01x25 - Alma Picked a Pepper/The Alma Train

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[♪♪♪] ♪ Waahoooa yay!

♪ Vamonos!

♪Lo le lo lai, lo lai lai lo le, ♪

♪ it's Alma's Way!

♪ Here she comes,

♪beaming with pride and something to say! ♪

♪ Hear those drums?

♪ Playing Alma's Way.

♪ From the Bronx,

♪ singing a le lo lai, lai lo lei! ♪

♪ Our island songs,

♪ saying Alma's Way!

♪So many questions, so much to explain. ♪

♪ Hoh! ♪ Figure it out as you hop on the train. ♪

♪Hoo!♪ ♪With Mami, Papi, Junior and Abuelo, mi gente. ♪

♪ I'll think it through and share it with you, ♪

♪ come on vente!

♪ There she goes!

♪Learning about her world every day. ♪

♪ The whole world knows,

♪ it's Alma's Way...

♪ Alma's Way! ♪

♪i¡Wepa! ♪

[birds chirping]

ALMA: "“Alma Picked a Pepper"”

♪♪♪

[water flowing from hose]

ALMA: Becka, your tomatoes have grown so big!

BECKA: Nice!

You can pick the ripe ones, Alma.

ALMA: Sa-weet!

Becka told me tomatoes are ready to be picked when they're red and...

ALMA: Come off the vine like this!

I'm getting pretty good at gardening, thanks to Becka.

BECKA: [gasp]

Hey, Alma! Check out Eddie's basil plant.

It's getting super big!

ALMA: Really?!

BECKA: Ahh! [gasp]

ALMA: Whoops, sorry...

[Becka sprays Alma back] BECKA: Back at cha!

ALMA: Ahh! [giggles]

BECKA: Oh yeah?!

ALMA/BECKA: Oo, UhHuh! Missed me!/[giggles]

ALMA: [giggles]

BECKA: Oo, ahh!

ALMA: Almost! [laughs]

[gasp] Time out! Time out! [Alma stops water]

ALMA: [gasp] Becka! Come quick!

[Becka stops water]

ALMA: Check them out!

BECKA: Yup! We've got red peppers!

Ooo, They're looking great.

ALMA: And very peppery.

BECKA: Very. Congrats, Alma! You grew your first peppers!

ALMA: WE grew them!

We make such a great gardening team! [high five]

ALMA/BECKA: Oo, ah-ah ahh! [giggles]

ALMA: Hey, there's another one!

ALMA: Wait a minute...

What does it look like to you, Becka?

BECKA: Umm... a pepper?

ALMA: Yeah, but it kinda looks like...

BECKA: [gasp]

ALMA/BECKA: CHACHO!!

ALMA: Woof woof woof! [fake dog panting]

BECKA: Aww, who's a good boy? You are, Chacho Pepper.

ALMA/BECKA: [laughs]

BECKA: Hey, Mom!

You gotta see this! It's our... Chacho Pepper!

MS.B: Well, will ya look at that!

Who knew we could grow dogs in our garden? [chuckles]

ALMA: Wait '‘til my family sees it!

BECKA: Whooaa, it's not ready to be picked yet!

ALMA: Oh yeah! We're growing RED peppers!

The longer they grow...

ALMA/BECKA: the sweeter they'll be.

MS.B: Yeah, You're gettin' the hang of it, Alma!

BECKA: Well, back to watering!

ALMA: Hmm... If I can't bring the pepper to my family,

then I'll have to bring my family to the pepper.

♪♪♪ [birds chirping]

MAMI: Can you believe it? Our baby, the pepper grower!

ALMA: Just wait 'til they see who the pepper looks like...

ALMA: [drum roll]

Ladies and gentlemen and Chacho. Feast your eyes on THIS!

MAMI: Ooh, nice pepper Alma!

PAPI: Wait a minute...

[gasp] it kinda looks like...

ALMA: Waaaait for it...

MAMI:¿Qué qué? JUNIOR:Whoa!

PAPI: I don't believe it!

MAMI: That pepper looks exactly like...

JUNIOR/PAPI/MAMI: CHACHO!!!

