- Curtis was having a party,
one of his yearly big bashes.
Only the coolest of the cool were invited.
- This party is going to go off.
- Right off.
- Wait!
We sure about going this way are we?
Sure it's the right thing to do?
- You got another way to get inside?
Down the chimney perhaps, Santa?
Come on, what are you waiting for?
- I was waiting for something like this
to happen.
But first, there are a couple things you need to know.
About parties, and speeches, and the dangers of lying.
And how it can turn your face into a zit colony.
Curtis was handing out golden invitations to his party.
- Next.
- And people were going to huge lengths
to get one.
- Next.
- Everyone was so desperate to get an invite,
they were turning themselves into people they weren't.
Everyone except Phillip, that is.
- We got no chance, let's just go.
- Hey, don't listen to him.
Curtis just needs to know you're cool.
- That's my problem, I'm not cool.
I don't even know what cool is.
- Leonard, cool is a state of mind.
- But I didn't care about being cool.
I cared about staying friends with Egg.
Give me a couple of pointers.
You know Curtis,
what do you guys do when you hang out?
- We hang.
- What do you do when you hang?
- We hang.
- What do you talk about?
- Occasionally, someone says, cool.
Or someone says something like, sick.
Or awesome.
- Does someone every say ridiculous?
- Taylor's out.
She was in last year, it's tragic.
- Sasha.
Didn't expect to see you here.
- People change, Lockie.
- A lot was changing at the moment,
and I'm not sure I liked it.
Like Egg calling me by my surname all of a sudden.
No guesses where he got that from.
- Leonard.
Leonard, what's going down bro?
Sick.
- You're sick?
- No, no I'm awesome.
- You're weird Leonard, that's what you are.
- Cool.
I thought I'd killed my chances, but then suddenly,
miracle of miracles.
- Now don't let me down Leonard.
Next.
- Curtis is so cool, and the rest of the guys are too.
We're gonna get up to some pretty sick stuff.
It's gonna be awesome, we'll have so much fun.
Even more than before.
- Cool.
- So glad you're now part of the gang.
Wouldn't be the same without you.
- Same.
Although, things didn't feel the same anymore.
And things at home for Egg,
they'd never been more different.
- Hey Dad.
- Yeah, one more moment there, Geoffrey.
Again.
Geoff!
You there?
Sorry about before.
Geoff?
- I needed some time to figure out
how much I really wanted to stay friends with Egg.
And if going to Curtis' party was really worth it.
Turns out, I wasn't the only one
in need of some thinking time.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Far out, you do realise where we're sitting?
- The beach?
- This is the exact same spot
where you and I first met.
Remember?
When you did the tricky passes, ha.
- I remember.
- So much has happened since then.
Big changes.
- Egg couldn't say what those big changes were.
But I knew he was talking about his mom leaving.
- Sometimes, I wish things would go back
to the way they were.
- You know, Phillip has this theory
about the universe contracting,
and when it does time will travel backwards.
Or at least something like that.
- So we travel back, and what?
We go through all the old same stuff all over again.
- Yeah.
One day, in this very spot,
I'll be writhing 'round in agony,
having just ate my tricky bits.
And you'll be standing over me laughing.
- I won't be here.
- Where will you be?
- I'll be getting a camera to take a picture of your face.
Man, that was so funny.
- Man, I think that's about the lamest joke
I've ever head in my life.
Yeah, you wanna push me.
For the first time in ages,
Egg and I were being our old selves.
That kind of decided things for me.
There was no way I was going to miss Curtis' party.
- It's the hall of dreams, Principal Joy.
Book it, and they will come.
- Sounds wonderful Sarge,
but I have no idea what you're talking about.
- In order to get a radio licence,
we need to prove we have support from the community.
- Sorry?
Licence?
- First up, we identify the cultural subgroups
of Angeles, then, we infiltrate.
- Infiltrate?
- Once infiltrated, we hold a public rally right here.
- We get 'em in here, we get 'em all fired up.
- And we convince them why radio is good for them.
And, how do we convince them?
- That's where you come in.
- If you can convince us, you can convince anyone.
- Mum had been banging on for weeks now
to anyone who would listen,
and even those who wouldn't,
about how Angeles needed its own radio station.
- Did you know there is no radio station in this town?
There used to be one.
The caravan it broadcasted from's still around.
The equipment's just lying there
going to waste.
