01x11 - Easy Breezy/Walk the Jabberwock

[bunniefuu]

(theme music)

♪ Down the rabbit hole to Wonderland ♪

♪ I found this place ♪

♪ Spices sing and butterflies ♪

♪ A new world to embrace ♪

♪ Nothing here's impossible ♪

♪ So we stir and twirl away ♪

♪ Up is down and left is right ♪

♪ Here's where I'm gonna stay ♪

♪ Everything so curious ♪

♪ Like a dream come true ♪

♪ At Alice's Wonderland Bakery ♪

♪ I'll make something for you ♪

♪ Don't be late, it's ready now ♪

♪ Bring friends, both old and new ♪

♪ At Alice's Wonderland Bakery ♪

♪ I'll make something for you ♪

♪ At Alice's Wonderland Bakery ♪

♪ I'll make something for you ♪

(squeaking)

ALICE: Easy, breezy.

Just an inch to the left, and aces.

Rosy-red perfection.

-Thanks, Ernesto.
-My pleasure, Princess.

Uh, it's, whoa, beautiful.

(door creaks open)

I've never seen this place
so sparkly and shimmery.

Oh, the palace always brings the fancy,
but this is like fancy, fancy.

We like to eat in style.

It's one of Mama's royal rules
that our family eats together

every "Unday".

"Unday"?

(giggles)

It's just a Wonderland way
to say nighttime.

KING OF HEARTS: See?

And this Unday will be aces.

(gasps)
Abuelo.

(giggles)
Greetings, Your Majesty.

I requested an old family recipe.

(speaks Spanish)
Muelles de viento.

Or as I call them, fritters of the wind!

(swooshes)

Sounds delicious.

Yes.

Wind fritters?

Yes, they're special Cuban dish
made with yucca.

They're so good!

Thin doughy but crisp.

Sweet yet savory.

Mmm. Sounds like everything
I've ever wanted in a food.

Oh, I can't wait to stuff my cushions.

Do you need any help in the kitchen?

We're all set.

The palace chef cooks
all our family dinners.

He has it all under...

(indistinct scream)

...control?

How could this happen?

This is a royal disaster, a catastrophe!

What's wrong, Mama?

Oh, I'm simply too distraught to explain.

(inhales)
Guards!

(grunts)
Ahem.

Hello, uh, the palace chef
has mistakenly scheduled his day off

for tonight's...
(clears throat)

...Unday dinner, and now--

Oh, there's no one left
to make the buñuelos

my darling father wanted
with all his heart.

(awkward chuckle)
Right. What she said.

What can we do?

Oh, I will have
to cancel tonight's dinner.

(sighs)

Unless...

Unless?

ALL: Unless?

Unless?

I find an excellent baker
to make the buñuelos for us.

(Alice chuckles softly)

-Well, Your Majesty, I could--
-Hmm. I see.

Perhaps, the cards.

-Ernesto?
-(gasps)

No, no, no, no, no. A Cheshire Cat!

Oh, definitely not.

-I'd be happy to help then.
-(groans)

This really is a problem.

Alice, going once.

Going twice.

(gasps)
Ha, ha, of course.

Why didn't I think of this before?

(laughs)
No problem, Your Majesty.

Me!

Huh?

(laughs)

I'm wonderful at all sorts of things.

Why not baking, hmm?

(gasps)
Alice, when did you get here?

You can have the honor
of being my royal baking assistant.

Oh, okay.

Happy to help.
(chuckles)

(whispers)
Are you sure about this?

Remember when Mama tried to make toast?

(whispers)
The butter, it was everywhere.

Sí, Rosa, but we must let your mother try.

It's a family recipe, and we are family!

In that case, well, I'll help.

Fabulous!

To the Palace Kitchen!

Uh, Your Majesty.
(awkward chuckle)

The kitchen's this way.

Right.
(laughs)

That, that, that was a test.

Like I said...

to the Palace Kitchen!

(chuckles)
We've got your yucca.

Eggs and sugar. Ready to go.

And whistling wind flakes.

-(swooshes)
-Whoa!

Whiskers! That's strong!

