02x16 - Sweet Pepper

[bunniefuu]

Just a quick bottle of water and off to class.

What the huh?

Aah! Ohh.

Ugh. Hey!

What's up with these flimsy new bottles?

Oh, the school just switched suppliers.

This will be your new designated water for a while.

How long is a while?

Uh, years, give or take.

Fifty-eight years?!

It's really not so bad. You'll get used to it.

Then, before long, every day will seem like the one before.

I can't be the only one who doesn't like this.

( all grumbling )

( gasps )

Don't you hate these new water bottles?

ALL: Yes!

I'm gonna do something about it.

GIRL: Like what?

MORRIS ( over PA ): Attention, students.

Principal Morris here.

Just a reminder, we're looking for class president candidates.

Why not sign up today?

Like run for class president,

where I pledge to bring back the old bottled water!

STUDENTS: Whoo! Yeah!

♪ You think about All the things ♪

♪ That you love to do ♪

♪ It all comes true ♪

♪ You find a place You never knew ♪

♪ Where you're happy To just be you ♪

♪ We can be ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Who we wanna be ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ At the Littlest Pet Shop You and me ♪

♪ We can be ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Who we wanna be ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ At the Littlest Pet Shop You and me ♪

Okay, guys, if I'm gonna run for class president,

I'll need your help.

You've got it. Of course.

I have to convince everyone that I can make a real difference,

and I've gotta get rid of those flimsy water bottles

in the vending machines.

Blythe, running unopposed you're sure to win.

WHITTANY: Or like...not.

Hello, Blythe. Others.

Blythe, we've got some good news and some, like, bad news.

First, the bad news.

We're running against you for class president.

So, what's the good news?

We lied. There isn't any good news.

Why are you suddenly so interested

in being class president?

To run against you, of course.

Maybe you haven't noticed,

but we're, like, your nemesis...es.

Nemesises. Ne--

( scoffs ) Yeah.

Well, I've got some bad news for the both of you.

The office is meant for just one person.

You can't both run.

Well, our team of lawyers checked into it,

and there's no rule against twins running together.

Yeah, it's like a two-for-one sale.

Oh, Britt, that's our favorite kind.

Two-fer-rific!

( both giggle )

Look, let's just get this dull campaign stuff over with

so we can start being class president already.

It doesn't quite work that way, girls.

First, there are a couple weeks of campaigning, with signs...

Speeches. Rallies.

And a big debate on the issues.

BOTH: Boring!

( bell rings )

Well, here's to a good, clean campaign.

( grunts )

Yaah! Ohh.

Blythe, can't you wait to get home to, like, take a shower?

( giggling )

( blares ) Aah!

( blares ) Aah!

( blares ) Pepper, do you mind?

No, I don't mind. Mind what?

I thought I heard a strange noise.

( faint buzzing sound ) Oh.

You mean that strange noise?

Do you guys hear that humming sound?

Yes. Where is it coming from?

Over there, I think. No, over there.

No, there. No, gotta be there.

Hey everybody, I have a major announcement.

What's everyone looking for?

Oh, just a weird noise. I'll fill you in later.

What's your news?

I'm running for class president!

That's great!

So have you chosen

a genius hedgehog campaign consultant yet?

Not yet.

Do you know anyone who would be interested?

Hm. I might.

I'd love your help, Russell,

but there's one thing you need to know.

The Biskit twins are running against me.

Really? I know. Weird, huh?

I'm not too worried, though.

I've got real issues in mind.

Whereas the Biskits probably can't even spell "issues."

Excellent point. All you gotta do

is stay on message and follow my strategy,

and you'll win by a landslide.

Hm, something's wrong.

The Biskits haven't pulled any dirty tricks,

politically speaking, all morning.

MORRIS ( over PA ): Attention, students.

Please enjoy free ice cream

courtesy of Whittany and Brittany Biskit.

( students cheering )

Hey, they can't do that.

The Biskits are trying to buy votes.

It's against campaign regulations.

In fact, my employers have yet to submit the signed paperwork

rendering their candidacy official.

So their ice cream bribe...

Actually, it's gelato.

...is, at this moment, perfectly legal.

And delicious. Mmm.

Yummy.

Gelato. Mmm.

