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Hey, you dropped your sticker, Lucia!
Lucia!
Oh!
That's gonna leave a knot.
Pungenello!
Hey, Pungenello!
Hey, Pungenello!
Hey, Pearl, is that for me?
No, it's hers. You're always messing up, so you only get the bad kind.
I know. Another gray dot. Who is she?
Lucia?
Who?
Pearl? Pearl!
She's going to see Eli.
Coming, Mom!
Eli?
My mom says he's a giant woodcarver.
I've heard that...
A enormous saw, and a razor sharp teeth, hammers, chisels, drills...
Stop! It makes the splinters in the back of my neck stand straight up.
You know I don't like you so close to that woodcarver's mansion.
I gotta go. I'll be late for the parade.
Parade? That's today?
Come, whemmicks of all the shapes and sizes, to the annual parade to kick off the Festival of Stickers!
Howdy, Pearl.
Hey, guys, what's going on?
Mayor's getting a new hat just in time for the parade.
Your craftsmanship shines like the stars!
Mayor Mahogany, that hat is simply stunning!
And as a token of my admiration, may I present yet another Starz sticker?
Why, thank you!
My stars, Mayor, you just might have enough golden stickers to win the most Starz award.
The most Starz award! I've forgotten.
The ceremony is this Saturday, dear.
It must be off, then.
You are in embarrassment!
You're so mischievous.
There's an award for the most dots as well as the most stars, mind you.
Dots!
Great, another sticker blasted things never come off.
Toodaloo, so many stars.
Starz, Starz, Starz.
All these unfortunate people, living unfortunate lives, longing to be special people.
But they're only stars of the ones in their eyes, even the fortunate people.
I'm nearly as special as I.
These stars I possess are the proof I'm the best.
I doubt you could count them with a number so high.
Stars are what we reach for, the more you have the more you want. Like a star in heaven, a starless night can be so dark.
Oh, I'm sure you'd all like to be.
Especially special and humble as me.
But stars are for stars, if we all can agree.
That's me.
This year we will honor the women with the most stars stickers with the most stars award.
That's a good idea.
And to the women with the most dots, the most dots award.
I wonder what that could be.
It's a good idea.
That dot that she's got on her shoulder, oh, it was for some silly thing that she said.
In the one on his knees, a reminder, he slipped on a stone.
Got a bump, what is that?
The getting and giving of stickers is what we do day after day.
The smartest, the lucky, the handsome get gold. The clumsy, unlucky, dim witted get gray.
Stars are what we reach for. The more you have the more you want.
Like a starless heaven, a starless night can be so dark.
He's the one who dropped his stickers.
He deserves a dot.
Oh, I'm sure you'd all like to be.
Especially special and humble as me.
But stars are for stars and we all can agree.
I'm the brightest star you'll ever see.
That's me.
There you are.
Just think that he can just spill his stickers and no one will notice.
If I let one wimic miss out on a dot sticker, then what makes my star so special?
And there, now doesn't that feel better?
Oh my.
Wow, that's high.
Oh, that'll fall off.
And now, ladies and gentle wimics, before your very eyes,
I present to you a death-defying stunt that I am certain you will agree
and that deserves hundreds of stars.
Excuse me.
Pardon me.
Look at all the way up there.
There you should be.
Careful of them.
A silence please.
If only I could do that.
Shh.
Isn't she lovely?
What do you think that hoot's here for?
I hope she doesn't stick that way.
Fantastico, alouette.
What?
What?
Oh, nice.
Aren't they special?
But, but.
Oh, this is so...
Bravo.
Bravo.
Oh no, my hair.
This is our community.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
You clumsy twig.
I spend hours and days working them to the point...
No stars, just dots.
Punchinello, you are a serious contender for the most dots award.
Oh, really?
Unless he can somehow manage to get a star by Saturday.
A star by Saturday?
What day is it?
Thanks.
There's nothing special about you, Punchinello.
You will never get a star.
I didn't know you followed me here, Toady.
Let's go home.
It may be lonely, but at least there I don't have to worry about stickers at all.
If he only knew.
Here we go.
First I'll try for a star, then I've got to fix that roof.
It's such a beautiful day.
Makes you wish stickers were never invented.
I know I don't have much time left to get a star, Toady, but let's take a moment to enjoy each other's company over a cup of licorice bartee.