Somebody needs to get off
their bottom and get that radio station happening again.
I didn't mean my bottom.
- Here we are, our first visitors.
Sarge, can you keep them entertained while we change?
- Right you are.
- Change?
- I'd like to thank you gentlemen
for taking time out of your day.
Mrs. Leonard, would you like go
through some of your main points?
- Well, I guess the thing is...
- The more Mom tried to be cool
and speak bikie, the less sense she made.
- I think what Mrs. Leonard is trying to say is,
that a town without its own radio station
is a town without a voice.
A town without a radio station,
is like a sea of individual voices,
drowning in an anonymous ocean.
It's time for us to knit together,
so we become one town, one voice, one Radio Angeles.
I've done all I can, it's up to your speech now.
- Speech?
Mine, What?
- At the rally.
See you Sunday afternoon then?
Are you going to be in there all night?
What about our dinner?
- Well at least she's prepared to share.
- What's wrong with mom?
- Your mother has to give a speech
on Sunday afternoon.
- You don't have an plans for Sunday afternoon,
do you Lockie?
Why would anyone want to go to Curtis' party?
That's just silly.
- Curtis is not that bad.
He's actually alright once you get to know him.
- No, he's not.
The things you don't know.
- But I did know one thing.
If I was going to go to this party,
I'd have to lie to my parents.
And that would be hard, not to mention disfiguring.
Anyway, Mom would cope just fine without me.
- No.
I don't want to make a speech, I mean, do I have to?
Why don't you do it Philip?
Or what about you Sarge? - No, no.
- You love public speaking.
Don't make me get back in that chook shed!
- Joy.
There are two things you were born to do.
Motherhood, and public radio.
- There is something that you don't know about me.
It started when I was in the high school debating team.
- The subject of today's debate,
to be a bee is a better thing than to be an ant.
I now call on the fist speaker for the affirmative, Joy.
- I agree.
So I did the one thing I could think of doing.
- You faked a faint?
- I never, never, ever wanna be in that situation again.
- It's okay Mom, you have your family with you.
- I'm sorry, Mom,
but I'm not gonna be able to make your speech.
- You're embarrassed.
- I'm not embarrassed,
I've just been invited to Egg's.
- You're not coming to the hall?
- No, I'm going to Egg's.
- You're going to Egg's?
- Yes.
- Egg's house?
- Yes.
Please don't ask me again.
I organised it with him before I knew
you were doing this speech thing.
He's missing his mom, and I really need to be a friend
to him right now.
- And who wants to see your old mom
making a fool of herself
in front of thousands of people, anyway?
- You're not gonna make a fool of yourself.
- I'm not so sure about that.
- Lockie, my office, now.
That woman gave birth to you.
You owe her your life, and you repay her with treachery?
- I can't hear you.
- I'm going to tell Mom and Sarge
where you're really going to be on Sunday.
- You can't.
The criminal gets his hearing back.
- I'm not a criminal.
- You're an accomplished liar,
and that's a very slippery slope.
- Look,
I bought these for Curtis'.
But you can have them.
Jelly babies, your favourite.
- You're bribing me?
My precious.
- Radio in Angeles will facilitate the dissemination
of a myriad of diverging discourses
that are unique to our immediate environs.
It's not finished, but what do you think?
- It's good, it's good.
For a rough draught, very good, very good.
- Rough?
It's the seventh draught.
I told you, I'm no good at this!
Joy, no,
it's just...
It's just a little formal,
it just needs to be a little...
Joy.
- It didn't matter what Sarge said,
there was no way to calm Mom down.
Lying had really taken its toll on my face.
And the only thing worse than a face full of zits,
is an unopened bag of jelly babies.
It could only mean one thing.
Phillip had dobbed.
Sarge.
You gave me a fright.
- I thought you might want a lift to Egg's.
You alright, Lockie?
You seem a little bit nervous.
- Nervous?
Me?
Just going to Egg's.
Sarge was on to me, I had to watch my step.
- Hey, word on the street is that Curtis is having a party.
- Yeah, heard that.
- Yeah, strange that Egg's not invited.
Him and Curtis have been hanging out a lot lately,
haven't they?
- Yeah.
- But Egg's not going?
- Nope.
- You ever been to a party like that before?
- No.
- I have, when I was your age.
- You have?
- Yeah, wild times.
Wild.
- And your dad didn't mind you going to these parties?
