♪ 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! ♪
ALMA: "“Alma's Cat-tastrophe"”
[subway rumbles by] ♪♪♪
[traffic] [birds chirping]
PAPI: After you!
ALMA: i¡Gracias!
ALMA: Hi, Mr. Ramirez!
MR. RAMIREZ: i¡Hola, Riveras!
PAPI: i¡Buenas!
[cat meows]
PAPI: [gasp] Whoa! You got a cat customer!!
ALMA: Aww, when did you get a cat?
MR. RAMIREZ: Oh, this guy? He's not mine.
He just comes in on cold days.
[cat purrs]
ALMA/PAPI: Awwww!
MR. RAMIREZ: He's been great company while I work...
And I've been thinking about becoming...
a Cat Guy. [chuckles] Whaddaya think?
ALMA: Yeah! You should keep him!
Just look at that cute face! [cat meows]
PAPI: Well, if he doesn't belong to anyone,
have you gotten him checked out?
MR. RAMIREZ: Not yet. I'm pretty sure he's a stray.
He's always hanging outside my shop.
ALMA: What are you gonna name him?
[meow]
[happy music]
MR. RAMIREZ: Hmm, he loves to watch me practice checkers,
So, uh... how about...
Checkers!? What do you think? Checkers?
[meow]
ALMA: He likes it. i¡Hola, Checkers!
PAPI: One sec, Alma.
Let's take Checkers to my clinic first so we can make sure he's healthy.
ALMA: Okay, Papi.
MR. RAMIREZ: Ay, muchas gracias, Rubén.
PAPI: De nada.
[meow]
PAPI: Oop... These are not safe for you, eh?
If he swallowed them, he could get sick.
MR. RAMIREZ: Gracias, Rubén.
MR. RAMIREZ: Here, have a sock instead, Checkers!
[meow]
ALMA/PAPI: [laughs]
PAPI: You should come on my Animal Show, Checkers. My viewers love cats!
[Checkers meows and purrs]
ALMA: He's SO cuuute!
PAPI: Almost done, Checkers...
[suspenseful music]
PAPI: Fur looks good.
[meow]
PAPI: Teeth are good too.
[loud meow]
ALMA: And he has a really strong meow!
[beep from machine]
SAFINA: The test results are ready, Dr. Rivera.
[tablet pings]
PAPI: Thank you, I got them.
[distant phone rings]
SAFINA: I'll get that!
PAPI: Your blood work is great! You're a healthy cat, Checkers.
Mr.Ramirez takes REALLY good care of you, huh?
[purrs]
ALMA: [giggles] I think that's a yes.
[purrs]
PAPI: Well, he doesn't have a chip, so it seems like he's a stray.
A few sh*ts, then he'll be good to go.
ALMA: So does that mean Mr. Ramirez can keep him?
PAPI: Looks like it.
ALMA: Yes!
I can't wait to tell him the good news!
[busy street traffic]
[kittens mewing]
ALMA: Aww! Where'd you come from?
[silly music]
[meows]
ALMA: I want to pet you, but if you're strays, I can't.
ALMA: Sorry, kittens. Con permiso. Uh... excuse me?
[meows]
ALMA: Awww! Too cute!!!
But, I've gotta get them out of my way. Hmmm...
ALMA: You don't mind sharing a little of your food, do you, Checkers?
[Checkers purrs loudly]
ALMA: I think Checkers is happy to share.
[lid snaps off can of cat food]
[kittens meow]
ALMA: Here, kitty kitties...
[purring]
ALMA: Phew! That worked.
[doorbell rings] [sounds of cars passing]
MR. RAMIREZ: Hey, Alma! What's the news? Can I keep him?
ALMA: Yup!
ALMA: Here you go, Checkers.
[Checkers meows]
MR. RAMIREZ: Whooaaa!!!
Check me out! I'm a Cat Guy!
i¡Bienvenido, Checkers!
This is your new forever home.
[muffled meows]
MR. RAMIREZ: Huh?
ALMA: Oh, that's just the kittens.
MR. RAMIREZ: ¿Qué qué? ¿Gatitos?
[meow]
MR. RAMIREZ: Two kittens?! [chuckles]
Where'd they come from?
ALMA: They were there when I got here.
MR. RAMIREZ: THREE kittens?!
[gray kitten meows]
MR. RAMIREZ: FOUR KITTENS?!!