CHACHO: [barks]

CHACHO: [barks] [panting] [growl] [sniffs]

JUNIOR: Don't worry, you're still our favorite pepper...

Oh, I mean puppy.

CHACHO: [growls]

PAPI: The people who watch my animal show are gonna LOVE this.

PAPI: i¡Oigan, amigos! Check this out...

Chacho.

Pepper.

Chacho.

Pepper.

[laughs] It's a Chacho Pepper! [laughs]

RAFIA: Wait. Did your dad say, "“Chacho Pepper?!"”

ALMA: Yep, Becka and I--

JUNIOR: Alma grew it!

RAFIA: I've gotta see that.

ALMA: Woof woof woof!!

RAFIA: Whoa, okay... that's the world's greatest pepper, Alma!

MAMI: That's my girl, the gardener!

RAFIA: Safina, Ma! Come over and see what Alma grew!

ALMA: I guess it is pretty amazing!

CROWD: Whoa! Awesome!/Yo, awesome! It's so cool!

BECKA: What is going on?

MS.B: Huh, I dunno, but maybe they can help while they're here.

I'll get the hand weeders!

SQUID GUY: Have you seen Alma's amazing Chacho Pepper yet?

BECKA: Huh?

SQUID GUY: Yeah, everyone's talking about it!

CROWD: Whoaaa!/I know right! /Whoa! That's wild!

SQUID GUY: Wowzers! That's squiddle-mazing! He's never looked better!

FRANKIE: [chuckling] That's crazy!

ALMA: Hey Becka! Excuse me! [effort]

ALMA: Becka, isn't this sweet?

Everyone wants to see our Chacho Pepper!

RAFIA: Alma!

Come take a picture with us of you and your pepper.

BECKA: Wait... ALMA'S pepper?

CROWD: [impressed chatter]

RAFIA: Say pepper!

ALMA/RAFIA/ANDREÉ: Pepper!!

[camera clicks]

CROWD: That's Amazing/ Awesome/ So Cool / Wow

ALMA: I wonder what's up with Becka?

SQUID GUY: Hey, Alma, tell us how YOU grew this pepper!

RAFIA: Yeah, have you grown them before?

ANDREÉ: You grow other animal shaped things?

Like cantaloupe?

ALMA: This is the very first thing I've ever grown!

CROWD: For real!?/ Whoa! /Whoa, really Alma?/ That's cool

ALMA: It was a teeny tiny plant and I had to water and water it.

CROWD: Oooooh...

ALMA: It took forever to grow...

CROWD: Aaaaah...

ALMA: And I took really good care of it.

Until finally...

TADA! Alma's Amazing Chacho Pepper!

FRANKIE: Give it up for Alma the gardener!

CROWD: [chanting] Alma! Alma! Alma!

FRANKIE: Hey-yo! I have an announcement.

To honor this one-of-a-kind pepper

grown by our one-of-a- kind gardener...

I want to show off Alma's Amazing Chacho Pepper

in the Community Center's Famous Faces display.

ALMA: Say whaaat?!

BECKA: [upset] Say what?

CROWD: [chanting] Alma! Alma! Alma!

JUNIOR: Yeahh, Alma!

FRANKIE: That's what I'm talkin' about! [chuckles]

FRANKIE: So, when can we expect your pepper to be picked and put on display?

ALMA: Uhmmm...

I'm not sure.

ALMA: [gasp] Be right back.

CROWD: [impressed chatter] FRANKIE: Wow! For just starting out, that's good!

ALMA: Becka! Becka! Becka!

Did you hear that? It's ah-may-zing, right?!

BECKA: [unimpressed] Yep.

ALMA: So what do you think?

BECKA: Mmm. About what?

ALMA: When can the Chacho Pepper be picked?

Tomorrow? Two days? Next week? What do you think?

BECKA: Well, It's YOUR pepper, Alma.

You can pick YOUR pepper whenever YOU want to.

ALMA: Huh? Why is Becka mad?

It must have something to do with the Chacho Pepper, but what?

I gotta think about this.

BECKA: Aww, who's a good boy? You are, Chacho Pepper.

