02x03 - Go Fish/Roller Derby/A Birthday Present For Mom

[bunniefuu]

[RATTLING]

SINGER: Way up high
In the Rolie Polie sky

Is a little round planet
Of a really nice guy

[UP-TEMPO b*at]

SINGER: He's Rolie Polie Olie

He's small and smart
And round

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

-Howdy
-Howdy

-Hooray
-Hooray

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

He's Rolie Polie Olie

He's small and smart
And round

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

Howdy

Howdy

Hooray

Hooray

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid

The swellest kid around

Whee!

Here we are, Fishy... Home.

Howdy, everybody.

I've got a big surprise.

[BARKING]

Hey, Spot. Remember Fishy?

[CHUCKLES]

Fishy likes you.

MOM: Looks like you three are having fun.

Fishy!

Me love Fishy.

[LAUGHING]

I got picked to look after Fishy again.

Just for the weekend.

Teacher gave me this.

It's all the stuff I'm
supposed to do for Fishy.

Hmm. Feed, clean bowl,

play, and lots of loving.

Sounds easy enough.

Zowie help.

Well, Mr. Fishy,

welcome back.

[WHISTLING TUNE]

[LAUGHING]

OLIE: Remember Fishy, Dad?

I sure do.

He's your school fish.

Mr. Fishy used to live
in a school of fish.

Now he just lives in a school.

[ALL LAUGHING]

MOM: Oh, hon.

Din-din, everybody.

Mm, mm.

Hungry, Fishy?

[BURPS]

He's really hungry.

Gee whiz.

He sure is full of beans.

I never seen him act this way before.

[SLURPING]

Yum.

Tummy-tickling tasty.

Well, what now, Fishy old pal?

DAD: Says here,

after feeding comes cleaning.

Zowie help! Zowie help!

Okeydokey, Zowie.

It's tubby time, Fishy.

I'll just insert the compressitizer

into the exhaustylizer.

Ready, Olie?

Ready, Dad.

Ready, Fishy?

DAD: Thanks, Olie.

Fishy like tubby.

Play, Fishy.

How's it going

down there, Olie?

Okeydokey, Dad.

Fishy loves tubby.

Catch, Olie.

Time to scrub-a-dub-dub.

Boy, he swims like a...

[CHUCKLES]

Well, like a fish.

ZOWIE: Play, Fishy. Play toy.

-[SQUEAKING]
-[SPLASHING]

[LAUGHING]

DAD: That little fish packs more pep

than a peck of pistons.

I'm about done with
the rub-a-dub of his tub.

Here you go, Mr. Fishy.

Your bowl's squeaky-clean.

Fishy jump.

[LAUGHING]

Fishy's never been
this much fun at school.

Play, Fishy.

Play more.

DAD: Looks like Mr. Fishy
is a tad tuckered out.

Swimming in tubby is more
of a workout than he's used to.

Oh.

Maybe he just needs to relax.

Got any sixes?

Um...

Go fish.

OLIE: Okeydokey, Fishy. It's your turn.

How many, Olie?

One... Two...

He wants to know if you have any twos?

ZOWIE: Nokeydokey.

Go fish, Fishy.

OLIE: I don't think he wants
to play, Zowie.

I think Fishy's got a tummy ache.

ZOWIE: Oh.

What do, Olie?

Fishy sick?

He does look a little under the weather.

Maybe he's homesick.

But the bowl is his home, right, Dad?

I expect so, Olie.

OLIE: I fed, cleaned,

and played with him
just like the teacher said.

What else did your note say to do?

Feed, clean, play, and lots of loving.

Hmm. Let's see how he is in the morning.

I think maybe lots of loving

is what Fishy needs now.

[KISSING SOUND]

DAD: It's nighty-night time for everyone.

Let's get you to bed, Zowie.

Nighty-night, Fishy.

Feel better.

Can Fishy sleep in my room with me?

Of course he can, Olie.

I'm kind of worried about him.

[WHIMPERS]

[SIGHS]

Feel better, Fishy.

Sleep tight.

[ALARM RINGING]

[GASPS]

Fishy?

Where are you?

Fishy? Where's Fishy?