This is just a distraction.

Doesn't anyone want to hear about the real issues

facing our school?

ALL: Mmm.

How does everyone, like, love the ice cream?

Actually, it's gelato.

ALL: Yeah!

Come on! Whoo!

And are you, like, all finished?

ALL: Yes!

Good, because as of right now,

we declare ourselves

official candidates for class president.

( whistles )

( fanfare playing )

BISKITS ( chanting ): Two for one! Two for one!

STUDENTS: Two for one!

Two for one! Two for one!

Two for one!

( chant continues )

You gonna, like, eat that?

Be my guest.

( humming to pop music )

( faint buzzing noise )

Oh! That noise!

I can't stand it! Ooh!

( all grunt )

Come on, everybody.

We can't let this noise rattle us so much.

Oh, that hum is a real comedy k*ller.

I'd call it a buzz. I agree with Minka.

Definitely a buzz.

No way. Hummm...

Buzzz...

ZOE: Oh, come on. It's a buzz.

( sighs )

Ah. There.

Two dozen hand-drawn

and photo-scanned campaign signs.

Your tireless dedication is most admirable, Blythe.

Oh, it was fun.

And it helped me get my mind off the trick

the Biskits pulled today.

Uh-oh. What'd they do?

Oh, they pretty much tried to buy everyone's vote

with free ice cream-- I mean, gelato.

--a moment before declaring their candidacy.

Positively barbaric.

Yet most effective

on gelato-loving students, I'm afraid.

I have to admit, it was delicious.

Well, why don't you do that, Blythe?

I couldn't afford it.

Not to worry.

All you have to do is talk during dessert

at lunch tomorrow, and everyone will associate you

with something sweet and delicious.

Russell, you're a genius.

Eh, it's in my job description.

BLYTHE: Fellow students,

as you enjoy today's delicious chocolate cake,

I'd love to tell you a few things about me,

Blythe Baxter.

( students groaning )

What the what?

( coughing and spitting )

What is this awful stuff? Blecch.

( Biskits giggle )

Okay, you two, what just happened?

Our dad hired us a team of campaign advisors,

and they knew you might try the dessert trick.

WHITTANY: So we paid off the kitchen staff

to switch chocolate cake for this.

What is it?

( gulps )

Horseradish and, like, catfish parfait.

Ew! Water! Water!

Everyone looks at us

and thinks of, like, the best gelato ever.

Ugh. But they'll associate me

with the hideous taste of horseradish and catfish.

( playing marching music )

( whistle blowing )

♪ Elections ♪ ♪ Are boring ♪

♪ And not much fun ♪

♪ And usually we do not Like to run ♪

♪ But this isn't gym class ♪

♪ So it's okay ♪

♪ Just vote for us And do everything we say ♪

♪ Two for one It has to be ♪

♪ Two for one You for me ♪

♪ And me for you like totally ♪

♪ Two for you You for me ♪

♪ Vote for us, us ♪

♪ 'Cause you must, must, must ♪

♪ Vote for us, yeah ♪

♪ 'Cause you must, must, must ♪

♪ Two for one is, like, Our favorite sale ♪

♪ My hair is dark ♪

♪ Mine is, like, pale ♪

♪ And if someone but us ♪

♪ Has the nerve to win ♪

♪ Then they will have to deal With the Biskit twins ♪

♪ Two for one It has to be ♪

♪ Two for one You for me ♪

♪ And me for you like totally ♪

♪ Two for you You for me ♪

♪ Vote for us, us ♪

♪ 'Cause you must, must, must ♪

♪ Vote for us, yeah ♪

♪ 'Cause you must, must, must ♪

♪ Vote for us, us ♪

♪ 'Cause you must, must, must ♪

♪ Vote for us, us ♪

♪ Yeah, vote for us ♪

( loud buzzing )

What?! What?!

What did you say?

I didn't say anything!

Did you call my name?!

Does "anything" sound like "Penny Ling"?

BOTH: Yes! Less yelling!

Why can't you be more like Sunil?

Sunil, why isn't this soul-k*lling racket

bothering you?

It's like he doesn't even hear it.

Of course not.

He's using his mind control techniques.

Ooh, let's try it.

Mind control, schmind control.

