03x22 - St. Patrick's Day Dilemma/A Giant Save

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The doc is in.

[ giggles ]

[ Irish accent ]
There's my little Irish lass.

[ giggles ]
Dad.

Happy St. Patrick's
Day, Doc.

You, too, Dad.

Look what I won at
our St. Patrick's Day
party at school.

She's an Irish dancer.

She comes with
other outfits, too.

I'm gonna go
play with her.

A very Irish
McStuffins dinner
will be ready in a bit.

- Hi, guys.
- Doc, I love your outfit.

But I thought pink
was more your color.

You know, like me.

It is, but today's
a holiday.

Is it
Walk Like A Robot Day?

[ making robot noises ]

No? Okay.

Is it International
Somersault Day?

Oh, or maybe, um...

Dragons Can Fly Day.

Definitely not
Dragons Can Fly Day.

[ giggling ]
Stuffy, it's
St. Patrick's Day.

What? It is?

Guys, meet my new
paper doll.

Fiona.

Oh, I love
St. Patrick's Day.

It's my favorite holiday
because I'm Irish.

St. Patrick's Day?

But I don't know anybody
named Patrick around here.

Unless maybe Stuffy
isn't who he says he is,

which I have always
suspected, if you must know.

St. Patrick's Day
is an Irish holiday, Chilly.

It's the most wonderful day
in all of Ireland.

Everyone looks so lovely
in green,

and there's dancing
and music.

Oh, Doc, can you please
play some music?

I simply must dance.

I'm wearing my favorite
St. Patrick's Day dress.

- [ Irish music plays ]
- [ Fiona laughing ]

Ooh-whee!

[ all laughing ]

Your dancing is dreamier
than a dandelion in Dublin.

And your dress
is so twirly,

and beautifully green.

Thank you. It's
the perfect green dress

for my favorite
green holiday.

Doc, can we all
wear green,

just like you
and Fiona?
Pretty please?

I was hoping you'd ask.

I made a lot of
green stuff in art class.

Here's a green tiara
for an Irish lamb.

An Irish kilt fit for
a noble knight.

Some green for Hallie.

Some for Stuffy
and Squeakers.

Oh, you, too, Chilly.

Here's a shamrock
for good luck.

Good luck?
Can I have another?

Here you go,
Chilly.

Everyone looks
gorgeous,

and just in time for
the St. Paddy's Day parade.

Oh, what time
does it start?

Yeah, Doc,
what time?

I gotta get
a good seat.

Ah. Tail goes here.

Who brought snacks?

There is a parade, right?

We've never had
a St. Patrick's Day
parade before.

But why don't we have
the first one today?

A parade? Cool.

This hippo is game.

I was ready. Cool.

We need more toys.
Be right back.

I can dance in the parade.
Who can drum?

Can anyone
twirl a flag?

And we simply must have
musical pipes.

They're my favorite
Irish instrument.

They sound grand.

Leave the pipe music
to the dragon.

- And Squeakers.
- [ squeaking ]

DONNY: I'm gonna color
in here, Dad.

Toys, stuff it like
cabbage in a napkin.

DAD: Donny!

I need you to set
the table, kiddo.

Oh, yeah.

Coming, Dad.

Fiona, your dress.

[ gasps ] Oh, no!
What happened?

Oh, looks like Donny
went all scribbly-dibbly-doo

with the colored pencils.

Oh, my goodness.
This is awful!

But you have another outfit
to wear for the party,
right, Fiona?

Hey, you could change
into this cuddly clean one.

I can't wear that, Lambie.

I only have one dress for
St. Patrick's Day... this one.

But you can't wear a dress
that's all dirty and doodly.

No, but I can't dance
in a St. Patrick's Day parade

without my
St. Patrick's Day dress.

The whole day
will be ruined.

Stuffy the brave dragon
is here with a genius idea.

All right, we'll just put
a little green over here,

cover up some of
these red swirlies over here.

And there.

Good as new.

Now she's got
more scribblies
than before.

Just stand back
and let Nurse Hallie

wipe this off.

Did you fix it?

Oh, that's not right.

Not right at all.

I'm sorry, sugar.

Your dress is still
messier than a mud pie.

If you don't wanna wear
any of your other outfits,

what are you going
to wear for the parade?

I'll just
keep this on.

Look who I brought
for the parade...

Oh, Fiona, what happened
to your dress?

Donny colored
some squiggles here,

and scribbles there,

and doodly-doos, and...

I'm sorry, Fiona.

Luckily, you come with
a bunch of different outfits,

so you can change.

No, no, no, no. I don't want to
wear anything else, Doc.

- Those outfits
aren't even green.
- But they are clean.

If I can't wear this,
then I don't want to dance

in the parade.

We all wanna see you
dance, Fiona.

Maybe we should
go to the clinic

and see if we can fix
the scribbles on your dress.

Sounds like it's time
for a St. Patrick's Day
check-up to me.

