01x04 - Doggone Sox/Alma Spells it Out

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[♪♪♪] ♪ Waahoooa yay! ♪

♪ Vamonos! ♪

♪ Lo le lo lai, lo lai lai lo le. ♪

♪ It's Alma's Way! ♪

♪ Here she comes. ♪

♪ Beaming with pride and something to say! ♪

♪ Hear those drums? ♪

♪ Playing Alma's Way. ♪

♪ From the Bronx, ♪

♪ Singing a le lo lai, lai lo lei, ♪

♪ our island songs, ♪

♪ Saying Alma's Way. ♪

♪ So many questions. So much to explain. ♪

♪ Hoh! ♪ ♪ Figure it out as you hop on the train. ♪

♪ Hoo! [span] ♪ ♪ With Mami, Papi, Junior and Abuelo, mi gente. ♪

♪ I'll think it through and share it with you. ♪

♪ Come on vente! ♪

♪ There she goes! ♪

♪ Learning about her world every day. ♪

♪ The whole world knows. ♪

♪ It's Alma's Way... ♪

♪ Alma's Way! ♪

♪ Wepa! ♪

[♪♪♪]

ALMA: "Doggone Sox"

ALMA: Who's a good dog? Hmm?

[Chacho barks] ALMA: [giggle]

ALMA: You are such a good pup,

you should sleep in my bed tonight.

[chuckles]

MAMI: Chachooo... Where are you?

ALMA: Uh-oh. Mami's looking for Chacho.

She does not sound happy.

MAMI: Ah, Chacho, I found you.

Did you take my other drumstick?

ALMA: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. No.

Chacho is a good dog, he'd never do that.

Well, I hope he wouldn't.

ALMA: And because he's such a good dog...

Can Chacho please sleep with me tonight?

Please?

Por favor, Mami?

MAMI: Oh, I don't think so, Almita.

Chacho needs to learn to listen, and not take things.

ALMA: Oh he'll listen!

ALMA: Right, Chacho?

[Chacho barks]

ALMA: He gets it, Mami.

Watch how good he listens!

ALMA: Sit, Chacho! Sit.

ALMA: Ohhhhh, you're right, boy,

I meant to say "Roll over, Chacho!"

MAMI: [chuckles]

ALMA: C'mon Chacho. You can do this, just listen, 'kay?

Fetch the ball, boy!

Fetch!

[Chacho growl]

[gasp]

[ Chacho barks [span] ]

MAMI: Chacho may not listen... But I know you will.

How 'bout giving your hair a brush?

It's kinda tangle-y. [kiss]

ALMA: Okay, I will.

Huh, I haven't seen my brush in a while.

I wonder if Chacho took that too.

[ Chacho barks [span] ]

[♪♪♪]

ALMA: Chaaachooo...

[Chacho barks]

ALMA: [gasp]

Chacho! Whose shoe is that?!

Bring it back.

[♪♪♪]

[Chacho barks] ALMA: C'mon, boy.

Pleeeease listen to me.

PAPI: Has anyone seen my other shoe?

I can't find it anywhere.

MAMI: [singsong] Where is my drumstick?

Where has it gone?

I had two drumsticks, and now I have one!

PAPI: [chuckle]

ALMA: Don't worry...

Chacho and I will find your drumstick and your shoe!

PAPI: Great, because I need my shoes so I can go outside

and hang the laundry.

MAMI: Okay, I'm gonna check the front closet.

ALMA: Now's my chance to get Chacho to listen...

and prove to Mami and Papi that he's a good dog.

ALMA: Chacho, show me where you put...

Papi's shoe and Mami's drumstick. Okay?

Show me...

[Chacho barks]

[♪]

[Chacho barks]

ALMA: I sure wish I could speak dog.

Chacho, please listen.

You've gotta bring back the things you took.

Go fetch 'em, boy!

[Chacho barks]

ALMA: Nooooo, not dance.

Fetch!

[groan]

ALMA: Oh! Oh!

Okay Chacho, it's time to fetch the...

Huh... Guess I'll just fetch it myself.

