02x11 - The Penguin Always Rings Twice / The Martha Code

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Martha Speaks". Aired: September 1, 2008 - November 18, 2014.*
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A family dog gains the power of speech after the letters in some alphabet soup wind up misrouted to her brain instead of her stomach in this whimsical animated series adapted from books by Susan Meddaugh.
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02x11 - The Penguin Always Rings Twice / The Martha Code

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rage dog *

* She went... and... and...
(barking, growls)

* When she ate
some alphabet soup *

* Then what happened
was bizarre... *

On the way to Martha's stomach,
the letters lost their way.

They traveled to her brain
and now...

* She's got a lot to say

* Now she speaks...

How now, brown cow?

* Martha speaks, yeah,
she speaks and speaks *

* And speaks and speaks
and speaks... *

What's a caboose?

When are we eating again?

* Martha speaks...

Hey, Joe, what do you know?

My name's not Joe.

* She's not always right,
but still that Martha speaks. *

Hi, there!

* She's got a voice,
she's ready to shout *

* Martha will tell you
what it's all about *

* Sometimes wrong
but seldom in doubt *

* Martha will tell you
what it's all about *

* That dog's unique...

Testing, one, two!

* Hear her speak

* Martha speaks and speaks

* And speaks and speaks
and... *

* Communicates, enumerates

* Elucidates, exaggerates

* Indicates and explicates

* Bloviates and overstates
and... *

(panting)

* ...hyperventilates!

* Martha, to reiterate

Martha speaks!
* Martha speaks.

Mystery!

(flies buzzing)

Clue!

Motive!

Code!

Hunch!

Today's words are all about
mysteries, clues and codes.

See how many words you can spy,

and I'll see you
at the end of the show.

(animals chattering
and trumpeting)

Wow! What a racket!

I've never heard so much chatter
at the zoo.

They're upset
about something.

(questioning grumble)

Well, Skits, um, they're saying
something about a mystery.

I don't know what it is.

A mystery is something
that someone doesn't understand,

like when you can't figure out
why something is happening.

Oh, I know what
a mystery is.

I just don't know
what this mystery is.

Where are you going?

I've always heard,
if you need answers,

the first thing you should do
is ask the nearest lemur.

(squawking)

(chittering)

(squawks)

MARTHA:
Excuse me,
uh, Lemur,

what's this mystery
everyone's chattering about?

(chattering)

Last night someone stole
the zoo's peanuts again.

(lemur chittering)

It's been happening
night after night.

(excited chattering)

(gasps)
No!

I don't believe it!

What?
(barks)

MARTHA:
They're sure

Jeffy the elephant did it.

Now where are we going?

To hear Jeffy's
side of the story.

First you should ask a lemur,

but second,
get a second opinion.

Jeffy!

We want to
talk to you.

(trumpets)

Ah, he said, go away,

he didn't take
any peanuts.

Jeffy, I believe you!

(trumpets)

Tell me what happened
last night.

I'll tell you exactly
what happened

last night
and every night this week.

Each afternoon,
after we close the zoo,

I bring in the peanuts.

Come to work
the morning after--

every last goober was gone!

It happened the first day,
the second day,

the next day after that,
and the next day,

and the next day
after that!

But what makes you think
Jeffy took the peanuts?

Because, night after night,

there was a path of peanuts

from the storage room
to right here.

I'd say that proves
he's the culprit.

The culprit?!

The culprit is the one
who did the crime.

In this case, all clues point

to Jeffy.

(trumpeting)

He insists he's innocent
and asks you,

"Is this the face
of a guilty elephant?"

Um... no.

But he's got to be the culprit.

Could you think of anyone else
who could eat that many peanuts?

Uh... no.

Me, neither.

(trumpets sadly)

MARTHA:
This is so unfair. Oh.

Oh, poor Jeffy.

(panting)
He can't
be guilty.

There must be some explanation.

There-There has to be.

(sighs)

Martha, how can I concentrate
on my homework

with you pacing
like that?

Oh, I can't stop thinking
about Jeffy.

I'm going back to the zoo.

But the zoo is closed.

That's the best time
to ask questions.

Coming, Skits?

(barks)

Don't stay out too late.

