07x20 - Doug: Beebe Goes Broke

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Hey! Hey! [screams]

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Huh? Huh? [screams]

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[Doug] Dear, Journal,
for as long as anyone can remember,

the Bluffs have been
the richest family in town.

Hi, Beebe!

Hi, mommy! Hi, daddy!

Practically everything in town
is named after the Bluffs.

Bluffco Industries, the Beebe school.

In fact, the whole town.

The Bluffs' driveway is so long
it has a tollbooth on it.

They have a different limousine
for every day of the week,

and even their chauffeur has a chauffeur.

In fact, we were all so used
to the Bluffs being rich

that we couldn't believe it
the day Beebe went broke.

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[Doug] Come on, sink!

Come on, sink already!

-[electronic fanfare]
-All right!

You sank the iceberg and saved the ship.

Doug is the king of the world.

Such games of destruction,

you Bluffingtonians are enjoying.

Hey, Fentruck, you want to try?

I drool at your kind offer.

However, I cannot afford myself
this expense of frivolity.

It's only 50 cents, man.

Oh, but 50 cents to me

is now a sum of great bigness.

Have you not heard the terrible news
from my homeland?

[newsanchor] And in Yakistonia today,

a nation reels
in the aftermath of tragedy.

Powerful winds have struck this tiny land
in the heart of, uh--

Somewhere very far away
and difficult to pronounce.

The storms have destroyed
Yakistonia's staple crop,

a sweet tiny fruit
called a "snooz graffle."

Oh, Fentruck, this is awful.

Yes, my homeland has gone down the tubas.

Now, everyone is without money,
and my parents as well.

They cannot afford to keep me
here in Bluffington.

If I do not make some money,
I must be going to home.

That's terrible, man.

So, what's with the cart?

It is for making hay
while the sun's still shining.

Ah, must get to work.

-Wow.
-Oh, man.

My parents mailed to me a huge crate

of snooz graffles before the storm hit.

I shall be making of money
in no time squat.

You know, Fentruck, people here
aren't really used to snooz graffles

being something they would, well, eat.

Oh, push-mush.
Snooz graffles are mostly very yummy.

You shall be seeing.

Oh! Incoming!

Whoo! Hoo!

Please to be excusing me.

You perhaps should be liking
a snooz graffle fritter?

-Ooh, gross!
-Yecch!

Look, Fentruck,
you'll never make any money

selling those things.

What if we all loaned you the money?

How much do you need?

Approximately $18,423.37.

[all] Snooz graffle, right here!

[all shouting]

Mm, these snooz graffles are good.

Sweet, but tangy, with a hint of hazelnut.

But Fentruck's
never gonna sell enough of them.

And the only people we know
rich enough to help

are Beebe and Roger.

Hmm, do you think they might want to help?

Beebe might want to help.

Hey, look!

Ciao, Beebe. See you next week, eh?

Bye-bye, Paolo.

[Doug] Beebe!

Hey, Doug. Hey, Skeeter. Hey, Patti.

[all] Hey, Beebe.

What are you guys doing here?
You can't afford this store.

Wallace, meet me out front with the car.

Beebe, could we ask you for a favor?

OK, but first I want to invite you all

to my big party at the junior daughters

of the family mothers and fathers,

and, Skeeter, I want you to be the DJ.

Cool! I love to DJ.

But we wanted to talk to you about--

Don't bother thanking me,
I know it's a great honor,

but after all, you are my friends.

It'll be the biggest party ever!

There'll be horseback riding
and ice cream sculptures,

and I've hired a real circus

with lions and tigers and bears!

Oh, my!

A circus, really?

That's great, Beebe.

But about that favor?

Look, it's been swell seeing you guys,
but I gotta run.

I have to see
about a man who juggles ducks.

Beebe, the Yakistonians'
snooz graffle crop failed,

and Fentruck needs $18,000,

or he'll have to leave Bluffington.

Wow, that's too bad.

But my daddy says people without money
have no one to blame but themselves,

and if you give them money,
you'll only turn them

into lazy, spoiled pleasure-seekers.
Don't forget my party! Bye!

Oh, man, I can't believe
Beebe won't help him.

[panting] Race Canyon,
we must be fleeing faster.