- The Doc?
No.
Well, some parents would rather lock their kids up
then let them out of the house, not the Doc.
No, he thought life was all about new experiences.
Having adventures, making mistakes.
Learning from them.
- This isn't Egg's.
- I never worry about you, Lockie.
I always know you'll do the right thing.
- Thanks, Sarge.
So the earth didn't swallow me up,
and suddenly, there I was, at the party to end all parties.
- Dudes.
- Awesome party, man.
- Totally sick.
- The coolest.
- Face is tragic, Leonard.
Alright, I think it's time we get this party
really going.
Time to bring out the supplies.
- I was stressed.
I didn't know exactly what supplies
Curtis was talking about,
but I got the impression it wasn't something
my parents would have approved of.
I wasn't the only Leonard stressed that day.
- Come on love,
everyone's waiting.
- No, Sarge.
Please, no.
- We're gonna need some assistance.
- Aw, Dad, she bit me.
- P-A-R-T-Y.
- Curtis!
- What are you doing here?
I thought you were having dinner with Nana?
- Nana cancelled.
Why are all these people here?
- Just stopping by, we're on out way out.
- Where you going?
- Egg's.
- Yeah, yeah that's right Mrs. F.
We're going to do Bible reading with the Rev.
- What's that behind your back?
- It's a box with some stuff in it.
- What stuff?
- Bibles, now will you just please leave us alone?
- Okay, okay.
- Bible studies, good one, Egg.
- A horrible feeling came over me,
and it wasn't my face full of zits.
I didn't like the way Curtis treated his mom,
I would never treat my mom like that.
But then it hit me,
I already had.
- We should hang out at Dog Rock.
- Curtis is sick of the rock.
Bowling.
- Bowling.
- Bowling?
- Bowling.
- Bowling?
The bowling alley wasn't actually open on Sundays.
The manager refused to open the doors for religious reasons.
He was very strict about it.
But this didn't seem to bother Curtis.
- Doesn't matter, Sasha's got her key from work,
haven't you?
- Yeah, but I'm not allowed to use it.
- Come on.
It's my party and I'll bowl if I want to.
- Don't.
- What's your problem Leonard?
- It's a stupid idea breaking into the bowling alley.
Not to mention dishonest, illegal, and totally uncool.
If felt good to be telling the truth again.
My skin seemed to like it, too.
- Anyone else agree with Lockie?
- Sasha, Egg, you don't wanna do this, trust me.
Come with me, we'll go back to Egg's place.
Play some air guitar, get out some of your dad's
old records.
- Looks like you're the uncool one, Leonard.
Come on,
let's get out of here.
Leonard's out.
- Yeah.
Leonard's out.
- I wasn't the only one
having a shocking afternoon.
- And now to explain to us why we all need
a community radio station, Joy Leonard.
Knock 'em dead.
- I agree.
- Microphone, say something.
- The study of science is an amazing thing.
It gives shape to the unknown.
- I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- I for one would love the opportunity
for a science radio programme in Angeles.
- Listen to Phillip, he's a natural.
- Yeah, at being Phillip.
- You think I should be more like Phillip?
- No.
I think you should be more like you.
- Wise words Joy.
- Who wants to listen to silly old me?
- Well right now you're not giving anyone
the chance to decide.
- Meanwhile, Curtis' bowling party
was about to get gatecrashed.
- Cops, run!
- Everyone managed to escape,
everyone except Curtis.
- I wasn't even there, I'm telling you, please.
Listen to me.
- And right about now, Mom wished
she could escape, too.
- Now,
where was I?
Angeles needs a community radio station
because...
- The Sarge realised Mom
still needed a helping hand.
- But we already have radio stations.
Those big city stations.
- What can they offer us Angelusians?
- Easy listening.
- American Top 40.
- Witty banter.
- Rubbish.
All of it.
Their news isn't our news.
Their gardening programmes don't reflect Angelusian gardens.
No.
Their surf reports are of waves yonder far.
Their sports wrap ups are of games
played not on our green fields.
Their love song dedications
not dedicated to lovers waltzing our fair streets.
We will not be overcome by big city radio stations,
we will not yield to their dull programming,
and never, never will Angeles be without a voice
of its own again.
- Mom was an overnight sensation.
We wouldn't know for weeks if we go the licence,
but judging from the crowd,
we'd won the support of the whole town.
And that, that actually was cool.