Everyone knows you can't have
wind fritters without wind flakes.

(speaks Spanish)
Excelente.

And now to begin,

step one is...

Oh, my, I seem
to have forgotten the first step.

ALICE: No problem.

I found the recipe in the royal cookbook.

What a good little assistant
you are, Alice.

Thanks. It says here,

"To start a recipe prim and royal,
bring your water to a boil."

(clicks)

-Bravo!
-Bravo!

-Very good! Very good! Very good!
-Brilliant! Brilliant!

Ha! See that?

I'm fantastic.

Well, that's only step one,
Your Heartness.

Now, we've got to go to step two.

It's all coming back to me now.

The rest of the recipe should be a breeze.

Easy as one, two, three!

(upbeat music plays)

♪ Ever since I was a girl ♪

♪ Mother said I had a gift ♪

♪ I could do anything I set my mind to ♪

♪ At least that was the gist ♪

♪ As Queen, I took those words to heart ♪

♪ And realized I was really smart ♪

♪ So, like a rose,
my confidence just grew ♪

♪ And now, there's really
nothing I can't do ♪

♪ And that includes baking too ♪

♪ Watch me do it with ease ♪

♪ Bet you wish you had skills like these ♪

♪ Like the wind through the trees ♪

♪ Baking is a breeze ♪

♪ I won a hundred decrees ♪

♪ While you stuck in a cold deep freeze ♪

♪ Try to keep up, my darling, please ♪

♪ Baking is a breeze ♪

BOTH: ♪ Watch her go ♪

♪ I'm not sure that's right ♪

-BOTH: ♪ It's her show ♪
-♪ That flour is looking light ♪

-♪ I'd say it's rather odd ♪
-BOTH: ♪ Add some spice ♪

♪ Kids, just fall in line ♪

-♪ Watch me do it with ease ♪
-BOTH: ♪ It's her show ♪

♪ Bet you wish you had skills like these ♪

♪ Like a wind through the trees ♪

♪ Baking is a breeze ♪

♪ Yes, I'll do it with ease ♪

♪ Like wind through the trees ♪

♪ My darling, please ♪

♪ Baking ♪

♪ Is a breeze! ♪

Applause, please.

(applause)

(sighs)

-That was...
-Positively bonkers.

Uh, is it over?

Oh, dear, my feet are still thumping.

Talk about a baking workout.

But the buñuelos...

Hmm... are looking good.

I hope you all were taking notes.

(gasps)
I should write a cookbook.

I'll call it Baking like a Queen.

I smell a best seller.

(sniffs, awkward chuckle)

I smell something burning.

-(hisses)
-He, he.

Okay, Your Majesty.

There's still one last step
for the recipe.

Add a pinch of wind flakes.

-(swooshes)
-Oh!

-I've got it from here, Alice.
-Oh.

Wind flakes are my favorite part.

(swooshes)

Ah, there!

That's what I call
a pinch fit for a Queen.

Papa, why don't you and the children
go clean up for dinner?

I'll finish up in here.

Well, okay, mi hija, if you're sure.

I've never seen someone bake
with that many wind flakes before.

I must agree.

It doesn't seem quite right.

Maybe we should look
over the recipe to be safe.

"Add a pinch of wind flakes all around,

and the stay-put syrup to keep them down."

Did we add the stay-put syrup?

Why wouldn't we? I'm sure we did.

Of course, we did.

Oh, dear, did we?

(Queen of Hearts sighs)

All set, children.

The buñuelos are in the oven.

I'm off to take my siesta while they bake.

Ta-ta.

We better add the stay-put syrup.

I've never seen an oven do that.

Relax, it's probably
just doing the Hatter trot. See?

-Ta, ta.
-(clattering)

-Ah.
-(awkward chuckle)

-I don't think I know this part.
-(clattering)

This cannot be good.

Oh.

What's all the commotion in here?

(oven dings)

(surprised gasp)

The buñuelos are ready in record time.

Oh, ho, ho. I really am good.

(screaming)

No! What's going on?

-Whoo-hoo!
-Cloves!