[whimpering]
This bridge is looking rickety scary.

[natives shouting]

But it's our only chance.

Then, hello, we must be going.

[Fentruck] They are chopping.

We are falling! Aah!

Oh, but that was a close calling.

-[creaking]
-[screaming]

Someone to help us!

[Beebe] Hey! Keep it down, will ya?

Help!

I'm trying to shop up here!

Beebe Bluff, you gotta save us!

We're about to plunge thousands of feet
to certain doom!

Oh! It's always about you, isn't it?

Can you believe Beebe
wouldn't even help Fentruck?

She's not really selfish.
Beebe just doesn't understand.

[Beebe] Wow! I feel great.

Shopping is such
a wonderful aerobic workout.

Huh?

Where is everything?

Daddy?

Mommy?

I-- It's f-- freezing in h-- here!

Where is everyone?

[teeth chatters]

[Bill] Beebe, is that you?

Oh, hiya, honey.

Come over by the fire. It'll warm you up.

Daddy, did we send all the furniture out

to be cleaned?

Hon, I've got some bad news.

I'm afraid daddy
invested way too much money

in a certain foreign
country's agricultural market.

Not the Yakistonian's snooz graffle?

That's my girl!

Keeping up
with the financial news at your age.

A-- Anyway, it didn't go so well.

And I'm afraid things are gonna be

a little different
for the Bluffs from now on.

Daddy, what exactly do you mean?

Sweetheart, the important thing
is you have a mommy and a daddy

who love you very much,

and that's not gonna change,

even though we have no money.

[Beebe] No money!

[birds screech]

No way! I don't believe it!

Don't believe what, Doug?

Everybody's saying the Bluffs
have gone flat brOKe.

Really? Are you sure?

Who says?

Who says what?

Scoot over, Skeeter.

[Skeeter] OK.

What were you guys talking about just now?

Actually, we were just saying-- ow!

Hey! What was that for?

What can I get you, girls?

I'm starving.

I'll have two double swirly burgers
and megasize the fries.

Daddy. Get whatever you want.
It's my treat.

Um, just a frosty goat, thanks.

You guys can't fool me.

I know what you were talking about.

It's all anyone's talking about lately.

Oh, so you don't mind if we were
talking about-- Ow!

-What?
-My big party, of course.

Whew!

Did I tell you we've hired
the royal ballet

to give pirouetting lessons?

It's expensive, but what the heck?
I can afford it.

I'm afraid your credit card
was refused.

It's no good.

But there must be some mistake.

Here. Let me see the card.

I'm sorry, hon.

The credit card company
makes us destroy it. It's gone.

[goofy laugh]

Stop that!

Hey, I don't really feel
like restaurant food anyway.

How 'bout we all go back to my place
and make bologna sandwiches?

-Actually, I'm full.
-Yeah, we just ate.

Uh, Doug?

Uh-uh, oh, right.
I guess I can eat a little more.

How 'bout you, Skeet?

HUh? Yeah, I-- [burp] starving.

So, you actually put the sandwiches
together yourselves?

At home, cook just brings them to us.

Cool, man.
Maybe we should've gone to your place.

Skeeter, why don't you and Doug

-set the table?
-Huh?

Here, Beebe, you can slice these tomatoes.

But I'm-- Hmm.

Oh...
Making lunch together sure is fun,

right, Beebe?

Uh-uh.

Aha.

Uh...

[grunting]

-Ah!
-Whoa.

Wha--

Mm-mm. Nothing like the taste
of a really fresh tomato.

Whoops. Patti,
this tomato slicer's defective.

Beebe, that's an egg slic-- That is, uh,

-Here. Why don't you toast the bread?
-Well, all right.

This isn't so hard.

I don't see why anyone
would make such a big deal out of cooking.

-What else can I do?
-[sniffs] The toast smells ready.

Shouldn't you put in some more?

-Oh, I put it all in at once.
-Huh?

Table set. Ready to eat.

Whoa! Aah!

Aah!

Mm, I love toast well done.

Hmm, you know, I'm starting to like this.

Food delivered direct to your face.

Ha ha ha ha!

What's so funny?

My outfit is ruined!

I'll have to go home and get a new one.

