02x41 - The Gold and the Stickerful

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Kids: Weee. Woohoo. Yay!

- Go for it, Izzy!

(Landing thud)

- (Giggling)

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Garbage angel.

- Ohhh.

- EWW! Yuck!

- (Effort grunts)

Look at all this garbage.

Why can't you kids use the trashcans, like I asked?

- Um, 'cause it's way easier to just throw it on the floor.

- Sorry, Chef.

Kids make messes, adults clean 'em up.

That's the circle of life.

(Bear growls)

- Eee! I told you this would attract bears!

Didn't I say that?!

- (Shrugs) I 'unno. - We don't listen.

- Go on. Get outta here. Get!

That is it!

You kids need to start taking on more responsibility.

(All laughing)

- HA! Chef, you tell good jokes.

- I'm serious.

I think it's time to introduce my incentive program.

This is the "Good For Me" Sticker Board.

- Horrible name.

Changing firmly established negative habits

requires cognitive behavioral therapy,

not stickers.

- Not even these stickers?

All: OOOOOOH!

- Every time you finish a helpful task

you earn ONE, shiny, gold star sticker.

- WOOHOO! I won!

CHAMPION! CHAMPION! CHAMPION!

- That was just an example.

- This sticker game is total crud!

- Stickers are childish and materialistic.

Shouldn't the inner pride

of performing a good deed be reward enough?

- Way to go, Courtney! BOOM.

You're in the lead.

- WHOOOOOOOAAAAH!

- WHOOOOHOOO!

We are ALL in on this sticker thing.

NEED. THEM. STICKERS!

(Hissing, engine rumbles)

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Cody: (Humming)

(Backing up beeps)

Oooh. It smells in here.

(Water bubbles) (Dryer whirs)

(Blows) - Awwww!

(Plays a tune on the flute)

(Rats screeching)

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(Hits notes on the xylophone)

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(Vacuum whirs)

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- GAH! Too sparkly!

Can't see where I'm going! Oof!

(Thud) UGH!

This place is too clean!

- Yeah, Courtney, way to make the rest of us look lazy.

(Eating sounds)

- There's nothing left to clean.

What else can I clean?! (Panicked breaths)

Anyone else feel like there's no air in here?

- If you're finally done, do you wanna play a game

of "I'm a Donkey, You're a Donkey".

- (Gasps) - I'll take that as a no.

- (Whooshing)

- Chef, I just insulated the attic!

Surely that's worth a sticker!

- Courtney, I'm impressed!

But there's no room on the board for more stickers!

- I can make another sticker board!

That will also earn me a sticker!

(Gasps) I know! I'll just wear the stickers.

Yeah! Like a general!

- Welllll...

- Sticker me! Right here! Do it!

STICK A STICKY STICKER TO ME!

- Okay! Okay!

(Excited squeal)

(Buzzing)

- Um, seems like she's taking this a little too far.

Better keep a close eye on her.

- So, what else can I do?

- Let's see: you mowed the lawn, did the laundry,

planted flowers, reorganized my files,

tested all the fire extinguishers

- None of them worked by the way.

- I know, and they're also extremely flammable!

But there's nothing left to do.

You've done it all!

- NO! There's gotta be more stuff!

There has to be!

- If you can find it, you can do it!

(Calculator whirs)

- Chef! I just saved you $ on your taxes.

Oh, Cheeeeef?!

I just made your car super awesome.

(Honk, alarm blares)

- EEEEEE! My caaar!

- Whew. Hey Chef!

I painted the daycare!

- It looks exactly the same.

- Not the ceiling!

- (Gasps) It's... beautiful!

I might be spending the entire school budget on stickers,

but, hey, you deserve it!

- (Whistling)

- Nice bird call, Izzy. Here's a sticker.

- Yay! (Resumes whistling)

- Cody, why's your finger in your nose?

- I'm touching my parietal lobe.

- WHOA! That's part of the brain!

Good for you. Here's a sticker.

- YAAAAY!

- I paint you a masterpiece,

and you hand out stickers for whistling

and nose picking?

- You just described exactly what I did!

You get another star!

- I-I-Did you just--I can't believe you--

ARGHHHHHHHH!