♪ Time for your check-up,
time for your check-up ♪

♪ I'm gonna check your ears,
check your eyes ♪

♪ Find out how much
you've grown ♪

♪ Time for your check-up ♪

♪ I'm gonna listen
to your heartbeat ♪

♪ Fix you up
ready to go ♪

♪ Time for your check-up ♪

♪ It's okay
if you giggle ♪

♪ This will only
tickle a little ♪

♪ Time for your check-up,
time for your check-up ♪

Fiona, I have
a diagnosis.

'Tis time for the Big Book
of McBoo-boos, y'all.

You have
the shamrock scribblies.

Hallie, eraser, please.

Let's see if
we can't cure this.

One heavy-duty, mega-mighty
pencil eraser coming up.

[ giggling ]

Fiona, I need you to change
into another outfit

so I can clean
your dress.

Oh, no!
Why do I have to change?

I want to wear this!

It's my favorite dress.
Please, please let me wear it.

I know you really wanna
wear your favorite dress,

but it's not healthy
to wear dirty clothes.

Especially once you've been
doing that fancy dancing.

Clothes can get smelly
when you dance and play in them,

or maybe get
icky germs on them.

But if I wear
anything else,

my favorite holiday
will be ruined.

I won't look like
a real step dancer.

Fiona, I know
it's St. Patrick's Day,

but wearing something else
might be kinda fun.

I always wear
this one, Doc.

I know. When your dress
is clean,

you can wear it again.

Well, I guess maybe...

I could change into
something else.

I'll help you find
another adorably Irish outfit.

Doc, do you think
you can clean my dress

- in time for
the parade?
- I'll try.

If it means saving
my favorite dress,

then I suppose
I'll do it.

Hallie, we're gonna need
my craft supplies, stat.

On it, Doc.

One St. Patrick's Day dress
ready for laundry.

Thanks, Lambie.

Guys, I'm gonna need
everyone's help.

These pencil marks
are really dark.

I'm not sure we'll be able
to erase all of them.

But I have an idea.

How about these
cutity-cute overalls?

Thanks a mil, Lambie,
but I don't wanna wear those.

Maybe this baa-eautiful
red jumper?

But it's not green
like my dress.

It may not be green,

but it looks like
lots of fun.

Can I dance
in it, though?

Well, you might.
Give it a spin.

I can. It feels
kinda cozy and clean.

I guess it's not
too bad.

Let's add one more thing
to cover the eraser marks.

Oh, my goodness!

Here you go, Fiona.

Your shamrock scribblies
are cured.

Oh, thank you, Doc.

It looks even better
than before.

And it's all clean.

Now you can decide what outfit
you wanna wear to the parade.

My jumper is sorta fun.
It's nice for dancing.

But it is St. Patrick's Day,
so I'll wear this.

Good choice, Fiona.

Don't forget these.

Oh, I feel so sparkly
and clean.

I think I'll change
into something clean, too.

Is everyone fresh and clean
for the parade?

Fresh and green
is more like it, Doc.

♪ I'd worn that stuff
long enough ♪

♪ It's wear-by date
was over ♪

♪ Wash your dress and be
as fresh and clean and green ♪

♪ As a four-leaf clover ♪

♪ It takes just a jiffy
to get real spiffy ♪

♪ And fit for
the big parade ♪

♪ If your shirt is smelly
and there's mud on the belly ♪

♪ It's time for
a costume change ♪

♪ To look your best,
cleanliness ♪

♪ Don't you ever
doubt it ♪

♪ Dance a jig,
you're steppin' big ♪

♪ In your
brand-new outfit ♪

♪ You've worn that stuff
long enough ♪

♪ Its wear-by date is over

♪ Wash your dress and be
as fresh and clean ♪

♪ As a four-leaf clover ♪

Wow!

[ all exclaiming ]

HALLIE:
Lookin' good!

What a baa-eautiful
St. Patrick's Day parade.

Oh, lovely, it was.

It would've made
my homeland proud.

Oh, dear.

From all that dancing
in the parade,

I must've kicked up
a little mud with my heels.

- [ gasps ]
- Better change into
another outfit.

That's a great
idea, Fiona.

Changing into clean clothes
feels good, doesn't it?

It does.
Thanks, Doc.

But St. Patrick's Day
isn't over yet.

What are you gonna wear?

I've got something
fun in mind.

These.

Even though
they're pajamas,

I can still
dance in them.

[ Irish music plays ]

[ all cheering ]

"And so, Gillian the Giant
and her friends

roamed the grassy glens
of Ireland once again.

The end."

Thanks for another
great story, Professor.

Oh, I love this new
Gillian the Giant story.

I laughed, I cried.

It became a part of me.

My pleasure.

I do so love
when I get to read

a new Gillian the Giant
book.

[ sighs ] I wish
I was a giant,

but I guess my giant
bravery will have to do.

- [ loud thud ]
- What was that?

That's my giant surprise.

Oh, jeepers!

[ delighted squealing ]

Professor,
meet Gillian.

No introduction
necessary.

It's Gillian!

Oh, my favorite
storybook giant.

Oh, 'tis wonderful
to meet you, Professor.

I know how much
you love Gillian's
stories,

so I asked my mom for
a Gillian doll,

and she said we could
if we got a book, too.