ALMA: Mami, I found your drumstick!

And Papi, I found your shoe!

PAPI: Thanks, Almita.

MAMI: Gracias, Alma.

ALMA: I'm sure those will be the last things...

that Chacho ever, ever takes.

[♪♪♪] [Chacho growls]

MAMI: [chuckles] Alma, we know you're trying...

to get Chacho to listen...

But I don't think it's working. [effort]

ALMA: Oh, I got that nervous tingly tummy feeling.

I really want Chacho to sleep in my room tonight,

but he might not be allowed.

C'mon boy.

If you don't listen, Mami won't let you sleep in my bed tonight.

And we both want that, don't we boy?

Yes, we do!

Yes, we do!

[chuckle]

ABUELO: Ay-yi-yi, where could they be?

ALMA: Oh no, did you lose something too, Abuelo?

ABUELO: Sí, I can't find my lucky socks!

ABUELO: I'll need them for the big Sweat Sox game tonight!

My team has already won four in a row!

Cuatro partidos!

AH-ha!

ALMA: Abuelo wears his lucky socks...

whenever the Sweat Sox play.

He thinks it's why they win.

Ooh, I hope Chacho didn't take Abuelo's socks.

MAMI: Rubén's got your socks, Papá...

It's laundry day...

PAPI: I just washed them,

and I'm hanging them on the clothesline to dry.

ALMA: Phew!

ABUELO: [phew] Gracias Rubén.

I need you in time for the game.

For good luck.

Okay, socks?

[with funny voice] Okay Abuelo.

ALL: [laugh]

[♪♪♪]

ALMA: Let's try this again, okay, boy?

[Chacho growls]

Chachoooo, over here, look at me.

ALMA: [gasp], he's listening already!

Listen Chacho, no more taking stuff, okay?

[Chacho barks] ALMA: Chacho!

[♪♪♪]

[Chacho growls]

ALMA: No Chacho!

That's one of Abuelo's lucky socks!

[Chacho growls]

Drop it!

Listen to me.

Drop it! Ah!

Oh no! Oh no, no no!

I gotta find Abuelo's lucky sock or else

Chacho can't spend the night with me.

I've gotta think about this.

[ Chacho growls [span] ]

ALMA: Chacho is really good at hiding things...

ALMA: I found Mami's drumstick and Papi's shoe on the floor.

ALMA: Hmm, Chacho hid everything close to the ground...

[gasp] Because he's a little dog!

Ohhh, so that's where I have to look!

Close to the ground, just like a little dog.

I know what to do.

ALMA: Hey Chacho!

Woof woof! I'm your new doggy friend!

[Chacho barks]

[Chacho barks and growls]

ALMA: [giggle]

[Chacho barks]

ALMA: Hello, flowers!

[sniffs] Mmmm, you're smelling very flowery.

[gasp] My hairbrush!

ALMA: So Chacho did take it.

And now I found it.

My plan is working!

[♪♪♪]

Aw, but still no lucky sock.

ALMA: Oh, Woof Woof! Wait for me, Chacho!

[♪♪♪]

MAMI: Uh ahahah, these snacks are for the big game tonight.

MAMI: Aiiyeeee! Qué es eso? PAPI: Aiye! Qué es eso?

ALMA: Woof! Woof! I'm Chacho's doggy friend!

Woof! Woof!

PAPI: Better get more dog food.

[Chacho barks] ALMA: Woof! Woof!

JUNIOR: Hey, Alma...

have you seen my truck?

[Chacho barks]

JUNIOR: [giggle]

ALMA: Woof! That's doggie talk for 'nope'.

JUNIOR: Oh, wait, are you a dog?

Oh! Oh!

I want to be a dog too!

JUNIOR: Woof! Woof! [howl]

[♪♪♪]

[Chacho growling] KIDS: [baking like dogs]

ABUELO: [chuckle] Aiyeee, it's a bunch of cute puppies.

[chuckle] Siéntense, perritos, sit!

ABUELO: I only found one of my lucky socks

in the laundry, perritos.

Oh, I hope I find my other sock before the game starts.