First, we talk to animals who
might have seen what happened.

I think we'll find proof
that Jeffy is innocent.

(baby tiger purrs)

MARTHA:
Excuse me?
Tiger Baby?

Ah, sorry to
bother you.

I'm hoping to find a
clue about who took
the missing peanuts.

(meows)

A clue?

Um, a clue is something
that helps someone
to find an answer.

A clue could help
solve the mystery of
the missing peanuts.

(purrs, meows)

Tiger Baby's clue is that she
saw something large and gray,

like an elephant, leave the
storage room last night.

(chittering)

The lemur saw a big
elephant-shaped shadow

drag those peanut bags
past here.

(squeaking)

(sighs)

The penguin says
he saw an elephant drag bags

towards Jeffy's place
last night.

All the clues indicate
Jeffy must be guilty,

because he's the only
elephant here.

(rumbling footsteps)

What is that?

That's not Jeffy.

(inquisitive grumble)

How do I know?

Because Jeffy's
not... a robot.

I have a hunch that's
the real culprit.

(questioning growl)

What's a hunch?

A hunch is a strong feeling,

like I have a strong feeling

that robot is the one who's
been stealing the peanuts.

(mechanical whirring)

Aha! My hunch
was correct!

(barks)

It's leaving a trail
of peanuts on purpose.

(snoring)

It's been leaving clues so
everyone would blame Jeffy.

Jeffy is innocent
after all!

(trumpeting)

(barking)

(engine revs,
tires squeal)

Well, that's too fast
for us to follow.

Let's go home
and tell Helen.

MARTHA:
We've solved the
first mystery.

We know who's been
taking the peanuts.

Next, we have
to solve the second mystery:

Why would a robot want peanuts?

(barks and pants)
Skits?

(sniffing)

(barking)

You have a hunch
that's the same van?

(sniffing)

(gasps)

I think you're
right, Skits.

Hey, isn't this...?

WEASELGRAFT:
This is the last
of the peanuts.

(gasps)

Weaselgraft and Pablum!

What are they up to now?

The first part
of our plan is done.

We've stolen
the peanuts.

Ow!

Elephant on my foot!

(gasps)

Time for the second part.

Pack the peanuts
and move them out.

That won't
take long.

We can make the
robot to do it.

I'll check the
instructions.

(gasps)
Move them out?

Oh, no.

Without the peanuts, we can't
prove that Jeffy is innocent.

(barking)

No, we'll never get home and
back in time to stop them.

Back to the zoo.

I have an idea!

Lemur!

(chittering)

Bat!

(squeaking)

Penguin!

Tiger Baby!

(squeaking)

Jeffy!

(shouting):
Jeff-y!!

(trumpeting):
Huh?

(squeaking)

Great! Bat found
an open window.

Time for the
next step.

Now let's go get peanuts.

(doorbell ringing)

Who's there?

(bluegrass music playing)

(chuckles)

Pablum, drop those
elephant instructions,

and come here.

Uh, why is he
doing that?

I don't know,
but he's good.

(music continues playing)

Okay, Penguin's
distracting them.

Let's move.

(trumpets)

Yeah, I'm sure
that you could

dance better than
the penguin,

but we need you
for something else.

Come on.

(squeaking)

Go, Lemur, go.

(chattering)

(crashing, clattering)

(trumpets)
Ooh.

(clunking, creaking)

(door opening)

(trumpets loudly)
Stop, Jeffy!

You can guard the door
from right there.

(trumpets)

(sniffing)
The peanuts are here somewhere.

In there.

Lemur, open the door.

(chattering)

(grunting)

(sighs)

(chattering in
frustration)

What do you mean, it's stuck?

(bluegrass music playing)

(grunting)

(chattering)

There must be
a way to open it.

(barking)

Good idea, Skits.

(barking, grunting)

(bluegrass music playing)

Let's go.

We have to pack
the peanuts.

Thank you, penguin.

Come again.

(turns off music)

We got it, Skits!

(rumbling)

(yelping)

Hey!

(gasps, shrieks)

(chattering)

Surrender,
nut thieves.

Hey, that looks like
that talking dog.

Why did you steal
the zoo's peanuts?

We don't have to
tell you anything.