(Alarm wails)

- Whoa. This girl is about to lose control.

Time to pull the reset lever.

Oh, this is bad.

- When the rules aren't fair, there ARE NO RULES!

So why work hard if I can get stickers the easy way!

(Maniacal laughter)

- GAH!

- BOOM! Chef! I finished a puzzle.

Hmm...

Hmm.

(Splat) Oh no! Clumsy Cody.

Here let me help you. (Chuckle)

(Heavenly choir music)

(Pogo stick thuds)

- WAAAH-OOF!

- (Sighs) Let me help you up, Stickers...

I mean Beth.

- Um. Whatcha doin', Courtney?

- Can't fix 'em 'til you break 'em.

- This isn't you, Courtney,

that's the stickers talking.

- I AM STICKERS!

(Hissing)

(Cover squeaking)

- Ha. Seems fine to me.

(Calming Whale sounds playing from a speaker)

(Tea drips)

(Cup clinks) (Slurps softly)

- Ahhhhh.

- Hey Chef! Your lame sticker board was a bad idea.

- Wrong. This place has never been cleaner

and my car's looking so sweet,

it's turning heads like a potters wheel.

- But Courtney's out of control,

you have to do something!

- All I'm doing is putting some teabags on my eyes,

cranking up my whale sounds and taking a nap.

- But Cheeeffff--

(Turns the whale sounds up)

Beth: It's up to us to snap Courtney out of her madness!

The only way to do it is by destroying the stickers!

- You mean, these stickers?

- (Gasps) You took them?!

- Hey, if you wear tea bags on your eyes,

people are allowed steal your stuff.

- Okay, let's go get the score board.

It's furnace time. - (All cheer)

Duncan: Fire fixes everything!

- Don't worry stickerzes,

no one will take you from me. No one...

- C'mon, guys, the furnace is this way.

- Ever notice that when Courtney has a issue

we all have to solve it?

- Oh, yeah... - I know, right?!

Just like that Izzy girl.

- You are that girl, Izzy.

Where's Izzy?

- Whaddaya mean, Beth? Ahhh!

(Flashlight thuds) Heeelp meee! Ahh!

- What is going on?!

- It's Courtney!

She's using the vents to pick us off one by one.

- Ahhhhhh!

OOF!

EEW! Why is the floor so sticky?

- (Sniff) (Gasps)

It's sticker glue!

We've entered her nest!

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- (Maniacal lighters)

I'll never let you burn my stickers! (Hisses)

(Running thuds, doors whir open)

- (Panting)

- Welcome to Frontal Lobes,

What are your brain needs today?

- Help (pants) my little girl

(pants) losing it.

(pants) Pulled reset lever, but broke.

- M'kay. That's a Serotonin H.

Aisle . - Thanks!

- This is way too dangerous for us.

Let's risk Cody.

- But if it's too dangerous, won't I get--

- Cody, there's no time to discuss!

Harold, suit him up.

- I'm a star!

Just like on the top of a Christmas tree!

♪ Jingle star, Jingle star ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

I love rock n' roll music!

- AHH! (Courtney hissing)

- Ahhh! - (Whimpers)

Why is Christmas so scary this year? Gah!

- I can't hold on much longer.

My doctor says I have weak wrists!

- C'mon, Duncan!

(Leaver cranks, flames whoosh) - BURN IT! NOW!

- (Hissing)

NOOOOOOOOO!

MYYYY...

STTTIIIICCCKKKEEEERRRRZES!

(Alarms blare) - C'mon. C'mon.

Hope this works!

- Aghhhhhhhhhh!

- Where... where am I?

What happened? - Shh. Shh.

It's okay. You're okay now.

- And we'll never let you have stickers again.

- Thanks, guys.

I'm just glad no one got hurt.

(Falling screams, landing thud) OOF!

(Pained groans)

- Hey kids!

Since Courtney saved me so much money on my taxes,

I've bought everybody SUBS!

All: (Cheering) Woohoo! Yeah!

(Chanting) SUBS! SUBS! SUBS!

- And look, for every sub I bought,

I got a gold star.

If I collect I get a free assorted inch.

♪ Ta ta ta ♪

- Give me that star, I want that star!

Gimme, gimme, give it, GIMME ME!

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