Hot tea.
Visitors.
We're never going to need visitors.
Just a moment.
Coming.
Coming.
What a surprise.
On behalf of the entire village, we've had quite enough of your antics, Punchinello, breaking the prize trophy.
He deserves lots of dots.
He's not a good wooden person.
He'll win the prize for the most dots, undoubtedly.
Prize?
Of course, a big gray dot.
Yes, Toady, he was for breaking the trophy.
I didn't mean to.
Maybe he will get the hint and leave.
And go where?
Anywhere, as long as it's away from here.
Away from here.
Maybe things would be better if I just left.
Thanks, Toady.
Do you really think I can never get a star?
An idea?
To get me a star?
Step, toss, release.
I think I got it, Toady.
I mean, how hard can it be to skip a stone?
You're right.
I'll have a star in no time.
Say, maybe you need to find yourself a smoother stone.
Yeah, and put some muscle into it this time.
Okay.
Come on now, try harder.
You want a star, don't you?
Thanks for reminding me.
Hello.
Howdy, Punchinello.
Toady.
You want to turn punch?
Me?
No.
Skip a stone, you'll get a star for sure.
You really think so?
Oh, go on, give it a go now.
What's the worst that could happen?
They're sure if they could do just one thing right, then life would be so much better.
So they try and try hoping, but failing their luck's not changing.
But in their misery, they find camaraderie, oh what a difference a friend can be.
They might not look like royalty, they might not ever wear gold.
They'll only have each other, but at least they're not alone.
They don't have any talent, they'll never ever be known.
They'll always be in fun, but at least they're not alone.
They'll never be remembered, but at least they're not alone.
They might not look like royalty, they might not ever wear gold.
They only have each other, but at least they're not alone.
They don't seem very special, no greatness has been shown.
But there is someone who loves them, and they'll never be alone.
It's no use.
I'll never be able to do anything special.
I'm just not a good Wimic.
Poor Punchinello.
Hello?
What? Whoa!
Ow! Whoa!
Oh.
I'm Lucia.
I'm, uh, well, uh, um...
Um, Punchinello?
Oh, yeah, I don't know.
Hey, aren't you forgetting something?
I just felt, I deserve a gray dot.
Wait, you're the one that goes to see the scary giant woodcarver!
Scary? Eli?
You should stay away from there.
We're not supposed to go there.
If they see you going there...
They'll give me a gray dot?
Wait a minute.
No dots.
No stars.
Just wooden.
How do you do that?
Would you like to find out?
Um, sure.
Balance! It must be perfect for the festival tomorrow!
Concentrate!
Like this!
Right, right, higher, higher.
Leave up the good work!
Okay!
Lucia!
Hello?
Here's the sticker you dropped.
My mom says I can't talk to you anymore.
Oops.
She says Eli's a giant woodcarver that can whittle a wimic into a million toothpicks.
Really? Is that all?
Come on, Punch, tell her.
I've never been that myself.
Well, I have.
Would you like to know what he's really like?
Never.
Dots don't stick either.
Come on, wait.
Tom, good-bye.
No dots.
No stars?
She's probably going to see the giant woodcarver.
No stickers?
Hmph. That's the way I want to be.
Punchinella, what kind of wimics would we become without stickers?
I don't know.
A starless life can be so dark.
Tell you what.
You forget this Lucia-Eli business and I'll make sure you find a way to get a star.
Well, even if he could help, with all your dots, do you really think Eli would want to see you?
Hmph.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Hm hm hm.
Lucia!
Lucia!
Lucia!
How do you do it?
It's easy.
What they think doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter?
Every day I go see Eli.
What?
I sit in the workshop with him.
Why?
Why don't you go find out for yourself?
Just follow the road up the hill.
But Lucia!
Eli!
With all these dots, he won't want to see me.
Punchinello!
Remember that star I told you about?
All you have to do is reach for the star and it's yours.
Really?
I promise.
This could be my last chance.
Careful Punchinello!
What is he doing?
What kind is that?
Oh, don't slip!
Don't slip!
Careful Punchinello!
Hehehehehehe!
Whoa!
Is he dead?
Punchinello!
You scared me!
Thanks, that's from the quality hardwood you got there.
Thanks.
What are you waiting for?
He fell.
