01x12 - Glass Onion/Honey Pie

[bunniefuu]

Whoa!

[chorus] ♪ Love, love, love ♪

♪ Love, love, love ♪

♪ There's nothing you can do
That can't be done ♪

[laughing]

♪ Nothing you can sing
That can't be sung ♪

♪ Nothing you can say but you can learn
How to play the game ♪

♪ It's easy ♪

♪ Nothing you can make
That can't be made ♪

♪ No one you can save
That can't be saved ♪

♪ Nothing you can do but you can learn
How to be you in time ♪

♪ It's easy ♪

[all] ♪ All you need is love ♪

♪ All you need is love ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

Ready?

One, two, three.

[groaning]

Oh, thanks, Crick.

This will look so cool in my nest.

No problem, Blackbird.

After Christmastime,
we always find amazing things.

[laughs]

Oh, my. Look at me.

I'm one of the Three Slugateers.

En garde. Ooh!

[sighs]

Everyone else is finding beautiful stuff
except me.

Keep looking, Walter.

-You'll find something.
-Hey, check out the awesome stuff we got.

The stickiest sticks ever.

And the yummiest.

Mm!

Oh, my belly-ness.

You have to see this.

Ta-da! Ha-ha-ha.

The perfect outfit
for the annual bug parade.

What is this thingy?

Technically, it's not so much
a thingy as a... ooh, onion.

It's a kind of a food.

Do you hear that squish?

[all yelling]

Get it off. Get it off.

It's making me cry.

Surprisingly.

Yuck!

[wheezing] Water. Get me water.

[all spitting]

[sighs]

Ooh! Look.

Something so sparkly.
Surely that has to be treasure.

-[all gasping]
-Yay! Yay! Yay!

Whoa.

Amazing.

Aah! It's alive.

By my observations,
that's simply your, um, reflection.

Hmm.

-Actually, it's my reflection.
-Actually, it's my reflection.

See?

-Look out.
-Aah!

Waa!

So beautiful.

Can we keep it?

Can we? Can we? Can we?

-Yeah.
-Oh, yeah.

Oh, my.

It's magnificent. It's inspiring.

It's...

-What is it?
-A priceless treasure.

And guess who found it.
Here's a clue.

-Me.
-It's a bubble with me reflectioned in it.

I think it's a, uh, tree egg.

Trees don't usually lay eggs.

Uh, I... I know what it is.

It's... It's an onion.

A glass onion.

Aah! Yes. A magical glass onion.

The most-est magical-est ever-er.

I've never seen anything
so... amazing and so beautiful.

Where on earth did you find it, dears?

Well, we were in Strawberry Fields,
you know the place?

♪ I told you about Strawberry Fields ♪

♪ You know the place
Where nothing is real ♪

♪ Well, here's another place you can go ♪

♪ Where everything flows ♪

♪ Looking through the bent backed tulips ♪

♪ To see how the other half live ♪

♪ Looking through a glass onion ♪

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

♪ Looking through a glass onion ♪

This is going to be the best float
in the bug parade.

Oh, yes, I can see it now.

Thank you. Thank you.

No, please. Don't stop.

[sighs] It will be so magnificent.

Hey. How come you get to decide
what we do with it?

Because I'm the one who found it.

But I'm the one who got it out of the tree
and I've got a way better idea.

I'd make it an amazing ride.

We'd call it's Jay's Wild Water Walker.

Well, that's interesting,

but I had a more scien-crific plan
in mind.

We can use it
for underwater explor-ification,

and call it the Crickto-marine.

[Jay] Crickto-what?

Jay's Wild Water Walker is way catchier.

But a Crickto-marine would be
of far more value to science.

Hello. I found it.
And I want it to be a parade float.

-Anything else would be a hideous waste.
-Hey, bugs, calm down.

It's so beautiful,
why can't we all share it?

Let's put it somewhere safe
where everyone can see it,

like, for instance, my house.

It would look awesome there

and everyone
would be so welcome to come and see it.

Sorry, visitors stay
behind the rope, please.

I don't understand.
Why should it stay at your house?

Well, it has to stay somewhere.

But by my calculations,
that isn't sharing at all.

The case for keeping it
at my house is multi-layered...

