04x20 - On the Same Page

[bunniefuu]

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Young-Mee: Oh! That would make the cutest doggie sweater!

Don't you think, Nutmeg?

I'm not the expert on pet fashion. You should ask Blythe.

Uh, Blythe, what did Nutmeg Dash just say?

Oh, uh, she's not the expert on pet fashion.

You should ask Blythe. Oh! That's me. Let me see.

Oh yeah. That'd be super-cute for her.

That journal must be really interesting. Huh, Nutmeg?

[whispers]

[barks]

Well, Blythe, what did she say that time?

Nutmeg said, 'Boo-boo honeybun, banana patch forward box.' Huh?

We had to do something to get your attention!

Heh heh. Sorry 'Mee.

I just get so wrapped up in my mom's journal that I...

What?

What's wrong?

My mom wrote ... [reading]

'The ability to communicate with pets can suddenly disappear.'

And that's where the entry stops.

That's terrible!

Yeah, just like that time I took that awful-tasting

herbal cold medicine

and lost the ability to communicate with the pets!

And that only lasted one day.

What if I wasn't able to communicate with the pets...

forever?

♪ 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]

♪ Who we want to be [yeah]

♪ At littlest pet shop

♪ You and me We can be [yeah] ♪

♪ Who we want to be [yeah]

♪ At littlest pet shop

♪ You and me

♪♪

You're up, Vinnie.

Now, don't be nervous or anything.

You're just competing for the 'King of the Rings' title,

that's all.

Quiet, Russell. I need to get my focus on. Focus, Vinnie.

Focus. See the ring, be the ring...

CHOKE!

Aw, man! It disappeared in Penny Ling's doll pile.

We're never gonna see that ring again.

Aw, tough break, Vinnie. Watch me; I'll show you how it's done.

It's all in the approach.

[grunts]

HA! Choke-ier!

Ugh! Apple butter!

Well, there goes another ring.

You're never gonna find it in Zoe's costume pile.

We'll see about that. I'm going in!

[grunts]

What the-?

Uh, is it just me or has the day camp suddenly been taken over

by girl stuff?

Sunil: I assure you it is not just you, my scaly friend.

Sunil, what happened to you?

Sunil, how am I going to finish my

'Lady Mongoose with a Pink Boa' portrait

if you keep walking around the day camp?

Now get back to the chair!

Yes, Minka.

I think we need to have a serious talk with the girls.

I just don't know what I'd do

if I couldn't talk to the pets anymore.

But what are the odds that something like that

would happen a second time?

Does your mom say anything else in the journal about this?

Nope. The entry abruptly ends like she was suddenly kidnapped

by an evil organization bent on erasing all knowledge

of Mom's communicating- with-pets ability!

OK, I totally made up that last part.

But what am I going to do if this happens?

Well, there are more ways to communicate with someone

Huh? than just talking to them.

You can plan ahead and think up ways to communicate

with the pets without talking.

You know, stuff like sign language.

That's a good idea, Youngmee.

I can try things out and see what works.

But I can't say why I'm doing it

because they'll start to worry, too.

Me worrying about it is enough right now.

So, what do you think, girlfriends?

The competition isn't for another two weeks

but you know how I like to get my ducks in a row ahead of time.

I like it. The color matches your ears. Pretty.

I like it, too. But where are the ducks?

Are you bringing the ducks with you?

And why do you need them in a row?

You wanna wear my squirting flower? It would match.

What's wrong, Pepper?

My skunky sense is tingling as if someone was standing...

right beside me!

[giggle] I love this thing.

Can we help you, gentlepets?

As a matter of fact, you can.

We want you to dial way back on all this girly stuff.

Yeah, it's just a bunch of junk anyway.

It's really starting to bug us.

We keep losing our ring toss rings!

And one time I fell into Penny Ling's plushy pile

and had to be pulled out with a rope.

It was like being trapped in quicksand!

And let's talk safety for a moment.