MR. RAMIREZ: i¡Qué bellos! They're so tiny...
ALMA: And sooo fluffy!
MR. RAMIREZ: I wouldn't want them to get cold...
Do you think they look cold?
MR. RAMIREZ: Yeah, yeah. They look cold.
ALMA: And hungry!
We should call Papi, and ask him what to do with them, yeah?
MR. RAMIREZ: Agreed!
[telephone dialing]
ALMA: Hola, Papi, there are some kittens outside Mr. Ramirez's shop,
but we don't know what to do.
PAPI: Okay, don't touch them '‘til I get there.
PAPI: i¡Rubén al Rescate!
PAPI: They all seem pretty healthy to me. Just a little hungry.
There you go, gatitos. [kittens meow]
MR. RAMIREZ: I should bring them inside my shop, no?
I-is that okay, Rubén?
PAPI: Sure, if that's okay with you.
SAFINA: Here you go, Mr. Ramirez.
MR. RAMIREZ: Thanks!
SAFINA: Bye, everyone!
PAPI/MR. RAMIREZ: Thank you, Safina. ALMA:See ya!
MR. RAMIREZ: Checkers!
I've got some furry friends for you.
[grouchy meow]
MR. RAMIREZ: [chuckles]
This is going to be their forever home too!
ALMA: I think you mean purrrrrrr-ever home.
MR. RAMIREZ: Ah-ha-ha, i¡sí!
PAPI: Are you sure you want to keep ALL of them?
Four kittens and a cat can be a lot of work.
MR. RAMIREZ: Absolutely. Just look at them.
They love it here. And besides... I'm a Cat Guy!
PAPI: Well then... felicidades, Cat Guy!
Time for me to get back to work.
ALMA: Can I stay and play with the kittens, Papi?
PAPI: As long as it's okay with Mr. Ramirez, eh?
MR. RAMIREZ: i¡Claro que sí! I need all the help I can get.
ALMA: Sa-weet! I always wanted to be a kitty -sitter.
PAPI: i¡Hasta pronto!
ALMA: Bye! MR. RAMIREZ:Bye-bye, Rubén!
[kitten meows]
MR. RAMIREZ: Okay, gatito.
[meows]
MR. RAMIREZ: I've gotta get back to work...
[meowing]
ALMA: You're right, kitty! It's time for a tour!
ALMA: That's the front of the store.
And that's the back of the store.
Any questions?
[playful music]
[meows and purring]
ALMA: All right, kittens! You can go back to being cute!
ALMA: Wow, you're great climbers...
ALMA: [gasp]
[shoes tumble onto the floor] [meowing]
MR. RAMIREZ: Ay! [chuckles] And very sneaky.
MR. RAMIREZ: Con permiso. I've got a shoe to fix.
[purrs]
[loud kitten meows]
MR. RAMIREZ: Whoa! How'd you do that?
ALMA: I gotcha...
ALMA: [gasp] Heyyy! Come back here, kittens!
ALMA: Phew! Kitty-sitting is tiring!
[meows]
[meowing]
ALMA: Oof... I can't believe I'm saying this but...
I think this is way, way, waaaay too many cats.
MR. RAMIREZ: Ohh my...
[loud kitten meows]
ALMA: Are you sure you want to take care of ALL them?
MR. RAMIREZ: Hmmm...
I said I would... And they're so adorable.
[more shoes drop to the floor]
MR. RAMIREZ: [gasp]
MR. RAMIREZ: But... it's hard to work with them here.
I don't think I can keep them all.
[meow]
[more shoes hit the floor]
MR. RAMIREZ: i¡Ayyy... gatitos!
ALMA: I wonder if there's something I can do
to help Mr. Ramirez and the cats?
I gotta think about this...
MR. RAMIREZ: He's been great company while I work...
ALMA: Hmmm... Mr. Ramirez loves having Checkers in his shop...
ALMA: But Checkers and four kittens...
Eesh. That's too many for this small shop.
PAPI: [laughing] You should come on my Animal Show, Checkers.
My viewers love cats!
ALMA: Ah-ha! That's it! I know what to do!
[kitten meows]
ALMA: Mr. Ramirez, I think I know what we can do with the kittens!
MR. RAMIREZ: What do you have in mind, Alma?
ALMA: We're gonna find purrr-ever homes for these kittens!
