07x04 - Promises, Promises

[bunniefuu]

-Well, it's time for
another Bobby's World.
And I'll tell you something.

It's great to see you,
because the audience--
-Howie.

Howie.

-What?

-What do you mean it's
really great to see them?
-Well, well it is,
because the audience is--
-But, but Howie,
you can't see them.
-I know.

It's just an expression.

-No it's not.

-Yes, it is.

-No.

This is an expression.

-Let's start the show.

-I'll take Jackie.

-OK, Shaniqua, over here.

-Don't worry.

You'll get picked next.

I always get picked last.

BOY: I'll take Generic.

-That's Generic.

Thanks for picking me.

-Better you than Stinky O'Ryan.

What a loser.

-Yeah, what a loser.

KIDS: Yeah.

Ew.

-Choosing teams always brings
out the best in people.
-Hey, Mr. Johnson.

Did we get any mail?

Oh, handsome dog.

That's a big dog.

-What is it with Roger
and the gee-golly mailman?
Is it that uniform?

Dogs see something we don't.

That's for sure-fire sure.

-They do?

-What is it, Roger?

What do you see?

-I'm warning you.

BOBBY: Don't be afraid.

He's really gentle.

-Ah, looks like nothing but
gee-golly bills, bills, bills,
don't you know.

-Well, here now then.

Will you look at this?

You got mail, Bobby.

-I got mail?

I got mail!

I got mail!

I got mail.

I got mail.

-Ooh hoo, that's a pain.

-Gimme the clicker,
like, now, OK?
-I got mail.

-Give it to me.

-You little brat.

-Let go.

-Mr. selfish.

-I got mail!

-Oh, yeah?

Who's it from?

-I don't know.

I can't read.

Uh, maybe Santa's finally
answering my Christmas letter?
-Get a clue, dweeb.

It's April.

-Well, it could be
from-- from-- somebody.
-Who are you?

-Ha, ha, ha.

I'm Ed McSomebody with
Publishers Cleaninghouse.
And boy, have I got a surprise
for you, Bobby Generic.
-That's Generic.

-Right you are, sir.

But that's not all.

You've just one a
gazillion billion dollars.
-Wow.

KELLY: Yoo-hoo.

Like, hello.

Bobby.

-Huh?

-Like, you make a better
door than a window.
Get it?

BOBBY: Oh, yeah?

Well, it takes one to know one.

Well I had to say something.

BOBBY: Dad, will you
read my mail to me?
-I'd be glad to son.

OK.

Let's see hear.

Looks like it's a--
it's an invitation.
-Oh, light bulb.

That reminds me.

Andy Roe invited
of over on Saturday
for her famous
herring malt souffle.
-Do we have to go, honey?

I-- I don't know if my
stomach can take it.
-Oh, now, then I
said we would is all.
-Dad, Dad.

Who-- who's my invitation from?

-Oh, uh, Stinky O'Ryan.

He's having a birthday party.

-Stinky O'Ryan.

Ew, do I have to go?

Yuck.

I don't think my
stomach can take it.
I don't like Stinky.

-OH?

And why don't you like Stinky,
if I may be so brave to ask?
-I don't know.

Cause nobody else does.

-Well for cryin in
the sandbox there.
That's not a reason not
to like somebody though.
-OK.

He stinky.

-Well, stinky or not.

How would you like it if you
invited people to a party,
and they didn't
gee-golly come then?
-But mom.

MARTHA: And besides, you'll
have a good time there, now.
Other kids will be there,
and there'll be cake,
and party favors, and
balloons, probably.
And all sorts a--

-Party favors?

I love party favors!

-I'm gonna get party
favors, and that's
why I'm going to
Stinky's birthday.
-Well, great.

I'll call Stinky's
mother and RSVP.
In other words, tell
her you're coming.
-Well, I'll be.

You have another letter, Bobby.

-I do?

I got more mail.

I got more mail!

-Ah, like, move over.

You are totally crowding me.

DEREK: You move over.

KELLY: Space invader.

-Move.

-I'm claustrophobic.

-Get way from me.

-I got more mail.

-And who from?

The Easter Bunny?

-OK, I'm not falling
for that one.
-OK.

Then you're all
set for Stinky's.
It sounds like a
doozy of a party.
Mrs. O'Ryan says it's going
to have a landscaping theme.
Now doesn't that just sound
like some real green thumb fun?
-No.

Wow.

Captain Squash
wrote me a letter.
-Dear Bobby, I am
writing you this letter
to say that this
is a gee-golly--
MARTHA: Party
invitation from Trevor
Schwartz, don't you know.

-It is?

