Mr. Fussy Takes a Well Earned Break


 * [An alarm clock rings. Mr Fussy stops it.]
 * Narrator: It's still dark, but already, it's time for Mr. Fussy to get up! He's going on holiday today. Mr. Fussy can't bear things being out of place.
 * [He combs the ends of the rug into place]
 * Mr. Fussy: Well that's much better.
 * [He jumps out of bed and looks in the mirror. He notices his hair is out of place and combs it into place. He picks up a tape measure and reads the measurement.]
 * Mr. Parrot: It isn't level.
 * Mr. Fussy: Hello, Mr. Parrot.
 * Mr. Parrot: Hello, Mr. Fussy.
 * [He picks up a ruler and scissors. He cuts his moustache.]
 * Mr. Fussy: Better?
 * Mr. Parrot: A little more for a laugh.
 * [He cuts more of his moustache.]
 * Mr. Fussy: [Grumpily] What a mess.
 * Mr. Parrot: [laughs]
 * Mr. Fussy: But let's move. It's bath time.
 * Mr. Parrot: No! Not a plan!
 * Mr. Fussy: Let's get Mr. Parrot back the key!
 * Mr. Parrot: Help! Someone help!
 * Mr. Fussy: Wait! Just wait 'til I get my hands on you. This parrot has such bad manners.
 * [Mr. Fussy smiles and starts cleaning his teeth]
 * Mr. Fussy: I do like perfectly white teeth. In fact I like everything to be just perfect.


 * [He irons his hair strands on an ironing board. He collects them and puts them on one of his cases.]


 * [Mr. Fussy sits down. The sun rises.]
 * Mr. Fussy: Everything's perfect. All we need now is the taxi...
 * Mr. Parrot: Picture has some dust on it.
 * Mr. Fussy: Oh no!
 * [He gets up and wipes the picture with a cloth.]
 * Mr. Fussy: These bars are a disgrace.
 * [He sprays the picture and continues wiping. Suddenly the picture goes blurry. He gasps in horror.]
 * Mr. Parrot: Time for your bath! Time for your bath!
 * Mr. Fussy: [Wiping the cloth on his face] Alright. I'm going.


 * [A now clean Mr. Fussy repaints the picture, and winks at the finished item. A doorbell rings. He hangs up the picture, then answers the door.]
 * Mr. Fussy: Hello, Mr. Stamp. [Takes the newspaper from Mr. Stamp] No, don't come in. You'll make a mess. Don't move, I'm coming.


 * [Mr. Fussy walks around reading the newspaper.]
 * Mr. Parrot: The carpet! The carpet!
 * [Mr. Fussy looks down at the stained carpet. He puts the paper down on the table and walks around the carpet, revealing more stains. He looks under his shoe, pointing at it. He gets annoyed.]
 * Mr. Fussy: I must always wipe my feet on the mat before coming into the house. Repeat. I must wipe my feet. [A light bulb in a cloud bubble appears above his head] Very good. And now, go and get the hoover.
 * Mr. Parrot: The hoover! The hoover!
 * [The parrot covers his eyes as Mr. Fussy is sent flying across the room holding the hoover. It sucks up his gloves, a comb and a towel.]
 * Mr. Parrot: [While flapping] The engine's got problems! The engine's got problems!
 * Mr. Fussy: Keep your comments to yourself!
 * [Losing his temper, he redirects the hoover to the Parrot. Some of his feathers gets swallowed up by the hoover.]
 * Mr. Parrot: Help! Help!
 * [He pulls the plug out and breaths a sigh of relief. The parrot scruffs his feathers.]


 * [He sweeps the carpet.]


 * [He wipes the picture.]


 * [He puts some papers on the desk.]


 * [His room is all clean again.]
 * Mr. Fussy: There. Now all I have to do is put Mr. Parrot in his cage.
 * Mr. Parrot: Try and catch me! Haha!
 * Mr. Fussy: [Bringing the cage in] Come here, Mr. Parrot.
 * [The Parrot swoops back and forth across the room. He lands on Mr. Fussy's head.]
 * Mr. Fussy: Mr. Parrot, don't do it. You're, very very brutal. Here. Come on. Wait. Just wait 'til I get my hands on you.
 * [As the parrot flies away, the doorbell rings again. Mr. Fussy holds and cage and listens out for it.]
 * Mr. Fussy: But who can that be?
 * Mr. Parrot: The taxi! The taxi!
 * Mr. Fussy: You're right. I better open the door.
 * [Mr. Grumble is standing outside the door. Mr Fussy opens it.]
 * Mr. Fussy: Hello Mr. Grumble. So, you're the taxi driver.
 * Mr. Grumble: Yes. And it's no fun I can tell you.
 * Mr. Fussy: [Looking back at Mr. Parrot.] In your cage, or I'll leave you at home.
 * Mr. Parrot: [Flying back to his cage and closing the door.] You should've said so earlier.
 * Mr. Grumble: Hurry up. I haven't got all day.
 * Mr. Fussy: I must put the cases of the boot in order of size.
 * [Mr Grumble throws the cases into the taxi. Mr. Fussy puts his hand on his head.]
 * Mr. Fussy: Oh no! Be careful!
 * Mr. Grumble: Hey, boss. Boss, That'll do. Get in the car right now!
 * Mr. Parrot: Help! Too!


 * [Mr. Fussy gets in the car holding a cloth with one hand and Mr. Parrot's cage on the other]
 * Mr. Grumble: You might as well get the hoover out whilst you're at it.
 * Mr. Parrot: [Wailing] No!
 * Mr. Fussy: To the airport!
 * Mr. Grumble: I really hate planes!
 * Mr. Fussy: [Angrily while poking Mr. Grumble's back] This isn't the way to the airport!
 * Mr. Grumble: I know! I have to pick up another passenger first.
 * [The camera turns to Mr. Messy]
 * Mr. Grumble: There he is!
 * [Mr. Fussy screams and protects the cage as Mr. Messy moves into the car holding a bag on one hand and a case on the other.]
 * Mr. Parrot: Good morning, Mr. Messy! Good morning, Mr. Messy!
 * [Mr. Messy rummages in his bag and picks up a sweet.]
 * Mr. Messy: Here, Mr. Fussy. Would you like this sweet?
 * Mr. Fussy: [While wagging his finger] He doesn't like sweets.
 * Mr. Grumble: Oh, that'll do. Where exactly is it you're flying?
 * Mr. Fussy and Mr. Messy: To the Pottery Isles.
 * [Mr. Fussy gasps]
 * Mr. Messy: What fun. We'll be together for a whole month!
 * [Mr. Fussy shows a miserable look. The car drives off.]
 * Mr. Parrot: What fun! What fun!
 * [The screen fades to black and the credits roll]