05x06 - Princess problems & A gummi is a gummi's best friend

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[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

GRUFFI: Didn't Sunni promise to help
with this laundry, Grammi?

I've got more important things to do.

Well, what's more important
than clean clothes, Gruffi?

Well, for one thing-- Oh-ho!

- Bye, Grammi. I'm off to Dunwyn.
- Sunni.

Haven't you forgotten something?

Oh, that.

I'll do it tomorrow, honest.

That's what you said yesterday.

And the day before that.

But Calla's expecting
a special visitor today. Another princess.

According to the ancient Gummis,
it's not what you are that counts.

Oh, I know, but she's a princess.

Listen, sweetie,
it's fine to be friends with Calla,

but you're a Gummi Bear.

And hanging around humans too much
is gonna get you into trouble.

Oh, Gruffi, couldn't you cover for me,
just this once, please?

Well, okay, but be careful.

Oh, I will, Gruffi. Thanks.

Whoa! Uhn!

Careful indeed.

CALLA: I've never met another princess
before, Sunni.

What do you think she'll be like?

Perfect, of course. Just like you, Calla.

[PLAYING FANFARE]

Your Majesty, may I present
King Jean-Claude

and his daughter, the Princess Marie.

The same dress?

Oh, no, poor Calla.

Welcome to Dunwyn, milord.

It appears we have much in common.

I doubt it.

My dear, I believe you have something
to give our host.

Oh, certainIy, Papa.

We thank you for your gracious hospitality,
King Gregor.

Thank you, my dear.

It's quite extraordinary.

Ha-ha. I designed it myself.

Can you believe this child?

She is such a jewel.

Calla?

You honour us
with your presence here today.

Yes, we do, don't we?

Shall we adjourn
to the conference hall?

But of course.

We must discuss the treaty to ensure
lasting peace between our two kingdoms.

May I take this for you, Papa?

It's much too common
for a king of your stature.

Of all the nerve.

Calla, dear, please show Marie
to her room

and make sure
she has everything she wants.

Yes, Father.

Maybe I can get a closer look.

MARIE:
You expect me to stay here?

I assure you,
it's the finest room in the castle.

Hmp. That wouldn't surprise me,

but I refuse
to sleep with these lumpy pillows.

Or these coarse sheets
or these dreary curtains.

- Please, don't.
- I hate this room, I hate this castle.

I even hate this silly statue.

[CRASHING]

Now look what you've done.

KING:
I say, what's going on here?

MARIE:
I tried to stop her, Papa.

But she was so jealous of me, she threw
your statue right out of the window.

I can't believe it.

Calla would never act like that.

What? You doubt my daughter's word?

Oh, please, Papa.

It's not Calla's fault.

She is just not used to having
a real princess around.

I think we should forgive her.

I know I have.

Thank goodness.

Maybe things will be better now.

CALLA:
Oh, that rotten little--

Marie said it was an accident,
but she did this on purpose.

Maybe she's just tired from her trip.

MARIE: You call these weeds fresh?
- Quick. Hide.

Oh!

I want new flowers.

What are you hiding there?

Me? Oh, nothing.

Oh, what a sweet
little Gummi Bear doll.

I want her for my collection
and I want her now.

Please, she doesn't belong to you.

I can have whatever I want.

I am a princess.

Well, so am I.

- It's mine.
MARIE: Give it to me.

- Give it to me.
CALLA: Let go of it. I want it back. It's mine.

I promise you,
you are going to regret this.

Sunni, are you all right?

Yeah, but I don't think Marie is.

I'd better tell Father what happened

before she makes it sound
like it's all my fault again.

Of course I believe you, Calla.

But are you sure this isn't
just another misunderstanding?

There's no misunderstanding, Father.

Marie is a royal brat.

Is this the way you treat your guests,
Gregor?

I demand an immediate apology.

As far as I'm concerned, Jean-Claude,
it is your daughter who should apologise.

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

Oh, Papa.

Never have we been so insulted.

Of course, you know this means w*r.

SUNNI:
w*r? Oh, no.

Maybe you should have let Marie
take me.

Don't be silly, Sunni.

That little fibber would have onIy wanted
something else.

SUNNI:
This w*r is my fault.

And I'm gonna stop it
whatever the cost.

MARIE:
You insolent fool.

You expect me to eat this--
This disgusting gruel?

Ooh-la-la. What is this?

A present for me?

Oh, my favourite kind.

I love surprises.

[CHUCKLES]

My Gummi Bear.

So Calla thinks she can make things up
to me with this old doll, does she?

I never really wanted it anyway.

It's much too, how you say, plain.

[SUNNI SOBS]

SUNNI:
Gruffi was right.

If onIy I had stayed home,
none of this would have ever happened.

CALLA:
Sunni was very upset.

I just wanted to make sure
she got home safely.

Yup, she was here all right.

Look at this mess.

CALLA:
Oh, no, Sunni.

You didn't.

- Didn't what?
- Try to stop a w*r

by pretending to be a doll.