This arguing makes my head hurt.

Whoa!

Oh, no.

Bugs. Look.

The onion.

[yelling]

[all gasp]

Whoa.

Are you okay, little Buzz?

Uh-- I think so.

-You really scared us, Buzz.
-Everyone,

I have an idea.

Why don't we let Buzz decide

what the best plan is,
for the onion, I mean.

That's a great idea, Crick.

-Okay.
-Yeah, I guess so.

So, which plan do you like, Buzz?

Um, um...

Well, I think... I think...

Well...

How do I choose?

Whoever I don't pick
will be disappoint-erated.

[Walter] Hurry up, Buzz.

The suspense
is making my squish go trembly.

-[gulps]
-Maybe you could give Buzz more time.

-Can she tell you tomorrow?
-Yes.

Tomorrow.

-I guess it is getting late.
-But how will I ever sleep not knowing?

Oh, chillax, Walter.

Come on.

-See you later.
-Bye, see you tomorrow.

Um, how will I choose tomorrow?

Let's just see what the morning brings,
Buzz.

-[yawns]
-[rooster crows]

It's gone.

The onni-onion is gone.

Gone? But who took it?

Oh, don't look at me.

-Walter?
-How dare you even suggest that?

It's probably in Kumi's house.

-No way. I wouldn't take it.
-What's this?

[all gasp]

Blackbird.

[Crick] Oh, dear.

It's in her nest.

But why would Blackbird take it?

We have to get it back.

I know.

Whoever gets to the onion first
gets to do their plan.

-Wait. What?
-Awesome.

-Let it go. I won.
-No, you didn't.

-I did.
-By my calculations, it was me.

-Blackbird, why'd you take the onion?
-Yes. Why?

I hated seeing you all arguing over it.

It was like you'd forgotten
you were all friends.

You're so right
and yet everyone knows it's mine.

-Walter.
-No, it isn't.

Bugs. Be friends. Be friends.

-This is just unbelievable.
-Don't you dare.

-[glass breaks]
-[all gasp]

Smashee.

Bye-bye, special bubble.

Bye-bye, parade float.

-Now it's no use to anyone.
-And it's all our fault.

Yes.

My dears, I think I might still be able
to do something with it,

but you'll all need to help.

[all gasp]

-Awesome.
-Amazing.

It is awesome.

And you all did it together.

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Looking through a glass onion ♪

[panting] Sorry I'm late.

Has he been yet?

Did I miss him?

Nope. No sign of Postman Bee.

-But Postman Bee is never late.
-He is today.

Um... incoming.

Postman Bee is vectoring in.

[all cheering]

Touchdown Village Green confirmed.

[chattering]

It's just the mail.

Nothing to get excited about.

[chattering excitedly]

Delivery complete. [sighs]

Wow. Something sure put the gloom
in his glow worm.

Never mind him.
Wait till you see what I ordered.

It's a cool new baseball cap. See? Huh?

This isn't a new baseball cap.
They're bottle caps.

These should be earbud cables,
not serving ladles.

-My drum set cymbal is a sewing thimble.
-This is not the sunbrella I ordered.

My bounce ball isn't the bounciest.

All the deliveries are wrong.

Postman Bee messed up the packages.

But that never happens.

Never, ever.

The never ever-est.

[gasps] Something must be wrong with him.

I shall found out.

Ouchie.

-Hello, Granny.
-Sonny.

You're just in time for... uh...

for...

What was I doing?

-I can't remember.
-Making lunch?

Yes, making lunch.

It will be ready in two wags of a wing.

♪ Honey Pie
My position is tragic ♪

♪ Come and show me the magic ♪

♪ Of your Hollywood song ♪

♪ Oh, Honey Pie ♪

♪ You are driving me frantic ♪

-Hello there, Walter.
-Postman Bee.

-Is everything all right?
-Negatory, Walter.

My granny's memory
has begun to fade. [sighs]

Did you know she used to be a famous chef?

Really?

You mean, like, famously famous? Ha-ha-ha.

You have to tell me everything.

Everyone knew her name.

She even had her own cooking show.

Today we're making honey pie,

so, straighten those aprons
and spin those pins

because for goodness sake,
it's time to bake.