Give him the dots he deserves.
I don't want anyone's marks.
I'm gonna go see Eli.
Hello?
Anybody here?
Lucy?
Your massage with razor sharp teeth.
Hammers, chisels, drills, and wood shavings!
I can see now that this was a bad idea.
Just leave before Eli sees me.
Just gotta find the door.
Oh great, where's the door?
Eli, quick, hide!
I'm not staying here.
Punchinello?
Punchinello, you're out awfully late.
Come and let me have a good look at you.
You know my name?
Of course I do.
I made you.
Whoa, he's back.
Whoa, he's even bigger than I thought.
Looks like you've been given some bad marks.
I didn't mean to, Eli.
I really tried hard.
You don't have to defend yourself to me, child.
I don't care what the other Wimmicks think.
You don't?
No, and you shouldn't either.
Who are they to give stars or dots?
They're Wimmicks, just like you.
What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello.
All that matters is what I think.
And I think you are pretty special.
Me special?
Why?
I can't climb very high.
I can't skip stones.
My pain is peeling, and why would I matter to you?
Because you're mine.
Because you're mine.
That's why you matter to me.
I don't know what to say.
Every day I've been hoping you'd come.
I came because I met someone who had no marks.
I know.
She told me all about you.
Why don't stickers stay on her?
Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think.
The stickers only stick if you let them.
What?
The stickers only stick if they matter to you.
The more you trust my love, the less you care about their stickers.
I'm not sure I understand.
You will.
But it will take time.
You've got lots of marks.
For now, just come to see me every day.
And let me remind you how much I care.
Thanks, Eli.
Remember, you are special because I made you.
And I don't make mistakes.
I think he really means it.
You don't want to be alone.
You want me.
No one else could ever be just like you.
You see, everyone is someone no one else can be.
If you could see what everybody else sees in you, then you would be happy.
Just the way you're meant to be
And when you think, what difference do I make?
Would anybody's heart break?
I wonder, do I matter?
Remember there's just one you
Completely uniquely you
Original through and through
There's no one else like you
Nobody could take your place
Nobody can fill your space
Nobody else has your face
There's just, just one you
Yes, yes!
So winning the Most Stars Award truly is a surprise!
And now, the winner of the Most Dots Award goes to...
Punchinello!
Punchinello!
Punchinello!
And when you think, what difference do I make?
Would anybody's heart break?
I wonder, do I matter?
Remember there's just one you
Completely uniquely you
Original through and through
There's no one else like you
Nobody could take your place
Nobody can fill your space
Nobody else has your face
There's just, just one you
Impact Entertainment presents an all-new Pahapahui adventure!
This furball wants to ruin my beautiful ravioli machine!
That little contraption of yours never fails to malfunction, destroying my tools and my inventions!
Yet you won't let me fix it!
Everybody run for cover!
It's going to blow!
I'm going to blow you up!
I'm going to blow you up!
I'm going to blow you up!
I'm going to blow you up!
Everybody run for cover! It's going to blow!
Meanwhile, the gold-greedy Millard has plans of his own.
I've got to move on!
Bigger fish to fry and more buried treasure to discover.
So it's gold he wants, does he?
With the aid of my underwater friend, setting this little trap will be all too easy.
Where is Millard?
Woohoo!
Millard, come back here!
So long, compadres!
Swallowed up by the giant fish, Millard fears for his life.
Oh, the humanity!
Only a brave few have ever escaped his clutches.
But through the guidance of prayer...
Mr. Creator, sir?
...and Haxor's new submarine invention...
I don't know if it's safe. It's never been tested.
...Allie inspires the crew to set out on a brave mission to rescue their beloved friend.
It may take our lives, but it will never take our penguins!
Hold on to your bridges. We're going for a ride.
A journey from which they may never return.
Pāhāpahui Island, Episode 4, Millard's Big Fish Story.
Say your prayers!
And don't miss the pāhāpahui adventures that started it all.
Episode 1, The Road to Adventure.
Episode 2, The Lost City.
And Episode 3, The Secret of the Book.
Available now at Christian bookstores everywhere.
Ahh, good times.
Hey, I'm going to go get some water.
I'm going to go get some water.
I'm going to go get some water.
Ahh, good times.
Pāhāpahui Island, Episode 4, Millard's Big Fish Story.
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