I'm always tripping on girly purses and shoes

and assorted beauty care products strewn about

the day camp like so much driftwood on the beach...

Ha! I rest my case.

Actually that's my driftwood. Sorry.

The point is, your girl-junk - and yes I called it junk -

is seriously cramping our style.

Ah, ah, ah, Girl junk?

You've got a lot of nerve saying that,

considering all the boy junk lying around here.

Russell's junk...Sunil's junk...and Vinnie's junk!

Oh yeah? Well, we actually need our junk - um, stuff.

Plus look at the tiny amount of space relegated

to our junky stuff compared to the vast expanse

taken up by your junky stuff!

Well, we need double room for our stuff

and this is our space, too!

Well, if it stays, then we go!

[gurgles]

[growls]

Ugh! I need something unique.

A way I can still communicate with the pets

that's different than the obvious way.

There's gotta be some clues about why this even happens.

C'mon, Mom; help a daughter out.

Well, boys, we're safe up here in the loft.

Quite possibly, this is the only day camp adjacent area

the girls haven't managed to overrun

with their female girly-ness.

Yep, it's like our own little boy sanction-ary.

Sanctuary.

Uh, what does sanctuary mean?

Basically, a safe place.

What does sanction-ary mean?

That you're not very smart.

Got it.

Wait, what?

Hey! I just had a brilliant idea!

We'll convert the loft into our own personal boy cave!

Aw, yes!

Awesome!

First things first.

We need tech and lots of it.

Flatscreen, gaming consoles and stereo equipment.

I should very much like to add some traditional analog gaming.

Such as full-scale foosball.

Look out!

And, how about air hockey?

[laugh] Who doesn't love air hockey, huh? Whoa!

[crash]

OK, OK, OK, I'm thinking 'go big or go home'!

And by that I mean amusement park!

Log flume...

World's Largest Merry-Go-Round...

And last but not least, our own theme park characters!

Ooooooooh!

[zap]

Bean bag chairs, the ring toss game

and a fort made out of kibble bags?

Not quite as ambitious as what we were describing...

Me, too! but it works for me!

It is totally us, meaning it is a space where boys can be boys.

The girls are gonna be all like, 'Ooh, We're so jealous!'

And we're gonna be like, 'Uh huh. We know you are.'

This place is completely off-limits

to any girls of the female persuasion.

Well, I wasn't expecting that reaction.

Hi, everybody!

[happy greetings]

Uh, where are the boys?

Pfft, they had a hissy fit about all of the 'girl stuff'

in the day camp and set up their own 'boy cave' up in the loft.

Really? That's kind of a silly reason for you all to split up.

Pepper: I knew they'd be back.

Hello, everybody.

So, couldn't stand to be away from us any longer, huh?

Ready to apologize for insulting us and our girl stuff?

And say you're sorry, too?

[laughter]

Aw, man!

Well, you didn't have to laugh that hard.

We're only here to pick up some of our things

and then we'll happily be on our way.

You know, I think this 'boy stuff versus girl stuff'

is pretty silly, don't you?

[grunts]

OK. Well, how 'bout a little gender-neutral activity

to get your minds off things?

I want you to watch what I'm doing and then tell me

what you think I'm trying to say. OK?

Oo, this sounds fun. Is it a game?

Uh, kinda...

Well? Anything?

Sweetie, are you OK?

It's called semaphores.

Sema-four?

Is that a little more than a 'three', but not quite a 'four'?

What? No. See, you send signals with these flag thingies

by waving them and each combination

means a different letter of the alphabet.

And then you...well... Ugh! Semaphores?

What was I thinking?

I don't even understand them. Some back-up plan.

First, a crazy flag dance and now she's talking to herself.

What do you think's wrong?

Hard to say, my friend. People are a most complicated species.

Then throw in some flags and I'm totally lost.

Boy, oh boy!

It's great having all of this space to ourselves, isn't it?