ALMA/BECKA: [laughs]

ALMA: Becka was really excited about the Chacho Pepper.

She's the one who taught me how to grow it...

CROWD: Oooooh... Aaaaah...

ALMA: I wonder what's up with Becka?

ALMA: And everyone LOVES the Chacho Pepper...

except for her.

ALMA: And I took really good care of it.

Until finally...

TADA! Alma's Amazing Chacho Pepper!

CROWD: [chanting] Alma! Alma! Alma!

ALMA: Ohh, I see what I did there.

Oof, I know what to do.

I've gotta talk to Becka.

ALMA: Becka, I'm sorry.

I should have told everyone that BOTH of us grew the Chacho Pepper.

It just felt so good when everyone was cheering for me.

BECKA: Yeah,

it kind of bugged me that you were getting all the credit.

BECKA: I mean I thought we were a gardening team.

ALMA: We are! And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it.

BECKA: Aww. Thanks, Alma.

[camera clicks] RAFIA /ANDREÉ: [giggles]

FRANKIE: Alma! What's the good word?

When's your Chacho Pepper going to be ready for its big debut?

ALMA: Let's ask Becka. It's OUR pepper!

And everything I know about gardening I learned from her.

BECKA: Uh...

BECKA: Hmmm.... mmmm-hmmm... ahhh okay...

FRANKIE: So?? What do you think, Becka?

BECKA: Tomorrow!

CROWD: [gasps] [cheers]

BECKA: Or next week!

CROWD: [dissapointed] Aww.../ Come on/ Next Week?

BECKA: It really depends on the weather, the sun, the rain, and nature.

CROWD: Oooooh...

BECKA: When the Chacho Pepper is totally red and falls off the vine easily,

then it's ready.

CROWD: [cheers]

CHACHO: [growling]

JUNIOR: Umm, excuse me... So when is that?

BECKA: Alma and I will pick the pretty puppy pepper

when it's positively ready to be picked.

ALMA: Say that three times fast.

CROWD: [jumbled up] Pick the pretty puppy pepper

when it's positively ready to be picked. [laughs]

ALMA/BECKA: [laughs]

[subway rumbles by] [traffic noise]

[crowd mumbling]

FRANKIE: What's good, my Bronx peeps?! CROWD MEMBER: Woo!

FRANKIE: It's great to see you all! Hola, Mamá.

DOÑA CARMEN: [blows kiss]

FRANKIE: It's my honor today to welcome to the wall of Famous Faces...

BECKA: Becka's...

ALMA: and Alma's...

ALMA/BECKA: Amazing Chacho Pepper!!

[clapping]

CROWD: Oooooh...

CHACHO: [barks]

MAMI: Can you believe our girls?

MS.B: Yeah, girls!

[camera click]

CHACHO: [growls]

ALMA/BECKA: [gasp]

CROWD: [gasp]

CHACHO: [chewing]

ALMA: Chacho!!

ALMA /BECKA: [laughing]

BECKA: Time to grow more peppers!

ALMA: Yep!

JUNIOR: Hey, doesn't this cookie look like Chacho?

CHACHO: [growling]

CROWD: Oooooh...

ANDREÉ/RAFIA: A Chacho Cookie?!

PAPI/FRANKIE: Chacho!

CHACHO: [bark]

ALMA: Don't even think about it, Chacho. [laughs]

[music fades]

[♪♪♪]

ALMA: "“The Alma Train"”

[cars honking] [subway rumbles by]

♪♪♪

ALMA: Pappiiiii!!!

ALMA: ¿Listo, Papi?

PAPI: Ready! Just let me finish my breakfast and we'll be on our way for...

ALMA/PAPI:Alma-Papi Day!

GLORIA: Almita! Are you excited to go to the art museum?

ALMA: Sooo excited!

ALMA: I've got this, so I can draw the paintings.

NESTOR: My niece, the artist!

You know she gets her talent from me, right?

GLORIA/MAMI: [laughs]

GLORIA: Nestor!

[phone rings] [phone vibrating]

PAPI: Hello? Rubén to the rescue!

PAPI: She ate the whole bag?