Oh, you won't, Beebe.
You can wash it in our laundry room.

W-- Wash my outfit?
You mean, people do that?

You're kidding. You mean,
you've never washed clothes before?

Why would I? I buy a new outfit every day.

Follow me.

[Beebe] Wow! You mean if you're not rich,
you have to do this every week?

[Patti] Sure!

Week after week after week after week?

[Doug] Are you sure the Bluffs
lost all their money?

Beebe's sure acting like she's still rich.

Maybe she hasn't found out yet.

Or maybe she's too embarrassed
to admit it.

Greetings and heys to you guyses.
How does it go?

Hey, Fentruck.
Still in the snooz graffle business?

Indeed. I am the snooz graffle king.

But I am no longer up the creek
without a salmon,

thanks to Roger.

He has established
a special benefits program for me.

-Roger?
-Roger?

[Roger] Come on, Fentruck, heave-ho.

You still got to polish
my shoes and tune up my bike.

Man, this benefits program
was the best idea I ever had.

-Let's move it, Fentruck.
-[Fentruck] Oh, yes.

Roger, this is the benefits program
you set up for Fentruck?

Sure. He does the work,
I get the benefits.

Hey, did you losers hear
I'm thinking about

buying the ol' Bluff mansion
for stinky to live in.

But if the Bluffs sell their mansion,
where will they live?

Eh, some dump down
on thousand island boulevard.

Dump? What do you mean dump?

That's where I live.

[Bill] I'd be careful with that.

That bed. No, no. Put that over there
by the window.

No. Wait. No, wait a minute.
Put that-- No.

-Put that by the chair.
-Whoa, man. This is weird.

Hey, Beebe. Welcome to the neighborhood.

Oh, well, we're not really
moving in, you know.

We just wanted to have a place
closer to the, uh, the polo grounds.

Beebe, there aren't any--

-Doug!
-Sorry.

Hey, you're all coming
to my amazing party tomorrow, right?

With the circus
and the pirouetting lessons?

I'm counting on you to DJ, Skeeter.

-Uh... right.
-Uh... right.

Hmm, here, Patti.

Got it.

Do you really think
this party's gonna happen?

With Beebe, anything can happen.

Funkmatronic or skatadelia?

[Doug] Funkmatronic.

But where would Beebe
get the money for a circus?

It doesn't make sense.

Well, I don't know,
but if we get there and there's no circus,

let's try not to make
a big deal out of it.

Right. We'll have a good time anyway.

-Yeah.
-Ah, ready?

-Hit it.
-Let's go.

I don't know, man.
Doesn't sound like much of a party.

It sure is quiet.

[all] Huh?

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, you guys. Come on in.

I'm so glad you're here.

[party music playing]

Hi, Patti. Hi, Skeeter. Hi, Doug.

I'll take you guys to the DJ booth

so you can start playing some tunes.

Beebe, this is incredible!

What? Oh! Down the hall and to your left!

Wow!

Some hors d'oeuvres?

Fruit punch? Expensive jewelry?

Hmm, don't mind if I do. A-ooga.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the magnificent Winpolacia!

[elephants trumpet]

Hey, clowns! Hoo hoo hoo.

Look at the funny clothes.

Uh, not that I like that dumb kid stuff.

Come on, you guys.

The DJ's booth is this way.

All right, here goes.

[loud dance music plays]

So, are you guys
having a good time or what?

This is the most incredible party ever!

Beebe, where did you get
the money for all this?

-What?
-How are you paying for this?

[shouting] Aren't... you...

[music stops]

Broke?

Huh?

[Betty] What is going on here?

Beebe Bluff...

I hope you can explain yourself.

Beebe, we told you to cancel this party.

We don't have the money to pay
for all this!

We don't have any money at all!

What? No money?

Hah. Come on, everybody, pitch the trunks.
Let's get outta here.

[elephants trumpet]

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to ask
all of you to leave.

[all] Aw, man. Aw...

[all grumbling]

Beebe, what were you thinking?

You know perfectly well
we're not rich anymore.

Wow! You mean, Beebe's, like, broke?

Oh, my goodness.

[bawls]

I think Beebe's in real trouble.

With a capital "T."