-Whiskers!
-Oh! Hat's off!

Mi dama, look out!

-FERGIE: Oh, no!
-ROSA: Uh-oh!

This is definitely not part of the recipe!

Whoa!

Ah! I'm beside myself.

Oh! Chair's coming through!

The, oh, palace must be slipped up
in this mighty wind!

Oh, this is a mighty shuffle!

Oh, no.

My Unday decorations.

Uh...

Mmm. Cheddar.

Huh? My watch!

I miss flying.

For real!

Oh! Alice, please stop this wind!

Your Majesty, we didn't add
the last ingredient, stay-put syrup.

Oh, this is all my fault.

It would seem baking isn't such a breeze.

Ah, hello again!

Wait, a maple-coated minute.

Fergie's watch.

ALICE: Ernesto.

The wind, it must be blowing circles.

We have to let go!

What?

We need to use the wind, not fight it.

Won't the wind just blow us away?

It's the only sh*t we have to make it back
to the kitchen to finish the recipe.

On three.

One, two, three.

Let go!

Here goes!

(both scream)

-Oh, whee!
-Whoa-hoho!

Oh!
(grunts)

Well, hello, Ernesto.

Now we're cookin'.

-(swooshes)
-Oh.

Oh, hang on, grab it!

Don't look down. Don't look down. Ah!

(Rosa laughs)

This is aces!
(chuckles)

I'm glad one of us is having fun!

-Oh!
-(Ernesto chuckles)

-ERNESTO: Let's go for a spin!
-(yelping)

(Alice laughs)

Whoa! Catch you later, Alice.

Whoa! Hee! Whoo-hoho!

-(exclaiming)
-Here!

Agh!

Save the buñuelos!

Hang tight, Your Majesty, next stop,

-the kitchen!
-(doors thudding)

(Queen of Hearts yelping)

(thrilling music)

ALICE: Quick, the stay-put syrup.

Pour, Your Majesty.

Pour your heart out!

Here goes.

(epic music)

(spurting)

Oh, Alice, you saved the palace.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Royal job with the syrup, Your Majesty.

-Whoo-hoo! You did it!
-Aces!

I admit I have much
to learn from you, Alice.

And sometimes,
it's a royal idea to ask for help.

But, Mama, can I just say

that was the most fun
I've had cooking ever?

I think we've discovered a new tradition,

baking as a family.

Henceforth, we shall bake as a family
every Unday.

Hasa!

QUEEN OF HEARTS: Dinner is served.

Mmm.

Nothing beats a family recipe.

ALL: To family!

ALICE: Walk the Jabberwock.

-Tulgey Wood sure is in bloom.
-FERGIE: Argh!

(groans)
Next time...

(grunts)
...I gotta bring a bigger basket.

(yelps, groans)

(sighs, groans)

(exhales)
Thanks.

FERGIE: Huh? Wow!
That's a lot of card guards.

Must be headed somewhere important.

Really important.

The Queen and Rosa are with them too.

Oh, I see, they're on the path
to the bakery.

(all gasp)

ALL: The bakery!

(suspenseful music)

ALL: Whoa!

Old cinnamon sticks! What's the rush?

Make way for the Queen of Hearts
and Princess Rosa.

Oh, Alice. I'm so glad you're home.

There's a royal emergency.

Mama and I have been called away
on urgent palace business,

and we need someone
to pet sit Jabbie today.

Jabbie? Who's Jabbie?

Make way for Jabber--

(barking)

-Good, Jabberwock.
-(barks, whistles)

-Oh, hi, Jabbie.
-Oh...

-Hey, little fella.
-(panting)

You know, I love Jabbie,

but I've never pet sat before.

There is no one in Wonderland I trust
with my precious baby Jabberwock.

But Rosa says you're wonderful
with your... Catty kit...

-(whispers)
-(clears throat)

Kitty cat.

And if my daughter trusts you,
then I do too.

What do you say?

Uh, well, Your Royal Heartness, if you--

Marvelous! Here's the instruction.

We'll be back this evening.

Ta-ta!

Jabbie is just like any other pet.

