02x01 - Mom's Night Out/Polie Pox/Da Plane! Da Plane!

[bunniefuu]

[RATTLING]

SINGER: Way up high
In the Rolie Polie sky

Is a little round planet
Of a really nice guy

[UP-TEMPO b*at]

SINGER: He's Rolie Polie Olie

He's small and smart
And round

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

Howdy

Howdy

Hooray

Hooray

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

He's Rolie Polie Olie

He's small and smart
And round

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

Howdy

Howdy

Hooray

Hooray

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid

The swellest kid around

Whee!

There you are!

I'm a later tater.

[UNZIPPING]

Huh?

Bowlie!

-[TOY SQUEAKING]
-[ZOWIE LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

Have you seen Bowlie, Zowie?

Uh-uh, Mommy.

Bowlie? [INHALES DEEPLY]

[WHISTLES]

[BARKING]

Into the bag with you.
I'm going to be late.

[BARKS]

Got to run. Come on, Zowie.

Out back with Dad and Olie.

[BARKS]

[GIGGLING]

Spot go Bowlies. Spot bowl.

[GIGGLING]

No, Spot. You stay here. Okeydokey?

Me bowl Spot.

[BARKS]

Zowie bowl Spot.

[WHIMPERS]

[SPUTTERING]

[PANTING]

[SIZZLING]

[BARKS]

[BARKING EXCITEDLY]

Spot.

You got to wait
till the burgers are done, boy.

[INHALING]

Mm-mm.

They'll be ready in a jiffy.

[INHALING]

Mm-mm!

ZOWIE: Grillie! Grillie!

Got to skedaddle to my bowling game.

Have fun.

[DRUMROLL]

Upsie-daisy.

[GASPS]

[LAUGHING]

Bravo!

Well, upsie-daisy.

Ooh.

Woopsie-daisy.

[CHUCKLES] Guess I woopsied
when I should have daisied.

Well, looks like everything's
under control here.

Yeah, we're having barbecue, dad-style.

Barbecue dad-style, huh?

Yep, we're going to be a team.

No mess?

No mess. We promise.

All righty then.

I'm off.

[KISSING]

I'm a later tater.

-Good luck!
-Good luck!

Bye-bye.

[CLANKING]

[BARKS]

[GULPING]

[SIZZLES]

[WHIMPERS]

-[WHISTLES] Good catch, Grillie!
-ZOWIE: Yay!

All right, team, burger time.

[PANTING]

[ALL CHEERING]

[BARKS]

[SLURPING]

We did it. And no mess.

Mm-mm.

That hit the spot.

[BARKS]

[CHUCKLES]

Sorry, boy. Didn't mean you.

[WHIMPERS]

[BURPS]

ZOWIE: Me want dessert.

Dessert! We forgot dessert.

You're absolutely right.

We forgot dessert.

We're out of Rolie-Polie ice cream.

We're out of Polie pie.

Fresh out of tutti-frutti pops,
chocolate-covered wrenches.

Golly, we're even out
of Lugnut butter and jelly.

Well, what do you say
we make ourselves a cake?

[CHEERING]

Make a cake. Make cake.

What kind?

Let's have a look.

Well, how about mom's
ten-layer skyscraper cake?

You think we can?

You betcha, Olie, old boy.

We're a team.

[LOUD CLANKING]

Team! Team! Team!

Cake! Cake! Cake!

Layer number one, be ready in a wink.

Let's get the next layer started.

Next layer, coming up.

More, more, more, more, more.

OLIE: Layer 17, coming up.

My, oh, my.

Guess we got carried away.

[CHUCKLING]

What a dandy-looking 17-layer
skyscraper cake.

Let's have a taste.

Wait, Dad. Icing.

Righty-o.

Icin'. Icin'.

Well, what should we put in the icing?

Everything!

Everything?!

ZOWIE: Everything!

[GIGGLING]

[WHISTLING]

DAD: All righty, here comes the icing.

Stand back.

Whoa, easy now!

Whoo-hoo! Easy, I said.

DAD: Whoa, that's quite a beaut.

-You bet.
-[HORN HONKS]

Oh.

[BARKS]

Mom's home!

Mommy! Mommy!

Wait till she sees our cake.

Yummy mess.

Wait till she sees our mess.

Uh-oh.

We promised no mess.

Okay, team, cleanup time!

[VACUUM WHIRS LOUDLY]

Howdy, I'm home.

Oh, my!

[LAUGHING]

Well, looks like you were
a big winner tonight.

MOM: We had a humdinger of a game.

Golly, that's some cake.

We baked your ten-layer skyscraper cake

only we made 17 layers.

You're just in time for a taste.

Jumpin' June bugs!