GRAMMI: We've gotta put a stop to this
before someone gets hurt.

All I need is a needle
and some thread.

JEAN-CLAUDE:
That will teach Gregor not to mock me

and my dear daughter.

Let's show that pompous braggart
what we're made of, men.

[SCREAMING]

This is crazy.

How are you gonna switch
that stitched up dummy for Sunni?

Easy. Just follow me.

[YELLING]

What's the meaning of this?
How dare you disturb me?

My father will have your heads for this.

Sunni.

Oh, no. Where is she?

SUNNI:
Calla, in here.

Sunni.

Thank goodness.

Am I glad to see you.

Being a doll is no fun at all.

That's no surprise.

And I hope this won't be either.

MARIE: Stop, thief.
- Marie.

That's my Gummi Bear
and you cannot have it.

Give her back.

Looks like your plan
didn't exactly work, Grammi.

Well, it's not over yet, Gruffi.

Let's go get the doll.

CALLA:
Come back here, you troublemaker.

Out of my way.

That's my Gummi. Give her back.

Never.

[BOTH YELLING]

This is mine.

What in the world? Calla.

Cease fire. Immediately.

Marie? Stop, you numbskulls!

Stop.

[YELLING]

CALLA:
Because it's mine.

Now see what you have done.

Me? This is all your fault.

[SOBS]

Grammi. Gruffi. I--

Save your strength, darling.

We've gotta get out of here before
that girl finds three Gummi dolls.

KING: Calla.
JEAN-CLAUDE: Marie.

Enough of this.

You want your dumb old doll back?
Here.

I onIy wanted it because it was yours.

I knew if I told my father
you ripped my dress,

you'd have to give me the doll.
Oops!

Marie!
Does this mean all those other things

you have told me
about Calla are also untrue?

[CHUCKLES]

It's not as bad as it looks, Papa.

It was just an itsy-bitsy lie.

No daughter of mine tells itsy-bitsy lies
or any lies for that matter.

- But, Papa.
- But nothing.

- I've never seen such a--
- A royal brat.

I couldn't have said it better myself, kid.

JEAN-CLAUDE I humbly beg
your forgiveness, King Gregor.

And yours too, Princess Calla.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I guess that goes for me too.

Thank you, Marie, for your apology.

Come, Marie.
We have much to discuss at home.

Heh-heh. But this was all just
a little misunderstanding, you know.

You're not really going to punish me,
are you, Papa?

I guess the ancient Gummis were right.

It's not what you are that really counts,
it's who you are inside.

It's about time you figured that out.

Well, maybe all princesses aren't perfect,
but Calla sure is.

I've never noticed this doll before, Calla.

Where did you ever get such a thing?

From a friend, Father.

A very good friend.

ZUMMI:
Aha. Here it is.

With this spell, I can move things
from one place to another in an instant.

[CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- It's working.
- And you're not.

What kind of a friend are you, Zummi?

You promised to help me clear out
that blocked-off escape hatch and--

Oh, my. Gruffi, are you all right?

I will be once you get
this confounded thing off me!

[GRUNTING]

[CRASHING]

I can't understand
why my spell didn't work.

I can.
You don't know what you're doing.

You are suppose to be helping me today
instead of fooling around.

But, Gruffi, this new spell
will make our work so much easier.

Huh. I'll believe that when I see it.

Good. Just pretend this picture
is a heavy rock.

[CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

This is ridiculous.

I don't know why I put up with you
and your--

Gruffi.

GRUFFI:
Zummi.

Oh, dear, how do I stop this?

Wait until I get my hands on you.

BANE:
I was right.

This proves those bears are around here
and they're using Gummi magic.

- Magic. Magic.
- Magic. Magic.

BANE: Until now, the world has been
a place of utter imperfection.

But once I possess the power
of the ancient Gummis,

I'll rearrange things my way.

And I'll start by getting rid of this forest.
It clashes with my eyes.

GRUFFI:
Hmp. Some friend.

I don't know why you're still mad, Gruffi.

If it wasn't for me, you'd still be popping
all over the library.

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't
have been popping in the first place.

Now, start shovelling.

We've got work to do.

- Gruffi, look out.
- Oh...

[CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

It worked.

Hmm. That's funny. Where is--?

Gruffi!

There, you see
what a good friend can do?

Yeah, he can break a shovel.

I was just trying to help.

Well, I've had enough of you
and your help.

Now, I've got to go all the way back
to the glen and get a new shovel.

Oh, well, maybe I can help out this way.

It's the least I can do for Gruffi.

[GUSTO SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Don't move a muscle.
The straining tendons,

the sweat and tears of toil and trouble.

Yes. I can see it now.

A statue.

I'll call it Zummi, the Labourer.

I'm sorry, Gusto,
but I can't pose for you today.

I promised I'd help Gruffi
and I don't wanna disappoint him again.

Zum, Zum, Zum.

Don't worry about
that old stick in the mud.