(chuckles)

I want to tell her
everything.

We want to tell
you everything.

WEASELGRAFT:
Last month, I won the lottery.

Finally, we were rich.

Until...

(whirring)

You spent all our money
on an electric elephant?!

Uh, uh,
it's solar-powered.

Oh, oh, that's okay, then.

I'm not upset
about wasting energy!

Now we have no money again.

(beeping, whirring)

And it's on my foot!

(beeping, whirring)

Hey, there must
be ways

to use a robot
to get more money.

WEASELGRAFT:
Our plan?

First, steal peanuts
from a place

an elephant would go unnoticed.

Next, we package them
as our own and sell them

at baseball games.

(grunts)

You're kidding, right?

No. And it's doubly ingenious
because we'll also

get in to see
all the games for free!

(both laughing)

Of course,
with a robot

and a talking dog,
we could make billions.

(doorbell ringing)

That's probably the penguin
looking for a tip.

(meows)

(both gasp)

(stammers):
A tiger baby!

Nothing in the world
frightens us more than...

BOTH:
Babies!

(screaming)

(trumpets)

(screaming)

Foiled by the old elephant
in the back door trick.

Martha!

Where are you?

Time to come home.

MARTHA:
Helen!

We got
the peanuts back.

So, who had them?

They did.

(bluegrass music playing,
panting, grunting)

We're tired.

MARTHA:
Remember, when you're done here,

next, you wash the baby.

(meows)

(gasping nervously)

We're not done!

Keep dancing.

I'll call the police
after the next song.

It's not every day
I visit a musical zoo.

Hi, there.

We're here to discuss
the word "motive."

Do you both understand what
the word "motive" means?

Yes.
No.

Of course, you know
what "motive" means.

No, I don't know
what it means.

A motive is the reason
a person does something.

Let's say...

you stole
a lot of peanuts.

Why would you do that?

To sell them at ball
games and make money.

That would be your motive.

Oh.

(chuckles)
Hi, Mom.

Why did you do that?

To say hi to
my mom on TV.

That was my motive.

Next time, we'll talk
about the word "guilty"

Guilty, guilty,
guilty.

(chuckling nervously)

(indistinct conversations)

Well, how was it?

(shivering)

I was not old enough
to see that movie.

I had no clue
it was that scary.

They should warn a kid.

Why do you think they
called it Shriek?

Yeah, well, the title
is totally misleading.

I thought it
was going to be

about some guy
from The Arabian Nights.

That's a sheikh.

A shriek
is a high-pitched scream.

Now you tell me.

So, it was
really scary?

Yeah, there's this
monster, see...?

I wish you hadn't told me

about that movie.

Now I'm never going
to get to sleep.

(snoring)

I'm sleeping
with my parents tonight.

(all screaming)

(all panting)

Okay, this is silly.

It's just a movie.

It's not like that stuff
could happen, right?

No.
No.

First off,

there's no such thing
as monsters, right?

BOTH:
Uh-huh.

And second, if there
were monsters, there's no way

they could sneak past
nosy Mrs. Parkington, right?

HELEN:
That's true.

She is always looking
out her window.

(crashing)

(stammering):
What was that?

Nelson?
Right.

For a minute there, I thought
it sounded like the monster

jumping through the window.

ALICE:
Yeah.

And then, we'd hear squishy,
wet footsteps.

(squishy, wet footsteps)

Um, like that?

(whimpering)

If-If the lights went out
right now, too,

that would be really freaky.

(all screaming)

(all whimpering)

Martha?

Go see what it is.

Are you kidding?

Let's make a
run for it.

(roars)

(all screaming)

(laughing)

Got you!

Ronald!

ALICE:
Oh, he makes me so mad!

How did he
even figure out

we were going
to that movie?

He probably overheard us
talking about it.

He's always listening in
on stuff.

I can't keep anything secret.

I can't even talk
about what books I'm reading.

I'm almost at the end.

The spider dies.

He ruins everything.

You know what
we should do?

We should
speak in code.

Code?!
Code?!

Yeah, code.

It's a secret language
that you make up

by using signs or numbers,
or you switch letters around.

Like when people talk
using flags?

ALICE:
Or big lights?