[Bee] But as famous as my granny became,
she never forgot about me.

We'd have lunch together every Saturday,

and I'd tell her everything
that happened during the week.

Then, we'd finish
with our favorite dessert, honey pie.

But these days, Granny can't remember
the recipe for honey pie.

I wish I'd learned it,
so I could make it for her now.

Lunch is ready, dear.

For dessert, I made a...

um, honey pie.

It's your favorite, isn't it?

Sure is. Mm, mm.

That pie looks good enough to... eat.

Don't worry, Postman Bee,
there must be something...

that we can do to help.

Yes. Let's be helpies.

Well, we could make a whole batch
of honey pies

using different ingredients
until we find the right recipe?

Or we could build a Crickto-crank
Memory Yank Machine

and pull the recipe out of Granny's head.

We can't bring the recipe back to Granny,

so, let's bring old Granny
back to the recipe.

We'll redo her old cooking show,

so, she feels like a star again.
Bet you that makes her remember.

Jay. That's a mar-belly-ous idea.

[Granny] I added some...

What did I add?

Oh, yes, uh, some nettle?

Maybe that will help it taste right.

I'm sure it will be, um, delicious.

Over here, Granny Bee. Smile.

Granny Bee.
Can we have your autograph?

Time to go, GB.
Everyone's ready for you.

Ready for me?

Uh-huh. You can't be late
for your own cooking show.

[giggling]

Welcome to our red carpet event.

Love the hair.

Who are you wearing today, Granny Bee?

And we're on.

In three, two, one.

[clears throat]

From beautiful Downtown Village Green,

it's time for Baking with Granny.

[applause]

Um...

Today we're making...

um...

Honey pie.

Moving in for a close-up.

I'm not sure what to do.

Well, do you want to mix the honey
with strawberry syrup?

-Or maybe rose petal puree?
-When do we get to eat?

-How about we add slug sauce to the flour?
-When do we get to eat?

If we mix water with the honey,
do we call it runny pie?

When do we get to eat?

Uh, we'll start by, uh,
rolling out the dough.

Roll the dough.

You got it, Granny.

I-- I don't know what to do.

I can't remember.

Bugs. I appreciate what you're
trying to do, but mission fail.

Terminate plan.

Granny, we should...

[giggling]

Oh! Think honey's funny, huh?

Ah! [giggling]

Ugh!

Food fight.

Now, now, everyone.

So, that's how you want to play?

Begin Operation Toss and Slosh.

[laughing]

[Buzz] Oh, no.

Granny,

I am so sorry.

You know, that tastes very familiar.

Almost like one of my
old-fashioned honey pies.

It just needs more cinnamon
and maybe a dash of... Is it molasses?

Yes.

I remember.

For goodness sake, it's time to bake.

This is no time to be lazy.

Sonny, roll out that dough.

Jay, shape it into the pan.

Two ladles of honey, please, Kumi.

♪ Honey Pie, you are making me crazy ♪

♪ I'm in love but I'm lazy ♪

♪ So won't you please come home ♪

♪ Oh, Honey Pie, my position is tragic ♪

♪ Come and show me the magic ♪

♪ Of your Hollywood song ♪

I'm ready for my close-up now.

♪ You became a legend
Of the silver screen ♪

♪ And now the thought of meeting you
Makes me weak in the knees ♪

Less shaking, more baking.

♪ Honey Pie, you are making me crazy ♪

♪ I'm in love but I'm lazy ♪

♪ So won't you please come home ♪

[all vocalizing]

♪ Honey Pie, Honey Pie ♪

[oven bell dings]

Awesome.

Deli-belli-lissimo.

Sonny?

Mm.

It's just like I remember.

Me too.

I'm going to write down the recipe
so I don't forget again.

And next Saturday, you can make it for me.

Mail call.

-How's Granny Bee?
-She's cooking up a storm.

Thank you for all your help.

It meant the world to me.

Lift off.

Honey pie.

"To my best assistant cooks ever,
love, Granny."

So sweet.

But honey pie is the sweetest.

[all cheering]

♪ Honey Pie, Honey Pie ♪

♪ All you need is love ♪

♪ All you need is love ♪

♪ All you need is love, love ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪

♪ Love is all you need ♪