01x05 - Distractions/The Giving Chair

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- ♪ - [rooster crows]

- ♪ Pony on the sixth floor, Pony in the bathroom ♪

♪ Pony in the kitchen, Pony on the school bus ♪

♪ Pony, Pony, Pony

♪ He's a funny-looking pony, never going slowly ♪

♪ When you got a pony, you're never feeling lonely ♪

♪ Pony, Pony, Pony

- Pony!

- ♪ It's Pony, Pony, Pony

- [screams]

- ♪ It's Pony, Pony, Pony, Pony ♪

♪ It's Pony, Pony, Pony, Pony

♪ It's Pony

- ANNIE: Pony!

- ♪

- [sighs]

- What's up, Gerry?

- Uh, I just really wanted to go to space camp, is all.

- You are going.

I thought your dad said if you got all As, you'd be there.

- Uh-huh.

But now we've got this science project.

- And you're great at science.

- Uh, yeah.

But...my partner is-- - Me.

- Well, you and...Pony. [chuckles nervously]

- What are you trying to say?

- You and Pony don't have the best history with projects.

- [dripping sound]

- ♪

- I've been...unlucky.

Look, Gerry, it's going to be fine.

Come over to my house, we'll do an amazing project in no time.

- Annie! I'm coming down.

- [chickens clucking]

- Hey, you know what I think?

Maybe we should split up the project.

I'll do the first half at my place

and you do the second half here.

- You sure? - PONY: Annie!

- [chickens clucking]

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- ♪

- [horn honks]

- [screams]

- [crash]

- Annie!

- Yep. We're failing this for sure.

Goodbye, space camp.

- We won't fail!

This will be the best project ever, you'll see!

Isn't that right, Pony?

- We're going fishing. - Hey, what? No!

We're not! I promise!

Ugh. I'm going to work harder than I've ever worked before.

All I have to do is focus.

- [rhythmic clopping]

- Is it..."Happy Birthday"? - Yes.

Okay, how about this? - [rhythmic clopping]

- Wait, no, cut it out. I have to focus.

- I'm helping. Need the blue one?

- Not this time, Pony. I need to do it by myself.

- ♪

- [breathing loudly]

Oh! Hey! Oh!

[sneezes]

- Uh...what just happened? - Nothing.

Can you two keep an eye on Pony for a little while?

Like, half an hour?

- Nope. - Sorry, honey.

I've got to clean the henhouse.

And Dad-- - DAD: Doesn't want to.

- Dad is also busy, for some reason.

- Where did my apple go?

- [crashing, chickens clucking]

- PONY: It was already like that!

- Here, why don't you give him a puzzle?

It works on Granny.

- PONY: [gasps] A puzzle!

I am great at puzzles. - Great. Have fun.

- [typing]

- [door opens]

- [door shuts]

- How is a person supposed to work

with all these distractions?

- [pounding]

- Don't bash them in if they don't fit.

- They do fit if I bash them in.

- Ah, look, I'll show you.

And I put the final piece there.

- Nope, I put the final piece.

- You sneak! You hid that!

There.

Oh, space. Space camp.

[gasps] The project!

Okay, here we go. No more distractions.

Here, do some drawing.

Oh, what's that? A bicycle?

- Yours for bucks.

- It took you a second!

What chump would buy that for bucks?

- Oh, oh, me! - ANNIE: You sir, in the back!

A wise choice, sir.

Great gift for a loved one.

You're a hit, Pony. Okay, what's next?

- This one. I call it "Sad Gerry."

He's sad because you're not working.

- [gasps] The project!

- Come on, let me help.

I'm really good at-- whatever it is you're doing.

- I don't need your help.

Just play with the paper, please.

- [paper crumpling]

- PONY: Bak! - That is it, Pony!

Stop, please! Gerry's counting on me.

And this time, I won't let him down.

I can't, and I won't be distracted by--

by any more of your--

Ha-ha, mine's winning!