Mom! Dad! Fishy's gone!

We've got something to tell you, Olie.

Is he okay?

I wouldn't say he's okay, but...

She sure is.

Wow! Fishy isn't a he.

He's a she.

Fishy have babies.

[ZOWIE GIGGLING]

There's one, two, three,
four, five, six baby fish.

I brought one fish
home from school

and now I'm taking back a whole school.

Right, Dad?

Righty-o, son.

[ALL CHUCKLING]

OLIE: Are they ready, Dad?

DAD: Almost, Olie.

I just have to adjust the de-speederator

a little to the left.

Or is it the right?

Are they ready now?

Almost got it.

Okay, Olie.

You're all set.

Give them a whirl.

Okeydokey.

Your helmet.

Oops. Thanks, Dad.

I wonder how fast they can go?

MOM: You'll find out soon enough

once that homework's all done.

Don't worry, Mom.
I'll get my homework done.

Can I roll around the house first?

Nokeydokey, Olie.

Homework on the double.

[SIGHS]

To the end of the driveway?

No. You heard Mom.

To the other side of the garage?

Not until your homework's done.

But skating can help with my homework.

Mm-hmm.

If I skate to my room,

I'll get to my homework faster.

Mom did say on the double.

[CHUCKLING] Well then,

straight up, on the double,
and get that homework finished.

Okeydokey.

Howdy, Spot.

Come on.

[SPOT BARKING]

Whoa!

Sorry about that, Mom.

Olie!

I'm skating to my room
so I'll get to my homework faster.

Uh-huh.

[SPOT SNORING]

[SIGHS]

Whoopsie.

It looks like I have to get a new crayon.

[CHUCKLES]

Oops, I forgot a ruler.

I can get it faster if I skate.

Oh, no.

Now I need

a red marker.

Lucky I have these skates on

so I can get back to my homework faster.

Hmm...

I could really use

a pillow.

I might need a baseball hat

to get some shade from the lamp.

Yeah.

[ZOWIE GIGGLING]

Play, Olie, play.

Zowie try! Zowie try!

Whee!

Huh?

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

That sure doesn't sound
like homework to me.

Yay!

You can't catch me.

That homework all done, Olie?

Olie?

Huh?

My new skates are helping me
to learn shapes.

Look, a circle.

Pretty neat, huh?

I know, I know.

No skating.

[SIGHS]

Now, just my reading homework to do.

I can't reach it.

[BARKING]

Oh, gee.

I guess I'll have
to roll on over and get it.

I might need a bookmark.

Hmm.

[WHIMPERS]

I wonder...

if I skate faster...

maybe I'll read faster.

Yahoo! Yes!

Hey, slow down, will you?

I can't stop!

Oh, my.

[OLIE YELLING]

I hope you finished
your homework.

Mom! My skates won't stop!

Help!

[JAUNTY WHISTLING]

-OLIE: Dad!
-Huh?

OLIE: Look out!

Olie!

OLIE: Help! I can't stop!

Ooh, golly.

Whoa!

Olie?

Run, Spot, run!

Help! I can't stop!

Jiminy Rolie Rowley.

I must have adjusted
the despeederator the wrong way.

Dad!

Yay!

Look out!

Huh?

OLIE: Hey, Billy.

-Hey!
-Hi, Billy.

Uh...

Okay, then.

See you later.

Olie?

Wow!

Ay! Yo! Yo! Yo!

Zowie, look out!

You okay, Spot?

[WHIMPERS]

Me, too.

All right, speedy.

I figured out the problem
with your skates.

If you still need them
to do your homework,

I can make the adjustment.

That's okay, Dad.

I'll skate through my homework

with the gears I've got up here.

[CHUCKLING]

[YAWNING]

Well. I'm bushed.

[YAWNS]

[YAWNS]

I think your roller derby adventure
took the skating out of all of us.

ZOWIE: Skate! Skate! Skate!

[ZOWIE GIGGLING]

Not all of us.

We're going to need oodles of money
for Mom's birthday present.

Uh-oh.

Oops. Let's get him!

[PIG SQUEALING]

[DOG BARKING]

Don't let him escape, Spot!

Piggy, piggy, piggy.