None of their silly things to trip over

while we're doing fun boy stuff like this.

[clatter]

[clunk]

So this is what you guys do when girls aren't around, huh?

Not at all! We were just having some 'boy-fun'...

here in our uh, 'boy cave.'

Yeah! So, in your face...girl without a cave.

Boy fun, huh? [laugh]

What's wrong, Pepper?

Couldn't stay away from our stereotypical,

gender-specific hangout any longer?

Pfft, sure I could. We just got hungry.

Back to your 'boy fun', fellas! Woot, woot! [laugh]

I must admit that I wouldn't mind if the girls

came to visit more often as exciting things

like fort collapses happen when they do.

Yep.

Oh, isn't this fabulous, ladies? We finally have our own space

surrounded by the things we like.

Yeah!

The boys are up in their 'boy cave'

having a bunch of fun without us.

Really?

Oh, so what!

We can have fun too, doing whatever we want without them!

Well, what do we wanna do?

Well... I could try on my outfits again

and you could all tell me how fabulous I look.

[sigh] Gee, I wonder what the boys are doing right now.

Hey! Wait for me!

[crunch]

[slurp]

[belch]

I'm pretty sure they looked like they miss us, don't you think?

Hard to tell.

I thought they looked gassy.

Me too.

Well? What do you think I just said?

Uh... 'Who ate the books?'

No.

Ummmm....'Where are the pickles?'

No!

'Yay, it's Taco Tuesday?'

Ugh! NO!

Hey, don't get mad at me. I'm trying my best.

I know, Youngmee. I'm sorry.

I'm more mad at myself for the communications fail.

You don't know for sure that it's a fail.

But why am I the one who's guessing and not the pets?

Well because of some silly argument

about who has the most annoying piles of stuff,

they're barely speaking to each other.

Considering what you're worried about,

it's kind of ironic, isn't it?

Yeah. Which is why I've gotta step up my game

on my back-up communication plan.

If I can't get the pets to talk to each other

while I do understand what's going on...

what hope do I have when I don't?

I hear ya. So. What were you trying to say with those moves?

'Stop playing in the litter box, Vinnie.'

Oh, yeah! I see that now.

Really?

No, not really.

♪ [ukulele strumming]

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Vinnie: That was great, Blythe!

Fantastic!

We know what you were trying to do and we thank you for it.

You mean you understood it?

Sure. You were trying to get our minds off things.

Ya know, with the girls.

So you didn't understand that this means 'embracing love'.

Or that this move signifies the rolling sea?

Uh, well, I didn't, but you should probably check with them

Russell? Sunil?

[sigh] Well, I'm glad you liked it.

Oh, Blythe! If you're going back to the day camp,

can you return this to the girls?

What are you doing with it?

It was part of my costume from Minka's

'Lady Mongoose with Pink Boa' painting.

[sigh] Good times. Good times.

We can't allow any of that girl stuff up here.

Blythe, please take it back.

Such a great color.

I concur.

Well... Now that you mention it, the color and softness

do add that little touch of 'something'

the boy cave is missing.

Yeah, girl stuff isn't so bad.

Ooh, did I just say that out loud?

No, no, no, you're right.

Some of it's not so bad. Mmmmm. Soft.

But we can never tell the girls that, can we?

Not gonna happen! Never!

Mmmmmmm.

[chewing] Whoa! Oompf!

[squeak]

Aw, it's Sunil's plushy cobra.

Since it's boy stuff, I guess I should get rid of it?

I don't know; I think it's kind of cute.

I mean in a 'boy stuff' kind of way, that is.

I agree. This decidedly boy accessory

seems to fit in just fine.

Couldn't we just make a little room for the boys' stuff?

Yeah, then we could all share the day camp again.

I don't know that this is even about our 'stuff' anymore.