- [blows]

- Hey, no cheating!

- [farts]

- Oh, sorry, Clara.

- Oh, hey, Annie. How'd it go?

- What? - Your project? With Gerry.

- Oh, right, um, great.

I've done the first page already.

And it's a really great first page.

- And it floats really well.

I ran out of paper. - [sobs] Pony!

- I'll text Gerry he's never getting to space camp.

- Poor Gerry. He wanted it so bad.

- No, don't! He's going to space camp.

I'm getting it back. - Jump in!

- Wait, uh, Pony? Whose boat is this?

- Carl and... - Leeann?

- It's Carl and Leeann's. They're on a date.

- Okay, slow down.

- [duck quacks] - Hey!

- [ducks quacking]

- ANNIE: Pony!

- PONY: [grunts] - [splash]

- ♪

- So, uh, is this your first date or...

- [printer whirring]

- Gerry: Hmm.

I've gotta redo the whole first page.

Ugh, it's all wrong!

The font, the color.

You call that double spaced?

I pray Annie's not having

these kinds of problems with her first page.

- [gasps] Got it! Your first page.

- [duck quacks]

- ANNIE: Hey! Put him down!

- PONY: Uh, uh! - I'm coming!

- Uh, uh, uh!

- Pick up the pace, Carl.

- [screams]

- Whoa!

- [screams]

[grunts]

[screams]

Huh? - Did you get it?

- I sure did. Just needs drying.

It'll be fi--oh. It'll be fi--oh.

It'll be f--uh. It'll be f--uh.

It'll be--oh.

Lucky you're good at puzzles!

- [groans]

- [slam] - [ding]

- Huh?

- Dad, you're taking Pony while I finish my work.

Gerry is counting on me.

- What am I gonna do with him?

- ANNIE: Do whatever I'd do!

- [door slams shut]

- ANNIE: Right, let's start again.

No Pony, no distractions.

Nothing to stop me doing the best half a project ever.

- [taps pen] - [clock ticks]

- [taps pen] - [clock ticks]

- This is awful! It's too quiet.

The paper's too still.

There's no horsey breath in my ear.

I can't work without him. I do need his help.

Pony?

Pony?

Where are they?

They did a puzzle too.

And they sold some more pictures.

They did exactly what we did.

Where could they be now?

[gasps] The park!

[pants] Huh? Pony!

- Oh, hi, Annie! - I need you at home.

Hi, Carl. Hey, Leeann.

Hmm. I thought you'd be fighting with the ducks again.

- Nope, not me. - [gasps] Got it!

- [ducks quacking] - Uh, uh, aah!

- Dad! - Oh, the ducks!

[grunts]

- ♪

- Hugs! - Pony!

- DAD: [screams]

- Oh, Dad!

- PONY: I've got an idea.

- ♪

- Pony, it turns out I can't work without you.

I don't work without you.

- Really? I thought I distract you.

- Not when we work together. Will you help me?

- Hmm, I'm pretty busy right now.

- DAD: Stop jabbering and grab me!

- Oh, yeah. - PONY: We got you, Dad.

- Wait, what? - DAD: Stop this thing!

- Nope, there's somewhere we need to be.

- ANNIE: Oh, the traffic, Pony!

- PONY: Don't worry. I have a plan!

- [horns honking]

- [grunts]

- [tires screeching]

- [horns honking] - Are we going the right way?

- PONY: Trust me, I'm a homing pony.

- ALL: [whimpering]

- [crash]

- Quick, Pony, we've gotta finish the project!

Thanks for looking after Pony, Dad.

- Don't mention it...ever again.

- PONY: [breathing loudly]

- ♪

- ANNIE: So...what do you think?

- Annie, this is great!

Space camp is in the bag!

And to think I was really worried

about you doing it with Pony.

- You just have to know how to handle him.

Sometimes he can be a little distracting.

- Who knows how to hook a worm?