Besides, what better way to help Gruffi
than to pose for a statue

that will inspire the other Gummis
to work harder.

Hmm. He might like that.

But this won't take long, will it?

Come on, cool your heels, Zummo.

Ha-ha.
I'm the fastest chiseller west of Dunwyn.

It's terrifico. Magnifico! Ha-ha.

On the second thought, it stinks.

But, Gusto, it looks just like me.

Well, that's the problem.

It's got no originality,
no style, no pizazz.

Listen, Zummirino,
grab the end of this rock, okay?

Where are we going?

Back to my studio
to make a real statue.

But I told Gruffi I'd help him clear
the escape hatch.

- Well, that's what you're doing, isn't it?
- Yes, but--

Lighten up.
You're about to become a work of art.

I don't know why I bother
with that bottle-headed bear.

He is more trouble than he's worth.

And then his silly spells. Uhn.

He's lucky he doesn't turn himself into--

Stone?

[GASPS]

Great galloping Gummis.

- Gummis. Gummis.
- Gummis. Gummis.

Honestly, Zummi, couldn't you have turned
yourself into something lighter than stone?

I just hope there's a spell in the Great
Book that will get you back to normal.

You were right, my pets.
It's a Gummi wizard.

Wizard. Wizard.

And he's turned himself into a statue.

How inconvenient.

But if I change him back,

perhaps I can persuade him
to teach me how to use this medallion.

And as you know,
I can be very persuasive.

[WHIMPERING]

Don't just stand there.

Fetch that Gummi!

[CHATTERING]

TROGGLE:
Gummi. Gummi Bear, hey.

GRUFFI:
Troggles?

Don't worry, Zummi,
I won't let them get you.

We'll teach those lousy rug rats.

[CHATTERING]

I think we lost them, Zummi.

It should be all down-hill from here.

Zummi?

Zummi!

Keep looking.

Do you expect that Gummi
to just fall into your lap?

[CRASHING]

Excellent work, my dears.

Remind me to reward you someday.

[GROANING]

Come, my little stone friend.

I plan to make good use of you
and not just as a paperweight.

[LAUGHS]

GRUFFI:
Oh, swell.

First Zummi turns himself into stone,
now I've gotta save him from Lady Bane.

GUSTO:
Come on, stop moving, Zummirino.

I'm trying to capture you in stone.

Oh, boy, capture is right.

I promised Gruffi I'd help him
and you know how he can get.

Don't I ever?
But, hey, Gruffi won't mind.

He loves hard work.

I know,
but I just hate to let a good friend down.

GRUFFI:
I can't let poor Zummi down.

Even if he does have rocks in his--
Aah! Aah!

[MUMBLING]

Drat. I was sure this powdered bat brain
would work.

Ah. Perhaps just a soupçon
of sea serpent slime.

[SNIFFING]

Yuch. Definitely not my scent.

Bah! That's the last time I order from
the Magic Book of the Month Club.

Good. Zummi is still in one piece.

BANE:
Wait. Here it is.

The ultimate unpetrification spell.

And it's so simple.

All we have to do
is grind the little Gummi into dust.

BOTH:
Dust. Dust.

[CHUCKLING]

Great Gummi.

Let's give our little guest
a really big bash.

Bash. Bash.

GRUFFI:
No way, lady.

- Who dares--?
- No one is pounding my pal into pumice.

[GRUFFI GRUNTING]

And where do you think you're going?

GRUFFI:
Oh!

That Gummi wizard is mine.

Zummi!

Admit it, you've lost,
you pathetic wet-nosed whelp.

Wanna bet?

My shoes.

Come on, Zummi.

Ruined. And they were brand-new.

[MUMBLING]

If you let them get away,
you'll end up as throw rugs.

BOTH:
Rugs. Rugs.

We sure could use some
of your Gummi magic now, Zummi.

[GROWLING]

Great. Time to get things rolling.

We're gonna make it, Zummi.

[SCREAMS]

[CRASHING]

Zummi.

Oh, no.

What have I done?

Someone is going to pay for this.

Not onIy did that Gummi wizard
slip through my fingers

but I broke a nail.

GRAMMI:
It's no use, Gruffi.

We couldn't find a single spell in the
Great Book that could bring Zummi back.

Poor Zummi,
he was such a good friend.

If he were here now,
I'd never pick on him again.

- Really?
- Absolutely.

And I'd never yell at him or--

Zummi! You're alive!

Well, of course I am, Gruffi.

But where were you all this time?

He was with me. Posing for my latest
and greatest creation.

Ta-da.

Oh, you mean to tell me
you were goofing off with Gusto

while I was risking my neck
to save a silly statue?

Well, I-- Well, that is--

You did that for me?

Yeah, and I feel like a confounded fool.

You're no fool, Gruffi.

You're the best friend
a Gummi could ever have.

Hey, I guess a Gummi
is a Gummi's best friend.

Even if some Gummis
drive other Gummis up a wall.

Now, help me lug this monstrosity--

Eh-- Masterpiece out of here.