Show him love and he'll be happy.

A day with a Jabberwock.

Okay, I can do this, right?

Of course, you can.

I think.

(sniffs, barks)

(sniffs, slurps)

I do take care of Dinah every day.

How different can it be?
(chuckles)

If anyone's got this, it's you.

We'll just make Jabbie feel safe
and loved with this.

Here's a cozy bed for you, Jabbie.

(sad groan)

(whimpering)

Maybe the instructions can help us.

FERGIE: "Hiking scepters, snicker snacks,

royal bubble bath, crown polish"?

Oh, these aren't even instructions,

-just a list of stuff.
-Hmm?

And maybe a hiking scepter means a walk,

-and snicker snacks means snack time.
-(Jabbie barking)

(barks, pants)

(pants, groans)

(whimpering)

Now, a walk would help get his mind off
how much he misses the Queen.

Then it's time for our first walk
with a Jabberwock.

(pants, yelps)

-(Jabbie barking)
-Oh!

(Jabbie panting)

(soft chuckle)
Jabbie looks happier already.

(barking)

(barking continues)

(giggles)

Belly rubs are my favorite too.

Can I hold Jabbie's leash, please?

Sure. Just hold on tight.

This leash isn't going
anywhere on my watch.

(sniffing)

Huh! Who knew taking care of a Jabberwock
would be so easy?

Oh, it helps that Jabbie is so calm.

-Look, rocking-horse flies.
-(chittering)

-(Jabbie exclaims)
-(yelps)

-(gibbers)
-Ooh!

(terrified scream)
Jabbie!

So much for calm.

Hold on, Fergie!

-Ah! Ow! Oh! Oh!
-(roars)

FERGIE: Mud!

Why did it have to...

-have to be mud?
-(splats)

(Jabbie panting)

FERGIE: Not again!

(Jabbie gibbering)

-(rocking-horse flies chittering)
-(Jabbie yips)

(whines)

(Jabbie whimpering)

(pants, exhales)

-Are you all right, Fergie?
-(Fergie sighs)

I've been better.

Oh. And that walk was more like a run.

(barks)

(yipping, panting)

Which means, Jabbie probably
worked up an appetite.

To the bakery!

Next on the list is...

Oh, snicker snacks.

Recipe? Coming up.

Let's see.

We need flour.

(Jabbie gibbering)

-(gibbering continues)
-(chuckles)

Not now, Jabbie.

We're working on your snack.

(barking)

-(mewling)
-(barking continues)

Ooh! Hey, Jabbie.
(chuckles)

Hmm. Maybe you need some playtime too.

I got this, Alice.

(barking)

Jabbie, fetch!

(barking)

That should distract Jabbie for a bit.

Let's get baking.

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, badum ♪

(screams)

(objects clattering)

-Oops!
-(pants)

Come here, Jabbie.

Let's get baking... again.

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, badum ♪

ALICE: ♪ Bum, badum, badum ♪

♪ Oh, roll up your sleeves
it's time to bake ♪

♪ Stir that, we've got a dish to make ♪

♪ And let's work together
with a sift and a scoop ♪

♪ And a sprinkle and a shake ♪

♪ Come on, let's bake ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, badum ♪

-♪ With a sprinkle and a shake ♪
-♪ Bum, badum, badum ♪

-♪ Come on, let's bake ♪
-♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, badum ♪

-♪ With a sprinkle and a shake ♪
-♪ Bum, badum, badum ♪

♪ Come on, let's bake ♪

(exhales)

Maybe fetch and baking don't mix.

(chuckling)
I think Oven agrees.

Time to find a different kitchen.

ALICE: Oh, hey, Jabbie.

-Your royal snack is served.
-(sniffs)

(sighs)
I hope he likes it.

(low groaning)

(crunching)

Oh, he didn't like it.

He loved it!

(slurps, gulps)

(sniffing)

(sniffing continues)

Oh, no.

He's still hungry.

(grunting, sniffing)

(sniffs, yelps)

No. No, Jabbie.

Not the carrots.

(yelps)

(Jabbie babbling)

(babbling continues)

(chomps, gibbers)

(babbles, pants)

There he is!