- And then slowly reel it in. That's it!

- Oh, look! A school of fish.

- BOTH: School!

- ♪

- PONY: Help! Help! Help!

- What's wrong?

- PONY: I'm out of toilet paper.

- I thought something happened to you.

- PONY: Something did happen to me.

- [chickens clucking] - Pony's out of toilet paper.

- Does Lucille look okay to you?

- Which one's Lucille?

- The one who looks like she may be running a fever.

- PONY: Toilet paper! - Coming! Hold your horses!

Ha! Horses.

Huh? [gasps] Wow!

Did you know Dad wrote a book? - Sure.

It was the proudest moment of his life.

- "Pots and Potting," by George Bramley.

Pony, check this out! What do you think of this?

- PONY: Hmm, let's see. - Pretty impressive, huh?

- [pages rustling]

- PONY: It's a little scratchy.

- [clucks] - I'm worried about her, George.

She hasn't smiled all day. - How would you know?

- I think we should take her to the vet.

- I say we let her sleep it off.

Or...sit it off, or do whatever chickens do all day.

- Mom says writing that book

was the proudest moment of Dad's life.

Be careful with it, okay? I wouldn't want anything to--

- [toilet flushes]

- We're out of toilet paper again.

Oh, come on. It was partly your fault.

You gave me the paper. - I gave you a book.

- Of paper. - We'll replace it.

And Dad will never know.

Okay, let's hope the bookstore has a copy.

- You're in luck. We have of those.

- BOTH: Yes! - Oh, no, sorry.

That's the price. We have one of those.

- Okay, where's that?

- It's in the gardening section. Over there.

Behind the horse in the chair.

- Pony, what are you doing? - These chairs are never free.

- But Dad's book is right over there.

[grunts]

Ahh, that's nice.

Maybe we can sit for a second.

I still can't believe Dad wrote a book.

- I'm gonna write a book. - About what?

- "Pony--The Lost Years." - What lost years?

- I can't tell you. You'll have to buy the book.

Chip? - Thanks.

- [chews] - Got any more?

- Mm-- - [clanking]

- --I don't know. I think that's it.

- What? Uh? That came from inside the chair?

Ugh! - PONY: Hey, I see Dad's book.

- Where? - There.

- Where did you get those? - They were in the chair.

I wonder what else is in here.

- [clanking]

- Whoa, how did it know I was thirsty?

- [slurping] - [burps]

- Annie, this is no ordinary chair.

It's a giving chair.

It senses what people need and magically gives it to them.

- No, it's not.

It's just old junk people dropped in there.

- We'll see about that.

I'm wishing for my heart's greatest desire...

the thing that would truly complete my life.

- [clanking]

- [gasps] Thank you, magic giving chair!

- [whirring]

- [boinging]

- Hey, is there anything in the chair that can get us the book

without getting up?

- [clanking]

- [snap]

- [squish]

- [splat]

- Ah, almost. Try again.

- [splat]

- ♪

- [clucks]

- I'm gonna call the vet. Can you take Lucille?

- There's nothing wrong with her.

- I think I see what's going on here.

You don't want to take Lucille to the vet

because you don't want to spend the money.

- So you do see what's going on here.

- [clucks]

- If anything, your aim is getting worse.

- This may take a while.

- That's okay. It's not going anywhere.

- Oh, can you direct me to where

I might find the book "Potting and Pots"?

- It's going somewhere. Somebody wants Dad's book.

We have to get it now. - You're right.

- Get it! - Exactly. You get it.

- You ruined it. You get it.

- ♪

- Do something!

- [bagpipe music]

♪

[music slows, stops]

- [pants]

- Hey, that's my book!

- You mean the one I'm holding? - You're not holding.

[grunts]

- [thud]

- Grab it, Pony.

- [grunts] It...too...far away.

- Not for me!

- [pants]

- Pony, where did he go?

- PONY: There, to your right.

