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[A featureless white plain. A small boy in blue, wearing a hat with earflaps and holding an item concealed in one hand, enters the frame.]
NARRATOR: [who sounds suspiciously like Stephen Fry] Hello, Pocoyo!
SMALL BOY: [waving] Hallo!
NARRATOR: What have you there?
[Small boy shrugs. The earflaps on his hat rise and fall.]
NARRATOR: Can any of you help Pocoyo? What is he holding? Show us what's in your hand.
[Small boy opens his palm and in it is a bright, shiny key.]
PLETHORA OF CHILDRENS' VOICES FROM OFFSCREEN: It's a key! A key! You're holding a key!
POCOYO [with wonderment]: A key!
NARRATOR: That's right, it's a key. What do you suppose it's for?
POCOYO: [after pondering for a moment] Play.
NARRATOR: ...Play?
POCOYO: [more certain now] Play with friends!
NARRATOR: Shall we see if we can find your friends?
POCOYO: Find friends!
[He walks determinedly out of the frame, then re-enters on the far side.]
POCOYO: Friends! Friends?
[Theme music oddly suggestive of a duck quacking begins to play. Enter PATO from the left.]
PATO: Quack!
POCOYO: I found a key.
PATO: Quack! Quack quack, quack.
NARRATOR: What's that, Pato? You think you know where the key fits?|
PATO: Quack!
[Pato strides confidently toward a treasure chest which has appeared out of nowhere.]
POCOYO: [excitedly] Treasure!
NARRATOR: Shall we see if the key opens the box?
[POCOYO nods, inserts the key with a flourish, and tries to turn it. And tries again. And a third time. It does not turn.]
[POCOYO sits on the ground, sulking. A mournful melody plays.]
NARRATOR: Oh, dear. The key isn't working.
POCOYO: [plaintively] Sad.
NARRATOR: But Pocoyo, not every key fits every lock. Just as not every story fits with Methos or Alex Krycek. You just need to find the right hole for this key.
PATO: [with a scandalized air] Quack!
NARRATOR: Oh, come on, I didn't mean it like that. This is a family show.
[POCOYO stands up, resolute, and walks offscreen. Just then a new theme song begins to play and a pink elephant, ELLIE, arrives on her scooter.]
ELLIE: [trumpeting a hello]
NARRATOR: Hello, Ellie!
ELLIE: [trumpeting repeatedly]
NARRATOR: You say you found a new house, but the door won't open?
PATO: Quack!
[PATO's neck telescopes until it is several feet long, extending offscreen in the direction where POCOYO disappeared. After a moment, he zings back, with POCOYO clamped in his beak.]
ELLIE: [trumpeting]
NARRATOR: Let's see if your key can help Ellie get into her new house.
[cut to brightly-painted gingerbread house, standing in isolation]
[POCOYO walks over, brandishing his key, and proudly inserts it in the keyhole. The door swings open. Inside, there are candy-striped posts with lanterns strung between them, a cake on a table, a radio playing music, and several people dancing.]
[ELLIE, POCOYO, and PATO all begin to dance merrily]
NARRATOR: Pocoyo found the key to a Canadian Shack. What better place to play with your friends? ...Say -- is that Methos over there? Hallo, Methos! It's been a while. Remember me?
ELLIE: [trumpeting in apparent exasperation]
NARRATOR: Right. Sorry. Er, hooray for Pocoyo, hooray for keys, and hooray for Canadian shacks. Bye-bye!