It sure doesn't look like
my ten-layer cake.

Well, it's a little bit of yours

and a little bit of Zowie's

and mine and Dad's and Spot's, too.

We were a team.

Team! Team! Team!

The no-mess team.

The kitchen looks cleaner
than when I left.

Oh, uh... you betcha.

[BALL ROLLS]

[BARKING]

Oh!

[PINS TUMBLING]

Oh.

Well, that certainly takes the cake.

ZOWIE: Yum, yum, yum.

[ZOWIE GIGGLING]

[SIGHS]

Hmm-mmm.

Mmm!

[BELL RINGING]

Hmm?

Oh.

[SIGHS]

[ALL SIGHING]

Me lonely.

Want to play with Olie.

[YAWNS]

[WHIMPERS]

Aw, not another Polie pox.

[WHIMPERING]

[LAUGHS]

Thanks, boy.

Polie pox are no fun.

Ah... Ooh... Eh...

Ah... Ooh... Aah... Ooh...

Ah...

[RELIEVED SIGH]

Aah... Ooh... Ah...

Try not to scratch, Olie.

But it really itches, Dad.

I know, son.

But the one good thing about Polie pox

is once you get them,

you can't ever get them again.

Try to keep your mind off them

'cause the more you scratch,
the worse Polie pox gets.

[SIGHS]

I will not scratch.

I will not scratch.

Grr! I will not scratch!

[GRUNTING]

[CURIOUS BARK]

[WHIMPERING]

ZOWIE: Olie, Olie, Olie, Olie, Olie!

Play, Olie, play.

You're not supposed to be in here, Zowie.

I got the Polie pox
and you could catch them.

Polka spots. Polka spots.

Ooh, aah, ooh.

[LAUGHS]

Zowie, you need to leave
Olie alone till he gets better.

You don't want to catch the Polie pox.

Me want pokey pox.

[OLIE AND MOM LAUGHING]

Run downstairs, sweetie.

I tried to explain it to her.

I'm tired of being in bed.

I'm tired of being sick.

And I'm tired of itching.

Well, this icky anti-itch ointment

ought to help with the itchies.

[SNIFFS]

[COUGHS]

Better?

Uh-huh.

A lot un-itchier.

I feel so good, I could go outside.

Oh, nokeydokey.

Not till those
spots are gone.

[SIGHS]

Nuts and noodle soup,
fizzy-izzy pop.

Ooh, almost forgot.

Rolie-polie ice cream.

ZOWIE: Ice cream. Ice cream. Yum!

MOM: No, Zowie.

That ice cream is for Olie
on account of his Polie pox.

Me want ice cream.

Ice cream in beddy.

No, Zowie.

You don't need to eat lunch in bed.

You're not sick.

Here you go.

Me want ice cream in beddy.

MOM: Eat up, Zowie.

Mom's got to get some things for Olie.

Hmm!

Wow! Nuts and noodle soup,
fizzy-izzy pop and ice cream.

Thanks.

Me want ice cream.

Me want polka spots.

Polie pox aren't something you wish for.

You got to spend all day
in bed by yourself

and you itch oodles.

Zowie?

Why don't you go and watch Telly?

Okeydokey.

[SIGHS]

What's with the gloomy gus?

I wish I could watch Telly.

It's almost time for the Space Boy show.

It's no fun being sick.

You'll be better soon

and remember...

I know. Try not to scratch.

[GIGGLES]

[RHYTHMIC b*ating]

Huh?

Me want to watch Telly.

Me want ice cream.

Me want polka spots.

Me want Olie.

[SIGHS]

Oh!

MAN: Space Boy and Space Dog!

[LAUGHING]

Ooh, my.

Me got polka spots.

Me get ice cream?

You have been kind
of left out, haven't you, Zowie?

Tell you what.

Ice cream coming right up.

ZOWIE: Yay!

[WHISTLING]

Oh, no.

It's a Polie pox parade, dear.

Oh.

Maybe we best parade
right on upstairs to tubby.

Tubby! Wash, wash, wash!

[CLANGING]

What's going on?

It's a Polie pox parade.

Polka spots.

Seems like Olie's not the only one

with Polie pox around here.

[LAUGHS]

[LAUGHING]

MOM: Okeydokey, Zowie.

Time for some extra-special
anti-itch ointment.

OLIE: Mom, Dad, come look!

Just a minute, Olie.

We have to take care of Zowie's Polie pox.

Huh?

Polka 'pots!

Golly, looks like Zowie's got herself

a real case of Polie pox.

See? They're gone, Mom.

Well, well.

You're perfectly Poxless.

Now can I go out and play with Zowie?

Polka pots.

I'm afraid Zowie's not
going anywhere for a while.