-Well, would you look
at this now here.
Captain Squash is
going to make a
lollapalooza
in-person appearance.
-Yay!

I'm gonna see Captain Squash.

I'm gonna see Captain Squash.

-Uh-oh.

Rain it in there.

Cool your jets there, hon.

You're not going to this party.

-I'm not?

Home come?

-Oh, because it's on Saturday--
the same day as Stinky's party,
that's why.

-I know.

I just won't go to Stinky's.

MARTHA: Well, no.

Uh-oh, Bobby.

Bobby!

No, no.

Oh, oh.

Hold the tape fax
right there, Mr. man.
You have to go to
Stinky's party.
He's counting on
you, don't you know.
-He's counting on me?

-Four.

Five.

Six.

-Oh, I hope he can't
count very high.
MARTHA: Well, alls I'm sayin,
hon, is that you made a promise
and now you're gonna have
to gee-golly keep it.
-If I can't go to
Trevor's party,
I'll miss Captain Squash.

-It's Saturday, Webbley.

And I gotta find a way of gettin
out of going to Stinky's party,
so I can go to Trevor's
and see Captain Squash.
Kelly, how do you get
out of doing something
you don't want to do.

-Um, OK, let's see.

Well, if it's like, going out
with somebody that was like,
totally lame, or like
a nerd or something,
I just say I have
to wash my hair.
And then I do.

So I'm not lying.

-But Stinky doesn't
understand washing.
And Trevor's gonna have party
favors, and Captain Squash.
-Wait.

Party favors and Squash?

Oh, party poppers.

Not that's gonna be some
kinda blow-out, Bob-O. Uh,
hey, uh, think I
could come with ya?
-Maybe.

If you can tell me how to
take my word back, and not
go to Stinky's party,
even though Mom says
he's counting on me.

-Well, uh, you
could always do what
I did when I decided I wanted
to get out of jury duty.
-What's that, Uncle Ted?

-Say you have a really bad rash.

-Thanks anyways, Uncle Ted.

Rashes don't scare Stinky.

-Yeah, didn't work
with the judge either.
-Mom says I gotta go
to Stinky's party,
but I really want
to go to Trevor's.
What am I supposed to do?

-Eh, look on the
bright side, dweeb.
Maybe a meteor
will hit the Earth,
the whole planet
will be destroyed,
and you won't have to go.

-Really?

DEREK: Nah.

I'm jut yankin your chain.

-Oh.

-Just make up an excuse.

-Yeah.

A scuse.

Thanks Derek.

Is the [INAUDIBLE]
really far from here?
Way past the park,
[INAUDIBLE] we got lost.
Yeah, that's it.

We can say, couldn't
come cause we got lost.
MARTHA: Now, for
corn sakes, hon.
I didn't know that Stinky
there lived clear out here
in the gee-golly jungle.

-I told you it was far.

[ANIMAL ROARING]

-Uh-oh.

A giant raptor with a rash.

Run for it, mom.

-Away!

-Ah!

-Holy Captain
Squash's spaceships.
-Well, isn't that a Roswell Area
51 piece of luck there now yet.
-Prepare for take off, Bobby.

-Captain Squash.

CAPTAIN SQUASH: That
was a close one, Bobby.
BOBBY: We've escaped
worse, Captain Squash.
-Fun stuff this way.

Stinky's party this way.

-Uh, uh.

No you don't.

We're going this way.

You're going to Stinky's
party, little man-sy.
And that's that.

-But--

-No excuses.

-But-- but I-- I wanna-- I
wanna see Captain Squash.
He's-- he's my hero.

-Aw, there now, Bobby, hon.

Maybe we can figure
something out.
I know.

What if I let you go to
Trevor's for an hour,
and then I take you
on over to Stinky's?
-Yay!

That's great.

But can I go to Stinky's
for just an hour,
and then spend the rest
of the time at Trevor's?
Please, please, please.

-No.

I'm putting my gee-golly
foot down there now.
-When mom's put their foot
down, it really means no.
-Now, we've got
to get a move on,
and, uh, pick up the birthday
presents for birthday boy
Stinky and birthday boy Trevor.

-OK.

Can I have this for me?

MARTHA: No.

-This?

MARTHA: No.

-This?

This?

This?

MARTHA: No, no, no.

This isn't your birthday.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

DAD IN STORE: Put it down.

You're not getting that.

Put it down.

-For such a fun place, kids
sure do cry a lot in toy stores.
MARTHA: Let's get
it up here now,
and pay for these honkin
trucks, so we can go home
and get 'em wrapped in time for
Stinky and Trevor's parties,
don't you know.