I'm really worried about Beebe.

She must be so embarrassed.

[telephone rings]

Hello. Oh, hi, Mrs. Bluff.

No. I haven't.

Really?

We'll go look for her, too.

Bye.

What's going on, Skeeter?

Mrs. Bluff says Beebe
still hasn't come home.

They can't find her anywhere.

I hope she didn't do something silly,
like run away.

If she ran away, where would she go?

I don't know. If you were Beebe,

where would you go to make yourself
feel better?

But if I'm not rich, what am I?

I don't even know who I am anymore.

[sighs]

You're a good listener, Paolo.

I'm your personal shopper, Beebe.
That's what I'm here for.

There she is!

[all] Hey, Beebe.

Oh, hey, guys.

Hmm?

I had a really good time
at the party.

My life is over.

Beebe, how can you say that?

Just because you're not the richest girl
in Bluffington anymore

-doesn't mean--
-You don't understand.

When you're rich, everything is better.

Food, vacations, clothes.

In fact, everything used to be in color,

and now it's in black and white...

And grainy and really out of focus.

Everything is just so... Not rich.

Please be excusing me, Beebe.
I could not help but be overhearing.

And I thought perhaps you might enjoy
a delicious sorbet of snooz graffle.

Thanks.

Hey! This is good!

Beebe, if I may, I come from a land

which has never had any richness.

But we are appreciating things

not because they are expensive,

but because they are good,
like snooz graffles.

May I be showing you some things?

[Doug] Over the next few days,
we tried to show Beebe

how you can have fun,
even if you aren't rich.

Oh-ho-ho-ho. Oh, help.

Oh-ho-ho-ho...

Here we go. Whoa!

Are you all right?

Oh, well, thankee you.

Yay say rushneike! Hee hee hee!

[giggles] Hey!

Whoopee!

[Doug] Hey, look at Beebe.

[Patti] She's having a good time.

Yeah. That was a pretty good catch.

Hey, guys. Watch this.

Arf. Arf. Arf.

[all laughing]

I do love a good impression
of marine mammals.

You guys, this is too cool.

[laughs] I didn't know you could have
such a good time

without spending any money.

Just being with you guys is fun.

Hey, maybe we could do it again
next weekend.

Yes, certainly.

Cool.

-Great!
-OK!

Would it be that you are caring
for a snooz graffle tart?

Eat up, zooba.

Fentruck, these things are great!

Man, after that wind storm in Yakistonia,

I'll bet these are as rare as hen's teeth.

I'll bet you could sell 'em
as high-class desserts

and charge a lot more money.

Yeah. These are really great.

And you say they're rare?

So this weekend, Beebe wants to go
to the Rollingona river

and skip rocks.

I knew she wasn't a snob at heart.

Hey, Beebe!

Look. They're serving your favorite,

Bologna sandwiches.

No, thanks.
I brought my lunch from home today.

Huh?

What are you so surprised about?

Didn't Fentruck tell you?

Fentruck, what's going on?

[sighs] I am pooped. So much work
at snooz graffle king.

Doug, I must say, both Beebe and I
are being deeply gratitudeness to you.

Huh?

Fentruck, what are you talking about?

Well, I had kidnapped your notion
to sell snooz graffles

as expensive high-class delicacies.
Ho ho ho.

And they're selling like flaming wiches.

We're even starting a catalog. Look.

[Doug] Snooze and graffle?

And since there are
so few snooz graffles now,

each one is worth, like,
a gazillion dollars!

Yes. And this means that Yakistonia's
snooz graffle crop

is worth more than ever.

My parents now bathe in piles of cash.
Ha ha ha!

But what does that have to do with Beebe?

Well, guess who the biggest
foreign investor in snooz graffles is.

-Your daddy.
-Your daddy.

Right.

And that means I'm the richest girl
in Bluffington again!

[snaps]

Which doesn't mean I can't still enjoy

a good old-fashioned bologna sandwich.

Made it myself.

[all laugh]

[Doug] So, Journal,
Beebe was rich again, and we weren't.

But I think Beebe learned
that having good friends

is more important
than having a lot of money.

She also learned how to make lunch.

I just hope that some day she learns

that not every sandwich you make
has to be bologna.

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