MR. RAMIREZ: i¡Buena idea, Alma!...
But how are we going to find homes for all these kittens?
ALMA: Can you call my Papi again?
MR. RAMIREZ: Ahh, sí... I think I know where you're going with this.
[telephone dialing]
ALMA: ¿Papi? How'd you like to have the cutest kittens in the Bronx
on your Animal Show?
[traffic]
PAPI: --! [beep] And we're LIVE!
ALMA: Hello Bronx! We've got four adorable kittens
looking for their forever homes!
MR. RAMIREZ: This one's a little shy, but he's a BIG cuddler.
[purrs]
[Women giggle]
ALMA: This one's got tons of energy and could play ALL day!
ALMA: This kitty loves playing tag - and hiding in sneakers!
MR. RAMIREZ: And this little guy loves company,
and would do well in a house with other cats.
[kitten meows]
ALMA: They're so tiny.
MR. RAMIREZ: And sooo fluffy...
ALMA/MR. RAMIREZ: And way way way ADORABLE!!
PAPI: And each kitten comes with their sh*ts
and a clean health report.
ALMA: So call the Animal Clinic if you want a kitty!
MR. RAMIREZ: And help us give these cute kittens new forever homes!
[beep]
PAPI: That's a wrap!
[phones start to ring]
[loud knock on window]
ALMA/MR. RAMIREZ: [gasp]
ALMA: I think they're all here for the kittens!
PAPI: I guess they're cat people, just like you.
MR. RAMIREZ: That's me!
I love being a Cat Guy! [chuckles]
[phones keep ringing]
ALMA: These little guys are gonna get great purrr-ever homes!
But I think we're gonna need more kittens!
[crowd commotion]
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪]
ALMA: "“Stickball"”
PAPI: It's a good day for a game, eh?
MAMI: Mm-hmm.
PAPI: Ahh. Que día tan chévere.
ABUELO: [stretching]
ALMA: A stick, and a ball. That's all the grown-ups need to play...
MAMI: STICKBALL!!!
Who's ready to play some stickball?!
[cheering]
MAMI: You know, Alma, when I was your age,
I was the only kid who could hit the ball past two manhole covers.
ALMA: Wow!
Mami is the best stickball player in the Bronx.
MAMI: I don't mean to brag,
but I'm the best stickball player in the Bronx.
[car honks]
PAPI: Gracias, Almita... This old broom will make a great bat!
[Scraping]
PAPI: Time to decide on the rules, Lulú.
ALMA: Wait, aren't there rules already?
MAMI: Well, since we're playing on a new street today,
we've got to decide where the bases will be.
PAPI: And since every street is different, the rules change every time.
ALMA: Ohh, that makes sense!
PAPI: Almita, will you mark the bases for us?
ALMA: i¡Lista!
PAPI: Let's say home base is right here.
ALMA: One home base -- coming up!
PAPI: First base can be.. that hydrant.
MAMI: Nope. The lamp post is first base.
PAPI: No. Hydrant.
MAMI: Lamp post.
PAPI: Hydrant.
MAMI: Lamp post.
PAPI: Hydrant.
MAMI: Lamp post.
PAPI: Fine.
MAMI: Mwah.
ALMA: [breath] Whew!
MAMI: Second base is the manhole.
PAPI: Mm-hmm.
MAMI: And third, is that bucket.
PAPI: Mm-hmm, okay!
MAMI: Okay, now for the home run rules...
PAPI: Okay. It's a home run if you can hit the ball
past that street sign for the boulevard.
MAMI: Sounds good. Let's keep it interesting and say:
You have to hit the ball in the air?
PAPI: Nah. On a bounce.
MAMI: Air?
PAPI: Bounce.
MAMI: Air!
PAPI: Bounce.
MAMI: Air?!
PAPI: Bounce!
MAMI: Okay, okay, está bien. Bounce.
MAMI/PAPI: [giggle]
PAPI: Gracias, amorcito.
MAMI: I love arguing over the rules!
[blows kiss] Te quiero, Rubén.
But my team is gonna win!!
PAPI: [laughs] May the best team win.
And, that's US. Woot, woot!
NEA and MR. RAMIREZ: Woot, woot!
NEA: You know who it is!
[claps]
MAMI: PLAAY BALL!
GLORIA: Let's go! ABUELO: i¡Vamos!