Any chance our little Zowie pox
might like some ice cream?

Yay!

[TOYS BEEPING AND SQUEAKING]

Okeydokey, Zowie.

Now you got everything.

Me got ice cream

Me got polka spots

Me got Olie

[GROANS]

And the itching, too.

[ALL LAUGHING]

[DAD GRUNTING]

Tighter.

Any tighter, dear

I'm afraid she'll pop.

Perfect fit.

[SIGHS]

I need a hat to go with this

and I'm ready to go.

We haven't been out dancing
in so long.

I want to look just right.

[WHISTLING]

[WHIRRING]

Well, that should do it.

MOM: How about this hat, hon?

Ugh!

[LAUGHS]

Not exactly snappy, Sweetums.

MOM: Okeydokey.

Oh, I'll just be one second.

So what are we going to do
when Mom and Dad are out?

Play! Play!

Yeah.

Well, uh, uh, uh...

Let's do something fun.

Yeah!

How about...?

How about, uh...?

[SNORING]

PAPPY: Hey!

Paper airplanes.

CHILDREN: "Paper airplanes"?

[LAUGHS]

Uh, you betcha.

Why, I'll bet we can make

the fastest, flyingest
paper airplanes

in the whole round world.

-Wow!
-Yay!

-We can race 'em.
-And make 'em do tricks.

You bet.

[ALL MAKING ENGINE SOUNDS]

The Rolie-Polie...

And Billy Bevel...

BOTH: Indoor air show!

Zoom, zoom.

Me airplane.

OLIE: Pappy always comes up
with great ideas.

[LAUGHS]

I'm making the red-winged Roliator,

king of the barrel roll.

The Billy Bevel box plane

is going to fly straight as an arrow.

Well, this one's just Pappy's
plain old plain paper airplane.

An oldie but goodie.

Zowie make airplane.

Zoom, zoom, zoom!

Is everybody ready to fly?

Check.

Check.

Check.

Say, where's Zowie?

ZOWIE: Zoom, zoom.

Me fly. Me fly.

Nokeydokey, Zowie.

Airplanes have to have wings and things.

Well, I reckon paper airplanes
come in all shapes and sizes.

So now, what do we do, Pappy?

Now, the first plane down the stairs

and out the front door
without touching the ground

is the indoor air show flying ace.

Pilots...

prepare for takeoff!

Three, two, one...

go!

ZOWIE:
Zoom! Zoom!

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

Yee-ha!

ZOWIE: Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

Has anyone seen my... Whoa, Nellie!

Whoa!

-Excuse me.
-Pardon me.

Got a plane to catch.

Boy, oh, boy.

Look at them go.

ALL: Ooh.

Ahh.

Wow!

-Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!
-Whoa!

Hmm?

[WHIMPERING]

These Cufflinks sure are tricky.

Oh, not this old bag of bolts.

Oh, this isn't mine.

[GASPING] Ooh!

[GASPS]

Wow! Ooh!

That was a close shave.

[ALARM RINGING]

OLIE: Wow!

Come on, Roliator!

Front door!

Wow!

[PLANE SPUTTERING]

Oh, no. Out of fuel.

[LEAF BLOWER BLOWING]

Whew!

I must have had a loose bolt
when I bought this.

Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

-[GASPS]
-[TRAIN WHISTLING]

Ah-ha!

Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

[SCREAMS]

Come on, Olie!

[PAPPY LAUGHING]

OLIE: Oh, no.

They missed
the doorway again.

[TINKLING]

[ELECTRONIC BEEPS]

[GASPS]

[SCREAMS] They're headed
to the finish line!

[ALL GASP]

BILLY: Golly. Who won?

Well, nobody made it to the front door,

so it looks like nobody won.

Oh, well.

We'll just have to race them again.

Yeah.

Whoo-ooh-ooh-whoo!

Got to go.

MOM: But I've got no chapeau.

DAD: Oh...

I hate to go out
on the town without a hat.

We're gonna be later tater
if we don't get going.

-[GASPS]
-Oh, dear.

Hey, nice lid, honey.

Smart.

Stylish.

Absolutely stunning.

[GIGGLING]

Pretty plane.

Pretty hat.

MOM: It's a lovely
hat-plane, Zowie.

May I wear it
this evening?

Okeydokey, Mommy.

Thanks, sweetie.

Shall we?

MOM: Yes, sirree, bob.

Have fun with your air show, kids.

Well, how about that.

Zowie's the winner.

Her plane made it
to the front door.

Me win! Me win!

Oh, dear! It's a little windy out.

-Honey?!
-Whoa!

Whoa!

MOM: This is fun!

DAD: Gee, Sweetums.

You sure are light on your feet tonight.

[BOTH GIGGLING]