ALMA: Oh no...

The game's about to start.

Arf! Arf! Arf! That means, "I need that missing sock!"

ABUELO: Hmmm, where's the TV remote?

JUNIOR: Arf!

ABUELO: Ah, you fetched a pillow!

What a good doggy.

Here's your reward.

ABUELO: Belly rub! Belly rub! Belly rub! [chuckles]

JUNIOR: [laughs]

ABUELO: Hey, perritos, I'll give you a treat...

if you can fetch the TV remote

and my other lucky sock.

[chuckle]

ALMA: [gasp] The TV remote!

Chacho! Drop it!

Drop it, boy!

ALMA: Chacho! Come back!

[♪♪♪]

ALMA: Chacho?

ALMA: What'cha doing there, boy?

Whoa, there's Junior's truck!

And the TV remote...

ALMA: ...and Uncle Nestor's helmet?

This must be Chacho's favorite hiding spot.

But where's Abuelo's lucky sock?

ALMA: [gasp] A-hah!

There it is!

ALMA: [effort grunt]

Ooo, almost got it...

Almost... [Chacho growls]

ALMA: [effort grunt]

ALMA: Chacho, listen to me.

Please give me the sock.

That's Abuelo's sock.

Abuelo's!

[Chacho barks]

ALMA: Ugh, no. Not again!

[Chacho growls]

ALMA: Chacho! Come back!

[♪♪♪]

[groan]

Chacho and the sock are gone!

[ baseball organ theme [span] ] ABUELO: Hey, everyone!

The game's starting!

ALMA: Oh no! I've run out of time!

[sigh] There's only one thing left to do...

ALMA: Abuelo, Chacho took your lucky sock.

I tried to get it back, but he just wouldn't listen.

I'm sorry you won't have both socks for the game,

but I hope Chacho won't be in trouble.

ABUELO: In trouble?

What for?

Chacho just gave me my missing lucky sock.

Didn't you, boy? Yes, good boy! [chuckles]

ALMA: Wait! He gave it to you?

That means Chacho listened.

He listened!!

ALMA: Who's a good doggy?

You are!

Yes, you are!

MAMI: [chuckles] Well, I guess Chacho can listen,

so he can sleep with you tonight, Alma.

ALMA: Gracias, Mami.

Hear that, Chacho?

Sleepover in my bed!

ABUELO: Bueno!

I've got my lucky socks and my snacks...

It's game time!

[chuckles]

ALMA: Ready for bed, Chacho?

[Chacho barks] ALMA: [giggles]

FAMILY: Home run! Yeah! Wepa!

ALMA: [yawn]

ALMA: It's time for us puppies to go to sleep.

Goodnight, Chacho.

Goodnight, Junior...

JUNIOR: Woof! Woof!

That's doggie for 'goodnight, Alma.

ALMA: Woof! Woof! to you too, Junior.

[♪♪♪]

ALMA: "Alma Spells it Out"

[♪♪♪]

[chicken clucks]

ANDRÉ: Alma! Rafia!

Over here!

ANDRÉ: Want to sign up at the spelling bee with us?

RAFIA: Spelling?

ALMA: Bee?

I hope it has something to do with honey bees

'cause I looove honey.

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Nope.

A spelling bee is a contest where you spell words.

And we're gonna find out who is...

The greatest speller in the Bronx!

Then the winner of the Bronx Spelling bee

will compete in the...

City-Wide Spelling Bee!

LUCAS: And the City-Wide winner gets a trophy!

See...

ALMA: Wow!

Every year, the trophy gets bigger and bigger!

RAFIA: Hey, Alma, that kid looks a lot like your mom!

ALMA: [gasp] That is my mom!

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Yes indeedy.

She was a great speller.

You girls in?

ALMA / RAFIA: Yes!

Y-E-S.

Yes!

[♪♪♪]

ALMA: This is where my trophy is going to go

when I win the City-Wide Spelling Bee.

MAMI: [chuckle] Are you sure there's enough room?

I hear every year the trophies are getting bigger and bigger.