- ♪

- [grunts]

I need this book!

- So...do...I!

- Why do you need it? - Why do you?

- Well, it's the most important book in the world to me.

- It's even more important to me!

- Ahem.

Who's buying it?

- BOTH: I am!

- [beeping]

- What's that book? - Show us the cover!

- Who's it by? - I've gotta read it!

- What's it about?

- [grunts] Pony, do something!

- Giving chair, provide for me now.

A ticket?

- You see? It's just a chair.

- Ha-ha!

[grunts]

- [crash]

- Pony, where's the book?

- I've got it!

- No!

- [tires screeching] - He's getting away!

- PONY: Oh no, he's not! Get in!

- There goes the most important book in the world.

- You found wheels in there too?

- Oh, and there's this.

- [whirring, ding]

- I feel safer already.

- Maybe she's not sick.

I think might just be unhappy. She needs to talk to someone.

I'll take her to a pet psychologist.

- That sounds expensive.

What does a chicken have to be unhappy about?

You do a great job at taking care of them.

- I thought I did. [gasps]

Did I even get her a card for her birthday?

- [tires screeching]

- ♪

- There he is!

- [tires screeching] - Hurry!

- ♪

- Can this thing go any faster? - Let me see.

- [whirring, ding]

- It reclines too?

How am I only discovering this now?

The only thing missing is a massage function.

- [vibrating] What a grreeaat...chaaair.

- ♪

- [tires screeching]

- There's no way to steer.

- Yes, there is!

- Whoa, people lose the strangest things in chairs.

- [grunts] It doesn't work.

- Uh!

- ♪

- [helicopter blades whirring] - WOMAN: Breaking news.

A motorist is involved in a high-speed chase

with a pony and a schoolgirl

seated in a very comfortable-looking chair.

The dispute began over what's been called

"the most important book in the world."

- [whirring, beeping]

- Let's see 'em get through that!

- Ah! I didn't think it'd end like this!

- It won't!

- The toll ticket!

- Oh, ah!

Yes!

- [crash]

- [whirring]

- Never doubt the chair.

- ♪

- Faster!

- [whoosh]

- ♪

- No! Never! - Magic giving chair--

[gasps] I know how to stop him!

- [whirring]

- [grunts] Why do you want this book so bad?

- Because George Brumley's my father!

- [gasps] He's my father too!

Wait, Brumley?

- I've been searching for this book for seven long years.

- That book is by George Bramley.

- What? "Potting and Pots"?

- No, no, no, "Pots and Potting."

- Oh, my mistake. You can have it.

- I did it! The magic giving chair.

- Pony, he gave me the book.

- Oh.

- [tires pop]

- Sorry! - That's okay!

It was partly my fault.

- We did it, Pony! - We did!

You, me, and the giving chair.

- Now all we have to do is get it back to--

[screams] Dad!

- I just call him Dad.

- [gulps] Pony, look.

- [seagull squawks]

- We have to jump off. - We can't abandon the chair.

- We don't have a choice! On the count of three.

One, two, three!

- [grunting]

- ♪ Oh, giving chair

♪ You gave until you had nothing left to give ♪

- [flapping]

- [angelic music]

- ANNIE: That is some chair.

Come on, let's get the book home to Dad.

- I don't have it. You have it.

- I don't have it.

[gasps]

- ♪

- ANNIE: Oh, come on!

Dad, Pony and I have something to tell you.

Pony, you go.

- We lost...the giving chair.

The chair of wonders.

The greatest chair to ever hold up a bottom.

- ANNIE: Pony.

- Oh, and also that book you wrote.

- Well, you want another one?

I've got hundreds.

They didn't sell very well until today.

Suddenly everybody wants one.

And we've almost sold out.

Look at all the money we made. [chuckles]

I can think of a thousand ways to spend it.

- I can think of one.

- [clock ticking]

- Did you forget her birthday?

- ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah

♪

- [Nickelodeon theme]