I sure wish I could figure out
what Alice was saying.

TD:
Or smoke signals!

Smoke signals?

Cool.

Alice?! Smoke signals?!

You'd need matches
and fire and... you're you,

remember?

Oh, right.

Those codes would be too
easy to cr*ck anyway.

There's no mystery
about them.

Besides, if you think smoke
is dangerous,

last time I tried
the flag thing,

I almost put out
Bernie Herschheimer's eye.

What we need
is a new code,

one that's completely
unbreakable.

Where are we going to find that?

I'll invent one.

We'll be able to keep all kinds
of secrets from Ronald.

"To create a code, first decide
upon a conversion system."

Conversion system?

What's a conversion system?

My codebook on code is in code.

(groans)

I've got a better idea.

Ronald will never cr*ck this.

(barks)
Hey, guys.

You want to grab
a frogslime-four later?

What?
I have no idea
what you said.

Neither do I,

but the frog slime
sounds promising.

(barks)

It's my new code.

Do you like it?

I can't tell.

Exactly.

It's unbreakable.

I'll show you.

Frogslime-four means
sandwich, see?

How did you come up with that?

Well, when I was four, my uncle
CK invited me out to his farm,

and it was really hot,

so CK said,
"We should go swimming."

I'd only swum in the pool
or in my bathtub

'cause I was a little kid,
but lakes were different.

The bottom was
all squishy and slimy,

and I thought I was stepping
on frog slime,

but it was really just
wet plants.

So how does that mean
sandwich?

Oh, later we had sandwiches.

They were really good.

He's right
about one thing.

No one will ever
cr*ck this code.

Yeah, it's completely
arbitrary.

Arbitrary?

What's that
code for?

It's not code.

It's a real word.

Arbitrary means you pick things

without really
having a reason for it.

Like frogslime-four
means sandwich.

That's why my code
is so genius.

It's so arbitrary,
it's unbreakable.

No one will ever
figure it out.

We can talk about anything!

But without this key, it'll
all be a mystery to Ronald.

(Ronald laughs)

Thanks, shrimp.
ALL:
Hey.

Got to run.

Great! I spend
hours inventing

a genius-y,
arbitrary code,

and the enemy
snatches the key.

Don't worry, TD,
I'll get it back.

(barks)

Skits, head him
off at his house.

(barks)

Hey!

(panting)

(tires screeching)

(whimpering)

Uh-oh.

Now I've got you.

I'll never give you this key!

Never!
Oh, yeah?

How are you going to stop me
from taking it?

(whimpers)

Like this.

(gulps)

Now D- rutabaga eight.

Huh?

Go ahead,
talk in your old gibberish code.

See if I care.

Hubba-hubba two.

(sighs)

You can always
invent another code.

It's not like we memorized
the old one or anything.

I'll never be able to invent one
that's as hard to decipher.

Decipher?

Does that mean crazy?

Nope.

When you decipher something,

it means you figure out
what it says.

That code was hard to
decipher, all right.

(pants, barks)
Skits?

Where's Martha?

(whines, barks)

(pants, barks)

Eh, last time I saw her,
she was eating your code.

She ate it?

Yeah, and then rubbed it in

by talking gibberish at me.

Uh-oh.

(speaking gibberish)

HELEN:
Mom.

Have you seen Martha?

No, but I think
she left a message.

You think?

Well, it sounded like Martha,
but no pude descifrar.

I couldn't decipher
what she was saying.

It was all gibberish.
HELEN:
Gibberish?

You know
how Jake sometimes talks

and it's just
mixed-up sounds and words

that don't make
any sense?

Mar-fa go bye-bye we muh.

That's gibberish.

MARTHA:
Yellow, Naptime?

It's me-- Alphabet.

I'm fire truck in stove.

Take the tubas and get me.

That's not gibberish.

That's my code.

I guess
Alphabet is Martha.

Who's Naptime?

Helen.

Uh, why?

Remember when we were
in day care?

We went to take a nap,
and I didn't want to,

so I sat up on the mat,

and you were sitting up
on yours, too,

and we waved to each other.

What's my code name?

Spill.

That'd be easy to cr*ck.

What about the rest
of the message?

Fire truck, stove and tubas?