OLIE: Oh, no.

What's with the ruckusin here?

Um, nothing.

Thanks, Mom.

Nothing, huh?

[OINKS]

[OINKS]

Come on, piggy.

Cough the rest up.

Please.

It's to buy Mom

an extra-special birthday present.

That it?

Three washers, a lug nut

and four gears.

That a lot?

Not enough.

Piggy, you keep it till we get more.

Where get more, Olie?

Um, come on.

I know just the place to find it.

More! More! More! More! More!

Gee whiz, Zowie, couch is pretty low

on loot today.

Hey, what are you pirates hunting for?

Buried treasure.

[RATTLING]

Sounds like you got
a fair bit of loot there.

Nokeydokey, Pappy.

We need to find more

if we're going to buy Mom
a birthday present.

Oh, I see.

You know, when I was
a young whippersnapper

and I needed some spare Moodle,

well, I went out and earned it myself.

How, Pappy?

Well, you find something
everyone likes and you sell it.

Zowie like lemony ade.

[BARKING]

Heh-heh. I reckon we all do.

Hey.

Let's build a stand and sell lemonade

to everyone who comes by.

We'll make oodles of money.

[CHUCKLES]

And what are you going to do

with oodles of money?

We want to buy Mom a birthday present.

Well, that's thoughtful of you.

I made this porta bowling buffer
for her birthday

to polish her bowling ball.

Jiminy.

Looks like I put too much pizzazz in it.

Neato.

Look out!

Something's not quite right.

Well, let me take a look.

Hmm.

Everything looks tip-top...

ALL: Pappy!

What's all the...?

-Nothing.
-Nothing.

-Nothing.
-Nothing.

Nothing.

[LAUGHING]

[CHUCKLING]

Well... Okay.

I'm off to run a couple of errands.

I'll be back in a jiffy.

Okeydokey.

ALL: Phew!

ZOWIE: Lemony ade, lemony ade

Lemony ade

We're going to sell
a zillion glasses, Zow.

I can feel it.

We'll buy Mom the bestest present.

DAD: Look out!

[BOWLING BALL LAUNCHING]

Oh, well. Next one, Zowie.

This car, Olie?

[SIGHS]

Next one, Zowie.

This car, Olie?

Next one, Zowie.

BILLY: Howdy, neighbor.

Oh, howdy, Billy.

Space Boys are on.

You want to come watch it at my house?

Sure!

Uh, but I can't.

We're trying to make enough money
to buy Mom a birthday present.

Want to buy some lemonade?

I would, but I don't have
one plug lug nut.

-Sorry.
-OLIE: It's okay.

Want some anyway?

Ahh...

Thanks. Space Boy is supposed to be

about a meteor that smashes
into their planet.

See you later.

DAD: Look out!

We can't seem to get Mom's
bowling buffer working right.

And we can't seem to sell

a single glass of lemonade.

Well, there's no reason
why this place shouldn't be hopping.

Pappy's right.

Maybe you need to drum up
some business.

Liven the place up.

Yeah.

Lemony ade, lemony ade, lemony ade

Lemony ade, lemony ade, lemony ade

We might as well give up, Zowie.

We're never going to sell any lemonade.

[BOTH SIGHING]

MOM: A glass of lemonade, please.

OLIE: Mom?

My errand-running's made me thirsty.

I could sure use a glass.

Okeydokey

but you can't pay.

Why's that?

Well, um...

the whole reason we opened
the lemonade stand

was so we could make enough money

to buy you a special birthday present.

Oh.

Only, we didn't make enough.

No present for Mommy.

You want to know what I was wishing for

for my birthday?

A party, with lemonade,
and music and dancing.

It looks like you've got the makings

of just that kind
of birthday present right here.

Yeah?

You know, extra-special
homemade birthday presents

are my favorite kind.

[DRUM AND KAZOO PLAYING]

Party, party, party!

Dad! Pappy!

Happy birthday, Sweetums.

I made you a brand-new... Whoa!

Shucks. I should have just
gone to the store

to buy you a brand new buffer.

It's okeydokey, Dad.

Mom's favorite kind of present

is the extra-special homemade kind.

[KISSING]

Brava.