01x20 - Gals and Dolls

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Punky Brewster". Aired: September 16, 1984 to March 1986.*
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Follows Punky and her dog, Brandon who have been abandoned by her parents.
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01x20 - Gals and Dolls

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[theme song]

♪ Maybe the world is blind

♪ Or just a little unkind

♪ Don't know

♪ Seems you can't be sure

♪ Of anything anymore

♪ Although

♪ You may be lonely and then

♪ One day you're smilin' again

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ I see the girl who turns
my world around ♪

♪ Standing there

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ Her spirit's lifting me
right off the ground ♪

♪ What's gonna be

♪ Guess we'll just wait

♪ And see ♪

[barks]

[instrumental music]

[snoring]

Morning, Henry.

Mrs. Johnson, you just
aged me ten years.

Well, who'd ever notice?

How are the little
campers doing?

- Still asleep.
- Well, let's wake 'em up.

I got good news for the girls.

Brandon, go wake up Punky.

[instrumental music]

[screaming]

[barking]

Punky: A tornado!

A tornado!

[clamoring]

What happened?

Brandon got us up.
He's our alarm dog.

Is it morning yet?

Yes, Margaux, you can
take off your blindfold.

It's not a blindfold,
it's a sleeping mask.

Punky, do you have any
moisturizing cream?

- What for?
- My skin.

Mother says you're never
too young to look young.

And it works, too.

'Cause I'm eight and a half,

and I don't look
a day over seven.

Good morning, ladies.

- Good morning, Mr. Warnimont.
- Hey.

Cherie, did you enjoy
your sleepover?

It was great, grandma.

The only boring part
was the sleeping.

Yeah, we told ghost stories,
we played games, sang songs--

I did a solo.

And the best part of all,
we became blood sisters.

Blood sisters?

Actually, ketchup sisters.

We used ketchup,
'cause blood is too icky.

Good decision.

Wanna see the secret ceremony?

Do we have a choice?

- No.
- No.

[instrumental music]

All: With this ketchup,

we are bound together

through all kinds of weather.

We'll be friends forever.

That's beautiful.

Now, we're double
ketchup sisters.

We're bound together for life.

That's right.
Ketchup is thicker than water.

[doorbell rings]

Mrs. Kramer, do come in.

Welcome to our humble abode.

Well put.

Get dressed,
my petite Margaux.

It's time to say ciao
to your little friends.

Wait, girls, I haven't
told you the big news.

What big news, grandma?

On the radio this morning,

I heard that Dollyland
in Downtown Skokie

just got in a shipment
of Butter Lettuce Babies.

[gasps]

All: Butter Lettuce Babies?

All: Butter Lettuce Babies!

All: Oh!

Calm down, girls.

Oh, they always act like that
when they hear the words

Butter Lettuce Babies.

Girls: Butter Lettuce Babies.

Butter Lettuce... Oh!

I have the same reaction when
I hear the word "Chinchilla."

I don't understand
the attraction of these

peculiar looking dolls.

They're adorable.

And they're each different.

You get to adopt them
like real babies.

You get to be their mommies.

And anyone who is anyone

simply must have one.

Oh, Margaux, I don't have
time to shop today.

I'll buy it for you tomorrow.

But by tomorrow,
they'll be sold out.

If you don't get me one today,

I'll just shrivel up and die.

Oh, I'm sorry, sweetums,

but it's simply
impossible today.

I finally got an appointment

with the most famous
hair dresser in the Midwest.

[gasps]

Mr. Fredo?

That's right.

He's going to give me
a Fredo Original.

Nobody in the world
will have a hairdo like mine.

I'd be glad to go get
all the girls' dolls.

[cheering]

But I can't.
The hospital has me on call.

- What are we gonna do now?
- We're dead.

We can kiss those dolls
goodbye.

Unless...

Oh, no.
Don't look at me.

Why not?

Because I can't
get to Dollyland.

Punky, you know my car
is in the shop.

I'm sorry, girls,
if I had a car,

I'd be glad to get
you those dolls.

- Here. Take mine.
- What?

I said that you can
take my car.

[cheering]

Uh, Henry, here is the money
for Cherie's doll.

- What?
- Don't worry about the kids.

- I'll stay here.
- But--

And you can drop me off
on your way.

- But--
- Way to go, Henry!

I knew you'd never
let us down.

Yay!

[instrumental music]

Punky: Hi, Mrs. Johnson.

Mrs. Johnson: What have you
girls been doing?

