01x47 - Fuzzy Puppy Buddies

[bunniefuu]

Grrr!

Traditional. Nice, Sonic.

Very derivative, Tails.

Sticks,
yours just screams "fun".

And Knuckles.

It's so hard to choose a winner.

It probably doesn't matter, Amy.

Because the beach
is nature's hourglass

and time will wipe clean what
we have built as everlasting?

No, because
of the ginormous storm.

Agh!

Quick, let's get to my shack.

-I don't think so.
-It's safer in the storm.

Is that place up to code?

Then we'll go to Amy's.

That could be fun, I guess.

It can be a slumber party
and we'll stay up late and...

Hey! Wait for me!

So it will be a slumber party.

We'll stay up late,
watch movies,

eat snacks,
play truth or dare...

-Truth: where are the snacks?
-I dare you to get them for us.

Not sure you guys
understand truth or dare,

but I can whip up
some hors d'oeuvres.

Hors d'oeuvres? I wanted snacks.
I hate this game.

[Amy] Here you go.

Quiche Lorraine,
vegetarian spring rolls

and an assortment of baked
Camembert and Brie cheeses

on rosemary focaccia toast.

[all] Yeah!

[all sigh]

Not bad. Could have used
some ketchup, though.

-[groans]
-[thunder]

-Agh!
-Ooh, lightning phobia pile!

Whoa! Agghh!

It's OK. A glass horse is just
as good as a glass unicorn.

It's coming down pretty hard out
there. It can't get any worse.

-It's time for arts and crafts!
-I spoke too soon.

Using a sprig of holly and just
a few everyday household items

that you have to order
from a craft catalogue,

you too can create a lovely
rustic wicker centrepiece.

How's everyone else's
centrepieces coming along?

And now
for the pièce de résistance.

[sneezes]

Look at this mess you made!

Don't you mean,
"Look at this art we made"?

OK. This is OK.

Now one of my favourite party
activities... clean-up time!

Come on, Amy,
we want to do something fun

like pole-vaulting
over the couch

or sh*t-putting Tails
across the room.

No! You guys have made
a big enough mess already.

Don't touch anything,
don't do anything,

just sit there quietly
until the storm passes.

-[ding!]
-Who's ready for popovers?

[all groan]

There's got to be something fun
to do around here.

Huh?

Well, well, well...

"A Rose Without Thorns,
a play in three acts."

-And guess who wrote it.
-Me?

-No, not you. Amy.
-Ohh.

[clears throat] "An empty stool
sits under a spotlight

as the lovely, charismatic
and super-popular Annie Rose

appears through the curtain
and pours herself a lemonade."

"It was years since I first met
that mysterious stranger,

the one with fur
the colour of the ocean."

Who do we know
with ocean-coloured fur?

-Me?
-Well, it can't be me.

While I am mysterious,
I'm more of a royal blue.

"Sonar enters and crosses
the stage in his scarlet loafers.

Sonar: 'Hey, Annie,
I'm gonna play volleyball.

I play against myself because
nobody else can keep up.'"

See? That doesn't sound
anything like me.

He's an egomaniac but without
the awesomeness to back it up.

"Thump, thump, thump.

A knock at the door like the
sound of someone big and strong

but unable to figure out
a simple doorknob.

Annie Rose sashays to the door
and answers,

revealing Shoulders, the hulking
dullard of a farm hand."

Me?

"He strides towards Annie but is
distracted by a shiny object."

It doesn't say that.
Give it here. [gasps]

Wait. What was I about to do?

"But before Annie can reply,

a naive young fox
named Taylor enters,

cowering
beneath the legs of Sonar."

Hey, I don't cower.

-[thunder]
-Ohh!

Curse you, irony.

"Just when all hope is lost,

enter Twigs,
the crazy-eyed feral badger.

'Miss Annie,
the robot apocalypse is nigh.

I intercepted a transmission
from my toaster.'"

This is just ridiculous.

Everyone knows when
the robo-apocalypse arrives

it's the can-openers
that will transmit signals.

Toaster!

What are you doing?

You're reading my play?
That's an invasion of my privacy.

We have a right to read it since
we happen to be the characters.

-It's not based on you guys.
-Oh, no?

Gimme gimme gimme!

Oh, like Twigs
isn't exactly like you?

She'd be wiped out by the
robo-apocalypse in two seconds

taking advice from toasters.

