mon ami!
It's so tres, tres thick and
long.
>> I know, man.
My dreads rock.
>> What is it this time?
>> It's Mo!
He's escaped.
>> I have no idea what or indeed
who you are talking about.
>> Welcome, you must be here
from the Morning Myth, my
favourite journal.
>> I did have him, I swear.
>> Thanks for the tip off,
Saphira, what's going down?
>> Something truly, truly
memorable.
>> And now he's just
disappeared, like a mirage.
>> Get your camera ready.
You'll definitely want to put
this on the front page.
>> Opal, there's something very
familiar about that Monsieur
whatever his name is.
>> Saphira reckons he's famous.
Maybe you've seen his
picture in the newspaper?
>> That's it!
I've seen those beady eyes in
the paper, but not in the social
pages, in the headlines.
Monsieur is Mo!
>> The pixie who's always
cutting the heads off flowers?
What's he want with Jasper?
(Jasper yelling)
>> Oh no, he's cut off Jasper's
hair.
Maniacal laughter)
(Screaming)
>> Come on, you hairy elf.
You have enough fur for two.
Let me at that haystack.
>> No way, man.
Don't touch my dreads.
I need my dreads.
I love my dreads.
(Laughing)
>> Good work, Opal.
♪ Oh I want a head with hair ♪
Everybody now.
♪ Give me long, beautiful hair ♪
>> After him!
>> Mo, that's him!
>> Eek, how did he get in here?
♪ ... A head with hair ♪
(Laughing)
♪
(Laughing)
>> Well done.
Congrats on capturing Mo.
Can we get a picture of the
team?
>> Not just us.
We couldn't have done it without
my dear cousin, Saphira.
>> Uggh.
(Laughing)
>> Nice photo of us.
>> Except Saphira, she looks
like she's been dragged through
the bush backwards.
>> Yes, I'll have to have a
little word with her about her
hair.
I'll arrange a meeting, book an
appointment, assemble some
colour style references.
Right after I smell the roses.
♪