Making up a list of all
the Butter Lettuce stuff

we want to buy.

I want the Butter Lettuce
bassinet.

I'm getting
the Butter Lettuce pampers.

And I want
the Butter Lettuce condo.

You got everything on that list

but the Butter Lettuce
kitchen sink.

Nope. That's right here.

[doorbell rings]

That's Henry!

[instrumental music]

Mother, what happened to you?

It's my new look.

Tell me the truth now.

What do you think of
Mr. Fredo's creation?

Didn't he have time
to finish it?

Well, maybe it is
a little bit much.

The cab driver did
refuse to take a tip.

- He did?
- Yes.

He said, "Forget it."

"You're the best laugh
I've had all week."

[sighs]

[clamoring]

Everybody, back.

You're as bad as those
crazed mothers

down in Dollyland.

[sighs]

What the heck happened
to your head?

Henry, be a little sensitive.

She knows it looks awful.

Sorry.

Henry, did you get our
Butter Lettuce Babies?

Let me explain what happened.

Dollyland was mobbed.

The man who cut into the line

was body slammed
to the pavement

by a woman who bore
a striking resemblance

to Lyle Alzado.

It took me an hour to get to
the front of the line.

But did you get our dolls?

Well...

I could only get one.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

You only got one doll?

I'm afraid so.

This is, uh, Dorinda Mae.

She's beautiful.

I love her.

I want her so much.

We have a serious
problem here.

We have three children
and one doll.

How do we decide this?

Well, we all want
to be fair.

- Right.
- We all want to be mature.

- Right.
- Right.

Margaux gets it.

- Cherie gets it.
- Punky gets it.

I don't think we're
getting anywhere.

Oh, who's gonna
be Dorinda's mom?

There must be some way
to decide.

I know what to do.

Punky, hand me that writing pad.

I'll write each girl's name
on a piece of paper.

Fold it up and pick
the winner out of my hat.

Why your hat?

'Cause I'm the only one
who has a hat.

Who's gonna be the one to pick
the winnin' piece of paper?

Well, uh, the way we do
it in Bridge Club,

we take three thimbles.

It doesn't matter what color.

We take a candy red hot and
put it under the thimble.

Then we mix them all up

and that's when we cut
the deck of cards.

Now, if the one-eyed jack
comes out--

Mrs. Kramer.

There must be an easier way
to do this.

How about if Brandon
picks the winner?

Margaux: Brandon?

Yeah. He won't cheat.

He doesn't even care.

Well, it sounds good to me.

Mrs. Kramer?

I suppose it's a solution.

Well, I'm glad that much
is settled.

Come on, Brandon.
Now, it's up to you.

Good dog.

What does it say?

It says...

Punky.

Yippee!

Thanks, Brandon.

Let me see that paper.

Punky, Dorinda Mae
belongs to you.

Sorry we all didn't get dolls.

Mother, I want to go home.

Me too, grandma.

I knew we shouldn't
have used his hat.

Or her dog.

This whole thing was rigged

from start to finish.

Wait a minute, Mrs. Kramer.

Mr. Warnimont, you'll be hearing
from my attorney.

I'll see you in court.

And when she tells it
to the judge,

you'll lose, Henry.

As long as she covers up
that hair.

Let's go, Cherie.

[dramatic music]

Okay, Brandon,
give me all your two's.

Never mind.

Even if you do have two's,

I don't want them.

Okay, Dorinda,
give me all your two's.

What? I've to go fish?

Are you sure you don't
have any two's?

Dorinda, you have three two's.

You can't win if you
don't concentrate.

What am I going to do with you?

Punky, you enjoying
your camp out?

Yeah, we're pretending that
there's a tornado

outside our tent.

And we're playing cards
to pass time away.

I don't want Dorinda
to hear this.

She's an awful card player.

Well, she's just a baby.

Now, maybe she'll get
the hang of it

if she sees you play
with Cherie and Margaux.

They don't want
to play with us.

They've been
ignoring me, Henry.

[doorbell rings]

Mrs. Johnson, haven't seen you
for days. Come in.

This is not
a social visit, Henry.

I'm here to pay the rent.

Oh, I never turn away
anyone with money.


But before I write my check,
I wanna show you my deductions.

- Deductions?
- That's right.

I'm taking off thirty bucks
for the doll I never got.

Alright, alright.

And I'm charging you
half the price

for that pepperoni pizza
I brought down here last week.

Oh, then you owe me
half the price

of those donuts
I bought on Friday.

You scarfed down
all the jelly ones.