Can you believe these people?

Guys, stop fighting!
Right, Sonic?

Was that you talking, Taylor?

I couldn't see you
in Sonic's shadow.

[laughs] Good one, Knucks.

At least I'm not an egomaniac,
Sonar.

That character wasn't like me.

He wasn't nearly as awesome
as I am.

You know what's not awesome?

Rummaging through my drawers
and reading my manuscript.

When this storm blows over,
we should go our separate ways.

Why wait?
I'm going to the kitchen.

I will make and consume all the
dainty hors d'oeuvres I want...

without ketchup!

[all] Fine!

Ugh!

What brings you from Workbenchia
to the Kingdom of Television?

The new Wolf Sidekick special
is about to come on.

I come bearing this necklace
made of the finest paperclips.

I offer it in exchange
for some screen time.

Your paperclip necklace pleases
me. I grant you two minutes.

Lady Rose of House Kitchen,

in exchange for safe passage
to your refrigerator

I offer you these blankets,
that you may be warm.

[Amy] Knuckles, don't let
the fact that I built a fort

fool you into thinking
I'm playing this game.

Oh, come on.

I'm so hungry I'll eat those
horse doctors you force-fed us.

I don't need blankets. It's
not even that cold. Go away!

[toot-toot!]

Shoehorn! Hey-oh!

Let's see what else
we got in here.

You like this?

He's so relatable.
He speaks for all sidekicks.

Brrr. It's getting cold in here.

Maybe I can build some sort
of heater back in Workbenchia.

[Sticks] Halt! Who goes there?

Sticks, get out of my fort!

Not yours any more.
I took it in a daring raid.

No one was defending it,
but still, Workbenchia is mine.

Now go! But before you do,
where's the heat in this joint?

The heat! Of course. Worry not,
friends, I know where to go.

But it'll be a long, perilous
journey, so we must make haste.

Well, we're here.

Knuckles, we need blankets. In
exchange I'll let you watch TV.

Television! Who needs it?

Don't ever say that again!

Come on, Knuckles. It's cold
and you've got all the blankets.

Fools! Your offerings
mean nothing to me.

The thermostat
is under my control

and only munchies
will end this winter.

Ha! Who's the dullard now?

No, seriously, I'd like to know.

[Amy] If you think I'm giving in
to your ploy, you're wrong.

-Turn off the air conditioning.
-Never!

For too long
we've allowed Knuckles

to control that thermostat
with an iron fist.

We must topple our oppressor
from his cushiony perch.

Join with me and you'll never
want for comfy blankets again.

[both] Freedom!

Oh. So it's w*r you want, eh?

[Tails] Eat feathers, numbskull!

If I can eat feathers,
who needs the refrigerator?

-Take that!
-Hey, watch it!

[all laughing]

Hey, storm's over. Yo, Amy,
let's head back to the beach.

I can't believe you guys.

You criticise my snacks
but eat them,

make a mockery
of arts and crafts time

and make fun of my play.

And now you're gonna leave
without cleaning up?

[grunts] Ohh!

Ugh!

-We owe someone an apology.
-Me?

Amy's right.
We took things too far.

You know,
Amy's play wasn't all that bad.

Actually, I kind of liked Twigs.

We can overlook the toaster
as a youthful indiscretion.

Shoulders wasn't so bad either.

I mean, he's no me...
but neither am I.

Or is it?

Yeah, it's almost as if they
were cartoon versions of us.

[all] Yeah.

I know
how we can make it up to Amy.

Come on, Ames, you'll love it.

Unless it's a clean house
with an unbroken unicorn,

I'm not interested.

[gasps]

Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you for coming

to the premiere performance
of "A Rose Without Thorns",

written by our very own,
very talented Amy Rose.

It was years since I first met
that mysterious stranger

with fur
the colour of the ocean.

Hey, Annie,
I'm gonna go play volleyball.

I play against myself
because nobody else can keep up,

but you can watch if you like.

What am I saying?
Of course you'd like to.

Annie, let me take the wheel.

You'll never make it
through the storm.

A woman can do anything
a man can do.

And I will sing it from the
mountain tops if I have to...

This rose has no thorns!

[all cheer]

What an amazing reception.
I'd like to thank--

Whoa! Who wants to go to Amy's
house to ride out the storm?

Me?

[groans]