He's wearing earplugs!

ALL: Earplugs?

Aah! Oh, hello.

Give me the earplugs.

( all yelling )

Ah.

Vinnie's got the earplugs.

Get him!

( groans )

You can put the pencils over there, Vinnie.

Blythe, how'd it go with your chocolate cake speech today?

The twins sabotaged it. Big time.

Hm. Well, that's unfortunate.

Yeah, they're great at dirty campaigning.

And tomorrow's our big debate.

I just don't know how to fight the Biskits.

You have to fight Biskits with Biskits.

What do you mean, Vinnie?

Wha-- Oh, uh...

I was sayin' that to b*at the Biskits

you have to think like they do.

I'm not sure I can or even want to try that.

Aw, it's easy.

Whenever you get an idea, just think of something silly,

and the idea will leave your brain.

Trust me, it works. Pick a subject.

Hm. Okay, the moon.

The moon. The moon is round and bright

and cows jump over it in nursery rhymes.

I'll bet some cows fly faster than others.

But why don't cows just stay put,

and then different kinds of grass fields

could slide underneath them?

I don't know.

Cows eat grass and give milk.

Gosh, I'd love a big glass of milk.

Hey do you know how to make chocolate pudding?

Wait. What were we talking about?

Am I supposed to be somewhere?

Oh, no! I might be late to a party! My apologies to the host!

Uh, most diverting.

But you must stay the course, Blythe.

Keep fighting the Biskits with solid issues!

Don't back down now.

Blythe, did you hear what I just said?

Ugh! Really, Vinnie.

Blythe has to use these.

( sniffs ) Eww!

MORRIS: Welcome to the class president candidates' debate.

Since Blythe won the coin toss, she'll go first.

I used our double-headed coin,

but she called "heads" before we did.

Whatever.

Fellow students,

I promise to be accessible to you all

and will be your advocate.

Most importantly, I will do my best to rid the school

of the terrible new bottled water!

Whoo-hoo! Go, Blythe! Yeah!

Hey!

Who, like, cares about water bottles?

We promise to do cool stuff,

like line the inside of every locker with faux fur.

( all muttering )

And, like, add a gossip column to the school newspaper.

Oh. Okay. Yeah.

We pledge to make gym uniforms

percent cuter!

All right! Yeah!

But the best reason you should, like, vote for us

is we're two people.

And she's just one.

BOTH ( chanting ): Two for one! Two for one!

STUDENTS ( chanting ): Two for one!

Two for one! Two for one!

Uh, in regard to your assertion--

Ah! In re-who to our what?

You have to fight Biskits with Biskits.

Well, I'll make the gym uniforms a hundred percent cuter.

And besides, two is too many.

Like, one is fun!

One is fun!

STUDENTS ( chanting ): One is fun!

One is fun!

STUDENTS: One is fun! One is fun!

One is fun!

OMG, she's, like, trying to out-Biskit us.

What is happening?

Uhh! Let's go!

ALL ( chanting ): Blythe! Blythe! Blythe! Blythe!

Blythe! Blythe! Blythe! Blythe! Blythe!

Like, totes thanks and like, whatever.

Blythe's acting like the Biskits?

She's gone rogue.

Like, uh-oh.

STUDENTS: Blythe! Blythe! Blythe!

( cheering )

( loud buzzing continues ) Vroom, vroom, vroom...

PENNY LING: Buzz, buzz.

Buzz, buzz...

( all imitating buzzing )

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Well it's official. We've lost our minds.

There's gotta be one quiet spot in this place.

Maybe against the wall.

No! Russell, don't do it!

It's even louder over there.

Louder, I say!

ZOE: The panda's right.

She's right!

Which means it's probably coming from inside the wall!

Find it, girl. Find it!

( sniffing )

( buzzing stops )

Hey, it stopped.

Aah! The wall is melting!

Oh, that's disgusting.

Hm.

( sniffs )

Actually, it's honey.

We've got bees.

Aah! Bees!

Maybe Mrs. Twombly should know about the bees.

I've got this.

( barking frantically )

Oh, my. What on earth is it, Zoe?

Is Timmy stuck in the well?

( dramatic theme playing )

( barks )

( sniffs )

Goodness gracious!