Double chocolate chip? I'd better examine her...

Uh, Meet you at the clinic. Okay... Chau.

PAPI: Ay Almita, Lo siento mucho.

PAPI: Mrs. Zimmerman's dog ate something that could make her sick.

I have to go check her out.

ALMA: But... What about Alma-Papi Day?

PAPI: Hm... How 'bout we go to the museum tomorrow?

ALMA: Oookay. I hope Mrs. Zimmerman's dog feels better.

PAPI: [kisses] Gracias, Almita.

MAMI: Mi amor... your breakfast!

PAPI: [with a full mouth] Hm, i¡Hasta luego!

MAMI/ALMA: i¡Chau mi amor! /Bye, Papi.

ALMA: Now what am I going to do today?

MAMI: You can come to the dentist!

We'll hang out in the waiting room while Junior gets his teeth cleaned.

GLORIA: Nuh uh!

No way this girl's gonna spend her Saturday in a dentist's office.

How '‘bout you spend it with me? We can do anything you want!

ALMA: Really?!

NESTOR: Pero, mi amor, you're working this morning, no?

GLORIA: Ayy... Ay, sí.

NESTOR: Sooo, Alma!

You can spend the day with me, your favorite tío.

ALMA: Okay!

GLORIA: Pero, querido,

you have to go to your audition for the play.

NESTOR: Ahh, you're right...

It's downtown, so how about Alma and I ride the train while you're working...

GLORIA: [gasp]

And then Alma and I can hang out after I'm done.

GLORIA: i¡Wepa!

Alma-Tía Gloria Time! Oh yeah!

NESTOR: [clears throat]

GLORIA: And Uncle Nestor. [laughs] [kisses] Mwah!

MAMI: So Alma, Do you want to pack a few more things to keep you busy?

It can be a long ride.

ALMA: Sure. I'll bring lots of stuff, so I won't get bored. Be right back!

ALMA: When's the train coming, Tía Gloria?

GLORIA: Any minute now, Almita.

[traffic] [game noises]

ALMA: I hope it comes soon.

GLORIA: It will, but we just have to wait.

NESTOR: Mira, while I wait, I like to look around. Soak in the city.

NESTOR: Oi, like that box the woman's carrying...

What do you think's inside?

ALMA: Hm... maybe a birthday cake?

NESTOR: Orrr [rolls Rs]

NESTOR: [in robot voice] Maybe a dancing birthday robot?!

ALMA/GLORIA: [laughs]

NESTOR: It could be anything.

It's fun to look around and imagine things.

[subway honks] GLORIA: Here comes the train!

[subway brakes screech]

[people chatting in background]

GLORIA: Get comfortable over there!

I'll see you in thirty -eight stops!

Mwah!

NESTOR: [kisses]

ALMA: Thirty-eight stops?!

I didn't think it would be THAT many!

Uncle Nestor, how long will it take the train to stop at thirty -eight stations?

NESTOR: Well, we're going a long way.

From one part of the city to another.

From that dot allll the way to that one.

ALMA: That's a looooot of dots.

NESTOR: Yep, so I'd say... a loooong time.

What did you bring to keep busy?

ALMA: Lots of books and games.

AUTOMATED MTA ANNOUNCER: Stand clear of the closing doors, please.

GLORIA: You heard him, folks. Time for this train to go, go, gooo!

[subway door chimes]

[subway train rumbles by]

NESTOR: Me, May, Ma, Mo, Moo

NESTOR: Me, May, Ma, Mo, Moo, Aw-yaw-yaw-yaw-yaw...

NESTOR: Just warming up for my audition.

Finished your book?

ALMA: Yup. It was so funny. And I finished it just in time!

I think we're here!

ALMA: Called it! Am I good or what?

NESTOR: ¿A dónde vas, Alma?

We've still got more stops to go.

ALMA: Huh?

ALMA: But we've been riding forever!

The map has to be broken, right?

NESTOR: Looks like it's working to me.

No te preocupes. We'll be there in a jiffy.

AUTOMATED MTA ANNOUNCER: Stand clear of the closing doors, please.

GLORIA: Let's go! We're going downtown, folks!