ALMA: Hmm.

I didn't think about that.

Maybe you can build me a bigger shelf? [laughs]

MAMI: [laughs] Well, first you need to practice.

Spell: "Banjo."

ALMA: Banjo.

B-a-n-g-o.

Banjo.

MAMI: Sorry. That is incorrect.

ALMA: Oh, yeah.

B-a-n-j-o.

Banjo. Got it.

MAMI: When I was your age, I was so proud to represent the Bronx

in the City Wide spelling bee.

ALMA: Represent?

MAMI: Yeah, only one person from the Bronx can compete.

So, if that person wins, it's like the whole Bronx wins.

ALMA: That's awesome!

MAMI: It sure is.

Okay, the next word is...

PAPI: Pizza!

ALMA: Pizza. P-i-z-a. Pizza!

MAMI: Sorry, Alma, that is incorrect.

It's P-i-z-z-a.

PAPI: Uh, I meant dinner's ready. We're having pizza.

ALMA: I can spell way better after pizza!

[♪♪♪]

LUCAS: Banana.

B-a-n-n-a-n-a. Banana.

[buzzer sound]

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Oh, I'm sorry, Lucas, that's incorrect.

CROWD: [aw] [applause]

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Alma, please spell: banjo.

ALMA: Banjo. B-a-n-j-o.

Banjo! [ding]

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Correct.

RAFIA: Orange.

O-r-a-n-g-e.

Orange.

[ding]

[applause]

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Okay, Alma, your word is: cocoa.

ALMA: Cocoa.

C-o-c-o...

...a. Cocoa.

[ding]

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: That's correct!

CROWD: [cheers]

ALMA: Whew, that was a tricky one.

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Okay. Alma, your word is...

Grapes.

ALMA: Okay. Grapes.

G-r-a-p... -s?

Grapes.

[buzzer sound] CROWD: [aw]

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Sorry, that is incorrect.

MAMI: Awwww.

ALMA: Ugh!

I forgot the E!

G-r-a-p-e-s.

RAFIA: Great try Alma.

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Okay, Rafia,

if you spell this word correctly,

you will be the winner of the Bronx spelling bee.

Your word is: pencil.

RAFIA: Pencil.

P-e-n-...

c-i-l.

Pencil.

[ding] CROWD: [cheers]

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Oooh, that's correct!

Congratulations, Rafia!

You are the best speller in the Bronx!

CROWD: [cheers]

FRANKIE FOUR FEET: Rafia, you will represent the Bronx

at the City-Wide spelling bee next week.

And our alternate will be...

Alma!

FAMILY: Yay! Yeah!

ALMA: Alternate? What's that?

[♪♪♪]

ALMA: Hey, Mami...?

ALMA: What's an alternate?

MAMI: An alternate is the backup person,

in case the first place winner can't compete.

So, let's say Rafia was to get sick

and couldn't make the City-Wide spelling bee.

Then you would compete in her place.

ALMA: Huh.

Since I'm the alternate, I have to be ready to compete,

but I might not compete.

MAMI: Exactly.

ALMA: I don't think I like being an alternate.

MAMI: You should be proud to be an alternate.

People are counting on you, Almita.

ALMA: [sigh] Since people are counting on me,

I guess I should practice.

[♪♪♪]

ANDRÉ: Okay Alma, spell zebra.

ALMA: Zebra.

Z-e-b-r-a.

Zebra.

ANDRÉ: Ding ding ding! That's right.

Good job, Alma. You're on a roll.

Ok, your next word is...

ALMA: [sigh] I think I practiced enough.

Thanks for helping me, André.

ANDRÉ: But we still have more words.

ALMA: Yeah, I know.

But I'm just the alternate.

ANDRÉ: Okay.

RAFIA: Alma! Wait!

You know, Alma...

if I can't make the Spelling Bee,

I'm glad you'll be there.

We're representing the Bronx.

ALMA: [sighs]

UNCLE NESTOR: Come on, Alma. Vamos!

It's time for my show!

ALMA: Gotta go.

My uncle Nestor directed a new show

and tonight's the first performance.