ALMA: Vamos, Mami's team! Go, go, go!
PAPI: [chuckles] ¿Y yo qué? What about my team? Huh?
ALMA: Oh! Uh, whoops! Go Papi's team too!
GLORIA: Show us what you got, sis!
MAMI: I'm dedicating this home run to you, baby!
MAMI: [grunt]
GLORIA: Woohoo! ABUELO: i¡Wepa!
ALMA: [gasp]
ALMA: It went past the street sign! That's a...
MAMI: HOME RUN!
[stick clatters on the ground]
GLORIA: Go! That's ma, sis! You better go, sis, go!
ABUELO: i¡Corre! Bravo! ALMA: Go, Mami!!!
[crowd clapping]
MAMI: [blows kiss] i¡Hola, Rubén!
PAPI: [chuckles] Hi, Lulú.
[Crowd clapping] ALMA: Oh yeah!
Mami you were ah-may-zing!
You were all Mami, you were like--
[Imitates hitting ball and crowd cheers]
MAMI: '‘Ey, [chuckles] Nice swing, Almita!
Maybe you should get your friends together and play with us?
ALMA: [gasp] For real, Mami?!
MAMI: For real-real! Go round '‘em up!
ALMA: Okay!
ALMA: My friends are gonna love playing stickball.
HOWARD: [stretching] Ahh... Yes, let's go.
RAFIA: Whenever you're ready, Howard.
HOWARD: Hmm... mmm.
[grunts]
I'm still stretching, Rafia.
ALMA: I've got news!
RAFIA: Hi ,Alma! ANDREÉ:What's up!?
HOWARD: Hold on, Alma. Howard's at bat!
HOWARD: Hm-mm. [humming]
[effort]
ANDREÉ: Swing, batta -batta -battah...
sa-wing battah!
HOWARD: [effort] Yes!
ALMA/ANDREÉ: Woo!
ALMA: Go, Howard! Go!
[Andre claps]
HOWARD: Safe! Let me hear ya yell; 'How-ard!'
HOWARD: I SAID, let me hear ya, yell:
'HOW-ARD!!'
ALMA/RAFIA/ANDREÉ: How-ard!
HOWARD: A little louder for the fans in the up-high seats!
ALMA/RAFIA/ANDREÉ: HOOOOW-AAAARD!
HOWARD: Ah, there's nothing like playing outside,
running the bases and hearing the fans cheer.
[All laugh]
ALMA: THAT'S Howard!
HOWARD: Man, I really love baseball.
ANDREÉ: So what's the news, Alma?
ALMA: My Mami asked US to play stickball with the grown-ups. Who's in?
RAFIA: Sure! I'm the WORLD'S GREATEST STICKBALL PLAYER...
I mean, I've never played. But I'm usually great at everything.
ANDREÉ: I haven't played either. But, I'll give it a sh*t.
ALMA: So, whaddya say, Howard?
HOWARD: Hmm...
What kind of stick are we talking about? A branch? A twig?
Will the stick give me splinters? I don't like splinters.
ALMA: [shivers] NOBODY likes splinters.
ALMA: This is it. See, no splinters!
HOWARD: That looks like an old broom.
ALMA: It is! I mean, it WAS.
HOWARD: Can't we play with my baseball bat?
It's made just for hitting balls.
ALMA: But, Howard, in stickball, the stick IS the bat.
ANDREÉ: I'm good with trying it.
RAFIA: Yeah me too. C'mon, Howard!
HOWARD: I'm still thinking.
ANDREÉ: What are the rules, Alma?
ALMA: We make them up.
HOWARD: Whoa, whoa, whoa, and WHOA! There are NO rules?!
How can you play a game when the rules are different all the time?
RAFIA: Actually, that sounds fun.
ANDREÉ: Where do you play stickball?
ALMA: Well, we can practice here. But you play it in the street.
HOWARD: Seriously?! In the street?!!!
Alma, you know my mom doesn't let me play in the street.
HOWARD: Okay, let me get this straight...
You play with a broom. There are no real rules.
And you play in the street?!
ALMA: Exactly! Are you in?!
HOWARD: No thank you!!! Howard is out!
[ball bounces]
ALMA: I don't get it. Howard would love stickball!
But, why doesn't he want to play?
I gotta think about this...
HOWARD: Man, I really love baseball.