[subway bell chimes]

NESTOR: [face stretching noises] Aw-yaw-yaw-yaw-yaw...

ALMA: [sighs]

[subway rumbles by]

ALMA: Are we there yet?

ALMA: Nope, we're not there yet.

ALMA: Maybe now?

[gasp]

Yes!

ALMA: One stop down.

Uhh... so many more to go.

AUTOMATED MTA ANNOUNCER: Stand clear of the closing doors, please.

[subway bell chimes] [chicken clucks]

ALMA: [deep sigh] Mmm... ah.

Uncle Nestor, I'm bored.

NESTOR: Done with your books?

ALMA: Mm-hmm.

NESTOR: Tablet?

ALMA: No power.

NESTOR: How about a game of I Spy?

You go first.

ALMA: Okay. Hmm... I spy with my little eye, something that is...

green!

[guitar tuning]

NESTOR: Um...

Is it her shirt?

ALMA: Nope!

NESTOR: A ver, Hmm... How about...

that woman's plant?

ALMA: Uh-uh. Try again.

NESTOR: Ah. Is it the green train line?

ALMA: You got it!

Now, I spy with my little eye, something that is... yellow.

NESTOR: Is it... the yellow lights?

ALMA: How did you guess so fast?

NESTOR: Alma, try to spy something that's not on the subway map.

You might be surprised at what you see.

[faint music coming from headphones]

GLORIA: [on the speaker system] If you're going downtown, then you're on the right train!

NESTOR: [chuckles] Like that guy!

ALMA: What guy?

GLORIA: [on the speaker system] Apologies, folks.

We have to hold here for a signal problem up ahead.

ALMA: [deep sigh]

EVERYONE: [sighs]

ALMA: [groans]

GLORIA: How's it going out here?

ALMA: Tía Gloria, this is taking FOREVER.

GLORIA: Hang in there, baby. We're half way there!

ALMA: Only half way?!

There's nothing to do on this train except... do nothing!

Uncle Nestor isn't bored. How come?

Hmmm... I gotta think about this.

ALMA: Hmm. When I had something fun to do, the ride went by fast...

But when I only watched the stops on the map, it felt like FOREVER!

ALMA: [deep sigh] Mmm... ah.

ALMA: But what else is there to do...?

NESTOR: It's fun to look around and imagine things.

ALMA: Hmm. Uncle Nestor might be right.

I could make my own fun if I just look around.

Ah, I know what to do!

[guitar music]

[chicken clucking]

[drumming]

[skateboard flips]

ALMA: Whoa! There's a lot going on.

GLORIA: [on the speaker system]Good news, folks. We're back on the move!

PASSENGERS: [small cheers]

[cars honking] [subway train rumbles by]

[skateboard flips]

ALMA: Space skater!

[chicken clucking]

ALMA: Aww!

ALMA: [gasp] Uncle Nestor! Look!

NESTOR: Never in a million years would I have guessed that!

[train brakes screech]

GLORIA: [on the speaker system]End of the line, folks. And end of my shift.

Have a great day. Gloria out!

ALMA: We're here?! That was fast.

GLORIA: [sing-song] All done with work! Ayy!

Now it's time to par-tay! Alma-Tía Gloria style!

[rap music coming from boombox]

NESTOR: Well, I'm off to my audition.

Mmmeee, mmmyyy, mmaa mmooo mooo!. Mmmeee, mmmyyy, mmaa mmmoooo mooo!

GLORIA: [kisses] Mwahh! You got this, mi amor.

ALMA: i¡Buena suerte, Uncle Nestor!

GLORIA: So, what do ya want to do? See a movie? Play in the park?

You say it and we'll do it.

ALMA: Could we ride the subway again?

GLORIA: ¿De veras? Are you sure?

Aren't you bored of it by now?

ALMA: No way! There's so many things to see and do!

GLORIA: Okayy, Let's go!

AUTOMATED MTA ANNOUNCER: Stand clear of the closing doors, please.

ALMA: [in deeper voice] Stand clear of the closing doors, please.

[subway bell chimes]

[train rumbles away] [horn blast]

[♪♪♪]