♪ To tell you the truth, girls, ♪

♪ It's not gonna happen,

♪ At least until they admit they were wrong. ♪

[shouts of agreement]

♪ To tell you the truth, boys,

♪ Forget any clappin',

♪ Till they apologize in the form of a song. ♪

You got it, man!

♪ To tell you the truth, Mom,

♪ Your daughter is snappin',

♪ If I can't talk to my friends, ♪

♪ I might cr*ck before long.

♪ To tell you the truth,

♪ I'm not sure how we got here, ♪

♪ And if we'll get it back once it's gone. ♪

Girls, I used to think we could get through anything,

but lately, mmm-mmm,

I don't know what's been going on... and it hurts.

♪ It's like you're not even listening ♪

♪ To the problems we're trying to tell ya ♪

♪ It's like those boys don't hear anything ♪

♪ You can sing it, I don't need to smell ya ♪

♪ But can we say, I'm sorry?

♪ Can we return to the way things were? ♪

♪ Will we even talk anymore,

♪ If the worst of the worst should occur? ♪

♪ COMMUNICATION BREAKDOWN

♪ Let's just say we're sorry and make things better ♪

♪ COMMUNICATION BREAKDOWN

♪ Would you like it more if we wrote you a letter? ♪

♪ COMMUNICATION BREAKDOWN

♪ Why are we unhappy when we know what to do? ♪

♪ COMMUNICATION BREAKDOWN

♪ Won't you tell me the truth, Mom, 'cause I don't have a clue

♪♪

♪ Won't you tell me the truth?

[sigh]

Everything OK, Blythie?

Oh. It's just something I read in Mom's journal.

Your mom's journal, huh? Mind if I take a look?

No! Well, it's just that it's Mom's personal thoughts and all.

Just a lotta girly stuff. Know what I mean?

Oh. Well, in that case, the only advice I can offer

is that you go back to the source and double-check

that you didn't misinterpret anything.

That's the first thing I do when I run into a problem.

OMG, Dad. Are you admitting that you misinterpret things?

[laugh] Yes! Isn't that amazing?

Thanks for the advice, Dad.

Absolutely. That's what we dads are here for.

Well, that and opening jars of spaghetti sauce.[laugh]

Back to the source, huh? [gasp]

What the what?

Russell, I must admit that I am surprised

that you are participating in such outrageous stunts.

Nothing's too outrageous when you're in the 'boy cave'.

All righty then. Are you ready, Vinnie?

Ready!

[scream]

[thunk]

Hey, that was a lot closer, Russell.

Next time I bet you'll hit the melon!

So are you two thinking what I'm thinking?

Oh yeah! Wait... That's always a dangerous question for me.

What are you thinking?

That the girls would never have allowed us to do this?

[grunt] No. That they would've had a blast doing it, too.

I miss them. Ugh! Did I say that out loud?

No, you're right. I miss them, too.

C'mon, let's go patch things up.

Youngmee, you're not going to believe what I just discovered.

Not. Gonna. Believe it.

Well? What am I not gonna believe?

Look! The rest of my mom's entry was on a page that fell out.

She must've stuck it in the back of her journal.

I don't believe it!

And you're also not gonna believe

what the full entry says.

'The ability to communicate with pets can disappear...'

'...if you take a certain brand of awful-tasting

herbal cold medicine.' No way!

[laugh] Guess I kind of overreacted a little, huh?

Define 'a little'.

[laugh]

Russell: A-hem. Hello. We were just wondering...

What I mean to say is...

Russell, Vincent and I would like to inquire if...

We wanna come back!

Yay!

[happy chattering]

Awwww. Isn't that nice.

Blythe! We're moving back into the day camp!

Giving up your 'boy cave', huh? And you girls?

You're gonna make some room for the boy stuff?

Sure, why not.

You know what? It's not 'girl stuff' or 'boy stuff';

it's just 'our stuff.'

You pets are the best. I don't know what I'd do without you.

[grunt]

This is nice and all, but I preferred her hula dance.

[snoring]

[barks]

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