(Fergie grunts)

-Come here, Jabbie.
-(chitters)

HATTIE: I'll get him! Hiya!

(mumbling)

-(swooshing)
-(Jabbie crunching)

(crunching continues)

(babbling)

(chitters)

(mumbling)

(barking)

-(mumbles)
-ALICE: Huh.

I think Jabbie likes Tumtum fruit
for dessert.

And after all that eating,
looks like he could use a bath.

ALICE: We don't have royal bubble bath,

but a splash in the pool
should clean his feathers.

(whines)

He must not like baths very much.

Another thing we have in common.

(grunts)
Come on, Jabbie,

the Queen wants you...

(grunts)
...clean.

Oh, how about a shower instead?

-Wings?
-(chitters)

-You have wings?
-(barks)

Whoa! Come back!

(terrified groaning)

Oh, not again!

Fergie! Jabbie!

-(Jabbie babbles)
-ALICE: Am I dreaming?

Or did I just let
the Queen's royal pet run away?

Not run away, Alice, fly away.

That's even worse.

What are we gonna do?

We just need to put our thinking caps on.

Now, where could they be?

-(whirring)
-(Jabbie babbles)

The Hedge Maze!

Oh, my thinking cap is working.

I think they're headed to the Hedge Maze.

That wasn't your thinking cap,
that was Fergie.

Come on!

(Hattie panting)

That's a Fergie-and-Jabbie hole,
all right.

But no Fergie and Jabbie.

Look!

Jabbie feathers.

They lead into Tulgey Wood.

Let's go!

Whoa, whoa! Whoa! Whoo!

Oh-ho. Lucky we didn't land in the mud.

(Jabbie gibbers)

(Fergie screams)

(groans)

Well, I did.

(Jabbie babbling)

-(shrieks)
-Oh, no.

Where's he off to?

If it's like Fergie's garden,
he's off to find desserts.

(both gasp)

-The Tumtum tree!
-The Tumtum tree!

Oh, missed him by the brim of our hat.

Look, a camp fireflies.

Any leads on a baby Jabberwock?

(buzzes)

(chuckles)
Thanks, my fine, flickering friends.

Hmm. That looks familiar.

That's because we're back at the bakery,

with no sign of Jabbie.

FERGIE: Don't worry, Alice.

The Queen will know where to look.

Oh, crumbs.

I hadn't thought about the Queen.

CARD GUARD:
Make way for Your Royal Heartness.

Oh, no. What am I going to say?

The Queen and Rosa will be so upset.

(nervous chuckle)

Your Majesty.

Hello, Alice.

I hope my Jabbie wasn't
too hard on you today.

Well, you see, I have to tell you--

Uh-uh-uh. Hold that thought.

I must see my dear Jabbie at once.

Wait!

(gasps)
Oh, my heart's in tarts.

Do my eyes deceive me?

I can explain. I...

(gasps)

(groans softly)

-Huh? Wait.
-Yes.

-He's here?
-QUEEN OF HEARTS: Oh!

My Jabbie only naps
when he feels completely safe.

No pet sitter has ever
gotten him to sleep before.

(soft chuckle)
I knew you could do it.

(Dinah meows)

(meowing)

It's not what it looks like.

I tried to follow the instructions,

but taking care of Jabbie
was trickier than I expected.

He flew away, and I thought I lost him--

Oh, he never gets lost.

My instructions clearly state
he can fly around Wonderland.

He always comes back.

(light music)

"Hiking scepter, snicker snacks."

Um, Mama, these aren't
instructions for Jabbie.

You accidentally gave Alice
our royal shopping list.

Ha, ha!

So it is.

Whoa! That's even more impressive.

You took care of him simply
by using your head and your heart.

I... did?

COOKIE: Even without instructions.

You figured out
what made Jabbie feel safe and loved.

What more could a pet want
from a pet sitter?

(snores softly)

Oh, but please, please promise me
you'll pet sit Jabbie again?

It was harder than I thought.

But it's not so bad
with pets this easy to love.

(cheerful music)