-I love that song.

-There.

Stinky's present is wrapped and
Trevor's present is wrapped.
And now I'm ready to party.

BOBBY: Mom, when do I
get the party favors?
-Well, for the cryin eye, hon,
you have to get to the party
first, don't you know.

Oh, and don't
forget, you're only
staying here at
Trevor's for an hour.
Then Kelly's coming to
pick you up and take
you to Stinky's
for the duration.
-Moms sure do know how
to ruin a good time.
JACKIE: Bobby.

Over here.

-Jackie!

-You wanna go on the
trampoline with me, Bobby?
-OK.

Did they pass out
the party favors yet?
-No.

-Oh.

-Jump twice, then depart the
area for your own safety.
Sign here.

-Sign?

In handwriting?

But we only know how to print.

-Next.

-What do you want
to enjoy now, Bobby?
-Look for party favors.

-Hi.

I'm Sunshine.

Want me to paint a
rainbow on your cheek?
-Uh, no thanks.

Do you know where
the party favors are?
-Try along the
side of the house.
-Wow.

Captain Squash.

-Give me a break, kid.

I don't go on for another hour.

-There's a woman trapped
inside Captain Squash.
Party favors.

-One bag of party
favors per child only.
Please move along.

-OK, let's go, party boy.

It's time to go to Stinky's.

-OK, so like, what
is it, anyway?
-Kelly, it's a party favor.

Isn't it great?

KELLY: OK, so this
must be the place.
OK.

Mom says you're supposed
to be totally nice,
and like, a gee-golly
good guest something.
I don't know, random.

OK.

And she wants to hear everything
about the landscaping thing
when you get home.

-Dumb landscaping thing.

I bet Stinky doesn't even
have any party favors.
-Stinky?

I-- why do they call
him that, any way?
-Do you like the smell
of stinky cheese?
KELLY: Yuck.

BOBBY: Then you don't
ever want to smell Stinky
without his shoes on.

-Hi, Bobby.

Am-- am I the only one
who came to your party?
-You're the only one I invited.

-If you really want
to enjoy yourself,
honey, whatever you do, don't
let Stinky take his shoes off.
MEEKER: Greetings party guests.

Meeker and Snird here.

We're your party partners.

The people who are going
to show you how to party
like landscapers.

-Ah.

This'll be fun.

-Heave h*.

-[INAUDIBLE] the time, Bobby.

-This is fun.

-Careful there, junior.

-Faster!

Faster!

More!

More!

-Do it again.

-More!

-Sorry.

The stinky one's getting dizzy.

-It's time for a road trip.

-Wow.

What's a road trip?

WOMAN: I'm not saying it again.

No signature, no trampoline.

Got it?

-Hi, Aunt Cindy.

-Muah.

MEEKER: Oh, hold the phone.

Authorized vehicles only.

SNIRD: That's us.

Authorized.

MEEKER: It makes you
proud to be an American.
SNIRD: Yankee doodle doo da.

-This is great.

STINKY: Thanks Uncle Grit.

WOMAN: Cake will only be
given to those with proper ID.
-That was great, Stinky.

I'm glad I came to your party.

-Me too.

-So tell me about your
big day there hon.
How was Stinky's
party then anyway?
-Well, we got hit with mud,
and the hose sprayed on us.
We fell out of a wheelbarrow,
and we went to a car wash.
-Aw, hon.

I'm sorry.

-No.

Mom, it was great.

Stinky's party was a lot
funner than Trevor's.
-Guess who finagled front
row seats to the Elvis
impersonators concert
Saturday night?
-Who?

-Me!

That's who.

-Oh, Howard.

You are just my gee-golly
hero, don't you know.
-I thought we were going to Aunt
Ruth's for dinner on Saturday.
Didn't we tell her we would?

-Oh.

Well, I guess I could tell
her that your back went out
again, winkle
winkle, huh Howard?
That could get us off
the hook, don't you know.
-Good idea, Martha.

So, sport, did you
learn anything today?
-Yep.

I learned that keeping your
word can be a really good thing.
And I learned that parents
are good at giving advice,
but not very good at taking it.

-Yeah, well.

From the mouths of
babes, they say.
-Better call Aunt
Ruth and find out
what time she wants
us for dinner, Martha.
-Oh, yeah.

I'm way ahead of
you there, Howard.
-I love being a kid.

-Now that was a wonderful show.

It taught us how important
it is to keep our word.
-I always thought it
was important to keep
all our words.

-Well, that-- that is right.

-Because if we don't
keep our words,
then how are we gonna talk?

-That's not what I mean.

-I knew that.