ALMA: He really does! So I was sure Howard would love stickball too.
MAMI: [effort]
GLORIA: Woohoo! ABUELO: i¡Wepa!
MAMI: HOME RUN!
GLORIA: Go! That's ma, sis! You better go, sis, go!
ALMA: I mean, stickball is a lot like baseball,
so why wouldn't he want to play?
HOWARD: You play with a broom. There are no real rules.
And you play in the STREET?!
ALMA: Ohhh! I didn't tell him
everything he might like about stickball.
[gasp] I know what to do.
[bounces ball]
ALMA: Hey, Howard, I didn't explain the game very well to you.
Can I try again?
HOWARD: [hesitating] Okaaaay.
ALMA: Stickball is a lot like baseball.
HOWARD: Uh, no it's not. In baseball you have rules and a bat and bases!
ALMA: Stickball has all of that.
Some of the rules can change, like where the bases are.
'‘Cause every street's a little different.
HOWARD: But my mom says playing in the street is not safe.
ALMA: She's right. But with stickball, the street is closed.
There are no cars and lots of adults are watching.
HOWARD: But what about my bat? Why can't I play with that?
ALMA: In stickball, the stick IS the bat.
ALMA: There's nothing like playing stickball outside, running the bases
and hearing the fans cheer, right?!
HOWARD: That does sound like fun.
ALMA: So, will you play?
HOWARD: Hmm... Well.... Umm...
I'm in!
ALMA: [gasps] Great!!!
RAFIA: Yayyy! ANDREÉ: Yess!
ALMA: Let's do a practice game before we play against the grown -ups.
ALMA: Let's make things interesting
and decide whether we hit on a bounce or in the air.
HOWARD: Okay.
ALMA: You gotta argue with me to make the rules.
Soo, bounce?
HOWARD: Sounds good to me.
RAFIA/ANDREÉ: How-ard!
ALMA: We gotta ARGUE. For fun!
HOWARD: I don't feel like arguing.
Actually, I'm feeling very agreeable today.
ANDREÉ/RAFIA: [laughs] HOW -ARD!
HOWARD: Fine fine... In the air!
RAFIA: On the bounce!
HOWARD: In the air!
RAFIA: Bounce!
HOWARD: Air!
RAFIA: Bounce!
HOWARD: AIR!
RAFIA: BOUNCE!
HOWARD: Bounce it is!
ALMA: That's what I'm talking about!
ALMA: Play ball!
[crowd murmur]
ALMA: Yeah!! ANDREÉ: Oh yeah!! Woohoo! RAFIA: Go, Howard!
[crowd clapping]
MAMI: Show us what ya got, Howard!
HOWARD: [effort]
[Everyone cheering and clapping]
GLORIA: [effort]
PAPI/ABUELO: [effort] /Howard, Howard, Howard!!
ALMA: Safe!
HOWARD: Let me hear ya yell, '‘How-aaaard!'
ALMA/ANDREÉ/RAFIA: How -aaaarrrd!
MAMI/PAPI/ABUELO/GLORIA: How -aaaarrrd!
ANDREÉ/RAFIA: Swing battah -battah-bbattah! Sa-wing battah!
HOWARD: Bring me hoooome, Alma!
ANDREÉ/RAFIA: Yeahh!
ALMA/RAFIA: [gasp]
ALMA: It's a home run!
EVERYONE: [chanting] ALMA! ALMA! ALMA!
[Everyone chanting] ALMA! ALMA! ALMA!
[Whole crowd cheering]
MAMI: That's my girl!
[Crowd Cheers] Yeah, yeah! Go, Ho -warddd!!!
ALMA: I don't mean to brag...
but I might be the best stickball player in the Bronx...
Well... after my Mami.
ALMA: Go, Rafia! NEA: i¡Wepa! ANDREÉ : Yeah!!
PAPI: Very good!
[Crowd cheering]
[subway rumbles by overhead]
[♪♪♪]
01x35 - Alma's Cat-tastrophe/Stickball!
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The show is set in The Bronx, New York and revolves around Alma, a six-year-old Puerto Rican girl, as she ventures out into her Latino neighborhood to demonstrate decision making and social awareness skills.
The show is set in The Bronx, New York and revolves around Alma, a six-year-old Puerto Rican girl, as she ventures out into her Latino neighborhood to demonstrate decision making and social awareness skills.