Those donuts were day-old.

And there's no way
I'm paying full half-price.

Fine, fine.
Just write the check.

Okay.

- Hi, you guys.
- Cherie?

- Did you hear a voice?
- Yeah, Punky's.

- Cherie!
- Oh, I guess not.

You guys wanna play with me
and Dorinda in our tent?

No. We're going to get
our ice cream.

- Ice cream?
- Yeah.

I'm getting Rocky Road, and
she's getting Fudge Delight.

Can Dorinda and I come?

Dorinda, you can come
if you want to,

but not if you bring
your wicked step-mother.

I'm not wicked.

I won Dorinda fair and square.

Come on, Cherie.
Let's wait upstairs.

Just the two of us.

Why are you guys
treating me this way?

I mean, we're supposed
to be ketchup sisters.

We swore we'd be
friends forever.

[dramatic music]

I guess ketchup isn't thicker
than water after all.

Shall we go, Cherie?

No.

Both of you girls plant
yourselves inside the tent.

Mrs. Johnson and I
are going to the kitchen

to have a little chat.

Stay put.

There's a tornado coming.

Mrs. Johnson, we're supposed to
be an example for the children.

Now, if we can't get along, how
can we expect them to get along?

You're right, Henry.

I'm sorry for the way
I've been acting.

I apologize, too.

- Friends again?
- Friends again.

Now, let's see if we can get our
children back together again.

[bell ringing]

We don't need ice cream.

Rocky Road's bad
for Dorinda's teeth.

And Fudge Delight always
upsets your stomach.

[dramatic music]

Punky, how's it going?

Fine.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Oh, Henry.

It really hurts
the way Margaux and Cherie

are treating me.

I mean, I'm might expect it
from Margaux,

but Cherie is supposed
to be my best friend.

Why don't you go to them
and tell them how you feel?

Why should I go to them?

They are the one's
who are being mean.

Somebody has to make
the first move.

But it's not my fault.

Sometimes it doesn't matter
whose fault it is.

There are other things
that are more important.

Like what?

Like friendship.

Well, I do miss Cherie.

I almost miss Margaux.

But if they don't want
to be around me,

I don't want to be
around them either.

Do you hear something?

No.

It's very faint.

What is it?

It sounds like crying.

Dorinda! Are you crying?

What's she crying about?

Just a minute.

[instrumental music]

- What'd she say?
- She's unhappy.

How come?

Is it okay if I tell her?

Please, Dorinda.
I really want to know.

Can't I tell her? Please?

She says it's her fault
you're fighting

with your friends.

But it's not her fault.

She says, you all got along fine
until she arrived.

Let me talk to her.

I'm sorry I made you cry.

And I promise,

I'm going to make things
all better.

How?

I've got an idea.

In my opinion, Punky caused
the whole problem

by winning the doll.

Suppose you had won it?

There'd be no problem.

Cherie, Margaux,

Punky has something
to say to you.

Mrs. Johnson?

Guys, Dorinda and I have
talked things over.

Cherie, did you hear a voice?

Yeah, and this time
I know it's Punky.

Cherie, we're not
speaking to her.

Yes, we are. At least I am.

What do you wanna say, Punky?

Well, ever since
we started fighting,

I've been feeling really bad.

- Me too.
- I've been fine.

I wanna make up.
And so does Dorinda.

We've come up with a plan.

A plan?

Yeah. Dorinda doesn't want me
to be her mother anymore.

She wants all of us
to be her mother.

Don't you, Dorinda?

She wants three mothers?

Yeah, but one at a time.

We'll each get her for one week.

Hey, what a great idea!

And we'll all adopt
her together.

It'll be just like having
joint custody.

[instrumental music]

All: We are bound together

through all kinds of weather.

We'll be friends forever.

[sniffles]

Doesn't that do your heart good?

It certainly does.

Now, maybe, Mrs. Kramer will
drop her lawsuit against me.

Mm, the one she should
have sued was Mr. Fredo.

Wow.

Hey, look where it says
"Parents."

There's only room for
one mother's name.

Oh, no.
What are we going to do?

How about if we combine all
our names together, like this...

Cher-Mar Brewster.

Hold on.
Why is the last name Brewster?

It should be
Cher'ky Kramer.

The best name would
be Pun-gaux Johnson.

How about if we write down
all three names

and put them in a hat?

Okay, well,
who gets to choose?

Brandon.
Okay, Brandon?

[instrumental music]

[all screaming]

[barking]

[theme music]
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