KIDS: Bye, Alma! Bye, teammate!

ANDRÉ: See ya later!

[♪♪♪]

ALMA: This is way more fun than practicing spelling.

[drums playing]

UNCLE NESTOR: Good evening, buenas noches.

I have an announcement.

Unfortunately, our lead actress will not be performing tonight.

She sprained her ankle.

CROWD: Aww.

UNCLE NESTOR: Está bien. She's okay.

She's just not able to dance for a few weeks

while her ankle heals.

ALMA: Oh, no!

The show is going to be cancelled.

UNCLE NESTOR: Buuuut the show must go on!

ALMA: Huh?

UNCLE NESTOR: We have a wonderful understudy

who is ready to take her place in our production of

"My Fair Tomato."

CROWD: [cheers]

ALMA: [whispering] An understudy?

MAMI: [whispering] Yeah! An "understudy" is a backup person

in case an actor can't perform.

ALMA: Oh.

That's sorta like an alternate, right?

MAMI: She's been rehearsing just like the lead actress,

so she's ready to perform, if needed.

She saved the show tonight.

ALMA: Whoa.

She's... like me?

I gotta think about this.

ALMA: What if...

the actress didn't have an understudy...

UNCLE NESTOR: I'm so sorry, but our actress sprained her ankle

and no one else can do the part.

CROWD: [gasps]

The show is cancelled!

CROWD: [Aw] ALMA: Or what if...

Rafia couldn't make it to the spelling bee...

And what if I didn't show up either...

FEMALE ANNOUNCER JUDGE: Bad news, everyone!

Rafia couldn't make it and since her alternate didn't show up,

no one will be representing the Bronx in today's Spelling Bee.

[groan]

ALMA: [gasp] Someone has to be at the spelling bee

to represent the Bronx.

I know what to do.

ALMA: Mami, when we get home,

I need to practice for the spelling bee.

I've gotta be ready!

[♪♪♪]

ANDRÉ: Next word... Car!

ALMA: Car.

C-a-r. Car.

ANDRÉ: Correct!

ALMA: Apple.

A-p-p-l-e.

Apple.

RAFIA: Yes!

ALMA: Chair.

C-h-a-i-r.

Chair.

RAFIA: Zebra.

Z-i-b-r-a.

Z-i-b-r-a. ALMA: [gasp]

RAFIA: Zebra.

ALMA: It's z-e-b-r-a.

RAFIA: Got it.

Thanks!

ANDRÉ: Spell... Winner.

KIDS: Winner.

W-i-n-n-e-r.

Winner!

KIDS: Ding ding ding!

KIDS: Woo-hoo! Uh-huh uh-huh!

ALMA: Oh, we're ready for the spelling bee!

ALMA: Rafia, Rafia, where are you?

RAFIA: Alma! Phew.

Made it.

Thanks sooo much for being here, Alma.

ALMA: We're a team.

That's what alternates are for!

Good luck out there!

[buzzer sound]

FEMALE ANNOUNCER JUDGE: I'm sorry Kevin.

That's incorrect.

CROWD: [Aw]

FEMALE ANNOUNCER JUDGE: Rafia,

if you spell this word correctly,

you will be the winner of the City-Wide spelling bee.

Your word is...

Zebra.

RAFIA: [gasp]

ALMA: [gasp]

RAFIA: Zebra.

Z-e-b-r-a. Zebra.

[ding]

FEMALE ANNOUNCER JUDGE: That's correct.

CROWD: [cheer] Yeah!

ALMA: Go Rafia!

FEMALE ANNOUNCER JUDGE: Congratulations, Rafia!

You are the City-Wide Spelling Bee Champion.

ALL: [cheer]

Yeah! Nice!

ALMA: Congratulations! You did it!

RAFIA: Thanks, Alma!

I couldn't have done it without your help.

ALMA: My pleasure, champ!

KIDS: [giggles]

[♪♪♪]

ALMA: Well, it's not a trophy, but it looks perfect.

P-e-r-f-e-c-t.

Perfect!

[♪♪♪]