01x05 - My Fair Sticksy

[bunniefuu]

Grrr!

[rapid beeping]

[bang]

[squeals]

No one can stop me from turning
every coconut on this island

into deadly explodo-nuts

thanks to
my fiendish spider-bombs.

Scuttle, my spiders! Scuttle!

[rapid beeping]

Is it just me or have Eggman's
plans gotten a little weird?

Exploding spider-bot coconuts?
No, it's not just you.

How can we tell the difference
between regular coconuts and--

[coughs] Oh, I see.

It's psychological.

The spider-bots
are a cry for help

and the coconuts
indicate mother issues.

I do not have mother issues!

Grrr!

[laughs]

[alarm clock rings]

Darn it! I promised Sticks a
girls' night out to the volcano.

-Can we wrap this up?
-Just as it was getting good.

Mummy!

Curse you, Sonic!

I just had this washed.

[Amy] Come on, Sticks! The
volcano won't be open all night.

-The volcano closes?
-It's an expression.

-Of what?
-I don't know.

"It's an expression"
is just an expression.

Come on, getting ready
is half the fun of going out.

Like, what have you got
in your purse?

-Purse?
-A girl needs the essentials.

Cab fare, lip balm...

picture of a friend that
you've no romantic interest in.

Purse! Right!

[clattering]

Sticks! Are you OK?

Oh, no!

Purse is around here somewhere.

Sticks! You're a pack rat.

No, I'm not.

A pack rat's
some kind of dance, right?

Thanks for helping
with Sticks's yard sale.

She's a pack rat
but together we can beat it.

Right, Sticks?

-I don't--
-Right!

Amy, do you think maybe you're
being a little too take-charge?

It's what we'd all do for
a pathetic and hopeless friend.

Hey! Hey!

Let the yard sale begin.

Nope.
Not too take-charge at all.

How much
for this stick beehive?

I can't sell that!
My great-aunt gave it to me.

Then how much
for this cow skull?

No! That's where I keep
my stick beehive.

-How about this wad of moss?
-Not that moss!

Sideways under a full moon
it looks like Amy...

with two noses and a beard.

Five bucks for all of it.

-Grrr-uggh!
-Just breathe.

Look, Knuckles.

A zoocheye crystal cluster.

Perfect to build
a hyper-exo-mataphier, right?

Um... what came after
"Look, Knuckles"?

Hey, what are you doing there?

I... was going to buy this.

-Ten bucks.
-Ten bucks? Highway robbery!

[Sonic] Ahem.

Er... two bucks?

Guys, could you move this couch
across the yard?

-You got it.
-[Tails groans]

Ahem.

Three bucks.
And not a penny more.

How much for this stump helmet?

Four bucks. Right, Sticks?

[muffled protests]

What luck!

This is a perfect focusing lens
for my hyper-exo-mataphier.

All I need is a refracting
chamber and an influx reflector.

Right, Knuckles?

Do you use big words just
to make me feel... um... uh...

what's that word
that means not smart?

-Obtuse?
-That's what I'm talking about.

[Sonic] Amy! How much
for the granite ottoman?

Be right there! Just grabbing
the last of this stuff.

[grunts]

-Oh!
-[low-pitched humming]

-[humming stops]
-Oh, well. Coming!

[humming starts again]

[humming
keeps stopping and starting]

Forgot this spoon.

Three and a half bucks?

When this is over
you'll feel much better.

A clean house is a happy house.

Now, how much should we charge
for that old surfboard I found?

Wait.

Old surfboard
made of hard wood

blocking the portal
with the evil skull?

Yeah. So?

This is the cave
of the evil froglodytes.

That surfboard was there
to keep it shut!

[all screeching]

Oh. Whoops.

[Amy] Sonic!

What's going on?

Amy took down the surfboard

which was protecting us
from hordes of froglodytes

invading
from the bowels of the world.

-My bad.
-Now you're talking!

About the invading horde, I
mean, not about you screwing up.

Whatever you got for the
surfboard, Amy, it was worth it.

"Here's the only thing between
us and a horde of evil monsters.

I'll sell that for three bucks."

"'Cos a clean home
is a happy home."

OK. I get it.

I could use a little help here

if you're done
making fun of Amy,

who totally deserves it.

-Ohh!
-Sticks!

The froglodytes took her.

-What do we do?
-Huh. Blame you?

-After that.
-We go in and rescue her.

I wish my hyper-exo-mataphier
was finished.

You'll find the part you need.

We've got a whole junkyard
of stuff here.

Time to take in the trash.

-What does that mean?
-Shh. It's a dramatic moment.

O great Froggymandias,
accept this humble sacrifice.

Really humble.
Scrawny, actually.

We've been stuck down here for
so long, you'll take anything.

Have you anything to say
before you are sacrificed,

wretched soul?

-[grunts]
-Yeeoww!

[all gasp]

You've got a lot of nerve

for somebody
who lives in my basement.

There's one of you and...
oh, let's see...

one, two... a bazillion of us.

Um, sir. Og is home sick.

A bazillion minus one of us.

What chance
do you think you have?

Hey, I know that coconut.

Give us back our friend.

Couch!

-[grunts]
-[all] Ugh!

I knew this
would come in handy.

No, you didn't. Let's get 'em!

Beehive. Yah!

Beehive. Yah!

Hey, this one's
still got bees in it. Yah!

Taste my hyper-exo-mataphier!

It works! It actually works!

Frown.

You look tired. Have a seat.

Ha-ha! I crack myself up.

-Sticks. Need this?
-Hey, thanks.

-[crash]
-Ugh.

Come on,
let's blow this frog-leg stand.

Now to block this door forever.

Designer shelving. Sturdy.
And good feng shui.

I don't know about you guys,

but I need a trip
to the volcano.

Really? Great!

Ahem.

-Three seventy-five?
-Fine.

Woo-hoo-hoo!

Mine went farthest
before it melted.

No, mine went farthest
before it melted.

Are you worried about the
froglodytes coming out again?

No, I think they'll be fine.

[both laugh]

My brethren, we are trapped.

[all gasp]

But this old furniture
totally brightens up the place.

Og, move that coffee table
over here.

It really ties the cave
together.

Um, sir. Og is home sick.