Honeybees have built a hive inside our wall.

Stay back, sweeties.

Fortunately, I was once an amateur beekeeper,

so I can remove the hive.

( line rings )

Hello, Honey Bee Acres?

I was wondering if your farm had enough room

for one more hive.

BLYTHE: Vinnie, your advice worked like a charm.

Whaa!

It did? I mean, of course it did.

What advice? You know.

Fight Biskit with Biskit.

I thought like the Biskits, I talked like the Biskits.

I made as much sense as the Biskits too.

But, Blythe, what about the serious issues

that drew you into the political fray to begin with?

Right now, it's all about doing

what I need to do to get elected.

And if that means forgoing all the issues

and acting all Biskity, then that's what I'll do.

I gotta go un-study up

for the big election-day speech tomorrow.

What just happened?

( rooster crows )

( scratchy voice ): Good morning, everyone.

Shh.

Uh, excuse me? Aah!

Oh, don't worry, Blythe.

Ha-ha-ha! It's only me.

I'm removing a beehive from the wall.

Wow, Mrs. Twombly.

I didn't know you were a beekeeper.

Oh! Blythe, your voice sounds scratchy.

I know. I'm a little hoarse from all my speech giving.

Some of this fresh honey with lemon

is just the thing for your tired vocal cords.

I wonder if the bees would mind

if I scooped some up for you.

I'll find out.

Would you bees mind if I take a little of your honey

for my sore throat?

ALL: Be our guest!

Thanks.

Funny, but I feel like I've seen you all before.

ALL: Hm. Could be.

Oh, I'm gonna be late for school.

Gotta run.

Aah!

Aah!

TWOMBLY: Oh, I can't believe Blythe left for school

without the jar of honey.

I hope her voice holds out till I can get it to her.

Looks like I'll have one last chance

to talk Blythe out of acting Biskity.

Bad campaign strategy, Russell.

Blythe's finally making headway against the Biskits

thanks to my advice.

All right, then,

we'll just have to see whose advice she takes.

Ohh.

I sure could use some water for my throat.

( gulping )

Ah. Ah.

Be right back.

Oh, no. Empty.

I can still catch the delivery guy.

Excuse me!

I could really use some water.

Told you you'd get used to it.

What the what?

( horn honks )

Blythe, you forgot this honey for your throat.

Oh, thanks, Mrs. Twombly.

Mmm.

That's awesome, Mrs. Twombly.

RUSSELL: Blythe.

Please, Blythe,

don't act Biskity anymore.

Stand up for the issues that you believe in.

Blythe, you wanna win. Don't listen to him.

( in normal voice ): Don't worry, Russell.

Sorry, Vinnie.

Ooh! Butterfly.

First up is Blythe Baxter

in her final campaign speech of the election.

Thank you, Principal Morris.

Fellow students, I owe you an apology.

I promised you things I don't really believe

just to get elected

and I forgot the original reason I got in the race to begin with.

Well, no more of that.

I have just learned why Whittany and Brittany decided

to run against me. BOTH: Huh?

Check out the fine print on the water bottle delivery truck.

"Biskit Enterprises,

precent non-biodegradable bottle content."

So their father's company

supplies the non-eco-friendly flimsy bottled water

we're stuck with...

for the next years!

Your rebuttal, ladies?

You're a rebuttal, Blythe Baxter.

We don't have to take your insults.

BOTH: We're, like, so out of here!

( both scream )

Eww! Eww!

( students cheering )

( upbeat theme playing )

Blythe, how'd the election turn out?

I couldn't be happier. I lost.

BOTH: You lost?

I did. And I also learned that politics isn't for me.

But on the bright side,

the Biskits didn't win, either.

And the best part is, the school agreed

to bring back the old eco-friendly,

better bottle, bottled water.

But what about the election?

Well, at the bottom of the voting ballot

was a line for a write-in candidate.

Since everyone was sick of the campaign,

they just wrote "reboot election."

It turns out that Reboot Election

is the name of a newly arrived exchange student.

He won by a landslide.

( sneezes )

Hey, a pencil.

( upbeat pop theme playing )

♪ We can be ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Who we wanna be ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ At the Littlest Pet Shop You and me ♪