(muttering):
Tubas, tubas, tubas...

Ah, got it.

Martha's in the
Natural History Museum.

You're sure tubas means
Natural History Museum,

or is this just a hunch?

I'm positive.

Why?

It's a little embarrassing.

Can you keep a secret?

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

The first time
I went to the museum,

I was looking
at this model of an ear,

and I had this toy fire truck
and I dropped it inside,

so I reached in to get it

and I got stuck.

(grunting)

(siren wailing)
I was stuck for hours.

They had to call
the fire department.

They poured this greasy stuff

in the ear and out I came.

Then shouldn't "fire truck"
mean "museum"?

Aha!

Now, that's what
you'd think,

but "fire truck" means "stuck."

"Tubas" means "museum."

This code is
impossible to cr*ck.

Why?

Look, the inside looks
like a tuba.

Martha!

Or maybe tubas
means ocean.

(both groan)

MARTHA:
Yellow, Naptime?

It's me, Alphabet.

I'm fire truck in stove.

Take the tubas and get me.

(groaning):
If I hear that message
one more time,

my tubas are going to bleed.

(slurps)

TD:
A tuba isn't an ear.

It's an ocean... I think.

(Alice and Helen sigh)

Okay, it's no secret
that fire truck means stuck.

Right?
Right... I guess.

Hi, guys,
what's the problem?

TD invented this code.

A genius,
arbitrary code.

And Martha ate it and now
she's talking gibberish

and we can't find her.

Listen.

I'm fire truck in stove.

Take the tubas and get me.

Fire truck
means stuck,

but we can't figure out if stove
means camel or submarine

or if tubas means
museum or ocean.

How about she's stuck in Stove

and wants you to take
the two bus to get her?

Dad, we know what she's saying,
but what does it mean?

We can't break the code.

There's no code to break.

The number two bus goes
to Stove.

ALL:
What?

It's two towns over.

Martha's probably waiting
at the station.

Come on, let's go.

"Tubas" means "ocean."

It's a genius,
arbitrary code.

You can't expect me
to memorize all of it.

Martha.

What took you
so math class?

(all laughing)

You're my scuba
pickle gum collection.

(sighs)

It took us a while
to decipher your message.

Swing set ?

She's asking:
what does "message" mean?

A message is

a way of trying
to tell someone something

when they're not around.

Like when you leave a note or
talk on an answering machine,

you're leaving a message.

Here, Martha,
have some soup.

ALICE:
So how'd you get to Stove?

Ah, lightbulb Stove
watermelon six.

She got stuck

in the back
of a delivery truck.

When they stopped at Stove,
she got off.

How'd she make
the phone call?

Book sale clutterbuk
peas and carrots nine.

Meanie rinky-dink.

She used the phone
at a hotel.

The manager was
not happy about it.

Hey, TD.

Jibjab, jibjab.

Who's there?
Boomerang.

How long before the soup makes
the code wear off?

Not soon enough.

Did you catch the words
about mysteries and codes?

Let's see some of them again.

A mystery is something
that someone doesn't understand,

like when you can't figure out
why something is happening.

A motive is the reason
a person does something.

Arbitrary means you pick things

without really having
a reason for it.

When you decipher something,

it means you figure out
what it says.

Bye.

See you next time.

Whoa.

I'm okay, it's all right.

To dig up some more fun words
and games, visit pbski* Who' *

* Who's
that dog? *

* Dog, d-d-dog, d-dog. *

That dog is Rugby.

Catch!

My name is Allison
and I read to Rugby.

Rugby is a reading partner.

"Martha's family had a wonderful
party trick."

Rugby listens to me
reading to him.

When Rugby comes to the school,
he kisses me.

Today we're going to read
Martha Walks the Dog.

"As usual, her pals
were scratching,

sniffing or snoozing."

It's fun for a kid to do this

because they have a big ball
of personality

listening to them read.

"Bop! Bop! Bop! Bop!"

If you have trouble reading,
a dog will pay attention.

A dog won't say you're bad
at reading.

They just roll with it.

You can count on dogs.

I like reading to Rubgy
because it's really fun.

* He's that dog... *
* Dog, d-d-dog, d-dog. *
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