It wasn't easy
to hide her,

but I did it.

Very sneaky,
Doc McStuffins.
Thank you.

I have loved your stories
since the day I could read.

Your courage, your kindness,
you are my heroine.

Thanks a million,
Professor.

A heroine.
Oh, imagine that.

May I shake your hand?

Surely you can.
Please do.

- CHILLY: Take cover!
- LAMBIE: Oh, no!

Are you okay, Professor?

Sorry. Oh, I didn't mean
to fling you clean
across the room.

Oh, just a few
ruffled feathers.

No harm done.

- Speak for yourself.
I can't see.
- Chilly.

[ gasps ] You're a miracle
worker, Doc.

I suppose I'm
a wee bit bigger,

and a lot stronger
than the lot of you.

That's 'cause
you're a giant.

Oh, I'm very much
looking forward to
us being friends.

What shall we
play first?

How about
dragon jumping?

Not to brag,
but I am a brave,

awesome... oh!!

Are you okay?

Oh, come on.
That was an epic fall.

Counting it as a win.

[ laughing ]
Oh, Stuffy.

I was thinking more
along the lines of, say,

a tea party?

Oh, that sounds grand.

A toy after
my own heart.

[ all cheering ]

Sit, Gillian.
Join the tea party.

Oh, I will,
thank you kindly,
Professor.

Call me Hootsie.

We're friends now.

Okay... Hootsie.

- Whoa!
- [ groaning ]

- Gillian!
- Are you okay?

I suppose I'm just too big
for this wee tea party.

Well, it's too bad,

because it looked
as delightful as dandelions.

Know what else we can do
that's delightful?

Make sand castles.

Oh, I adore sand castles,
Prof... I mean, Hootsie.

- Beg your pardon.
- Leg's up.

Oh, wilting wildflowers!

My leg got away from me.

What am I like?
I'm sorry.

Ptui! I'm...
[ spits ] okay.

I suppose we won't
be having a tea party

or making sand castles
today.

I just don't
fit in here.

Not to worry, dear.

I know a tower
that could use a princess.

Here comes
the princess.

Careful.

Oh, grassy glens.
My leg is stuck.

Gillian!

Oh!

Maybe I'm just too big
to be around here at all.

Gillian, are you okay?

Oh, fine.

I'm fine, thanks.

I think I should
give you a check-up
in my clinic,

just to make sure.

Oh, sure. Sure.

Okay then.

The doc is in.

Howdy, Doc.
Hey there, everyone.

- Hi, Hallie.
- [ all saying hello ]

Oh!

New patient.
My, you're a tall one.

Anyone ever tell you
you're the spitting image

of Gillian the Giant,

from Hootsie's
favorite stories?

[ laughs ]
That's because I am Gillian.

Well, I'll be a ticker
in a cuckoo clock.

Welcome, sugar.

Oh, you're all
so lovely.

I'll be right here,

if you get
nervous, dear.

Thanks a mil, Hootsie.

First, I'll check
your heartbeat.

Oh, it's a big one.

Oh, sorry.

My heart's so big.

In my clinic,
a big heart is good.

Now let's check
your reflexes.

Wow, that's so...

Oh, I'm sorry, Stuffy.

Oh, I'm just so big.

That was the biggest fling
across the room ever!

[ laughs ]
It was awesome.

Well, I don't
feel awesome.

I just feel big
and in the way.

Okay, let's get
your height.

[ straining ]

Let me give you
some hippo help.

You're definitely
our tallest toy.

I knew you were tall,
being a giant and all,

but wowie.

You are ta-a-a-all.

Not that there's
anything wrong with that.

Gillian's height
is off the charts.

Oh, yeah,
it sure is.

Little snowman here.

- Sorry about
my giant foot.
- It's okay.

[ all exclaiming ]

Maybe I should leave.

I'm just a giant problem
for everyone.

Wow, her height mark
is way up there.

You're a very healthy
toy, Gillian.

You're gonna be a great toy
to have around.

Welcome to the clinic.
Gillian?

- Oh, no!
- PROFESSOR: Gillian!

Where is she?

Hoot! I'm terribly
worried.

It's okay, Professor.
We'll find her.

Let's split up.

I shall get a look
from up there.

That's it!

Gillian? Gillian?

[ crying ]

Oh, Gillian,
there you are.

Everyone's
looking for you.

Just came out for
a little fresh air.

Oh, you look like
you've been crying.

You know if there's
something bothering you,

you can always
tell it to the lamb.

Oh, no, no, Lambie,
it's nothing.

♪ Hey, what's going on? ♪

♪ Tell me what's wrong ♪

♪ I know there's
something we can do ♪

♪ It might not be clear,
that's why I'm here ♪

♪ Tell me what's
bothering you ♪

♪ Got something
on your mind ♪

♪ Don't you keep it
inside ♪

♪ You're gonna be fine ♪

♪ Hey, tell me
what's wrong ♪

♪ What's going on? ♪

All right.
I'll tell you.

I was just feeling so sad,
Lambie,

and I wanted to play
with the lot of you,

but then, I'm just
this big giant

among all you wee toys,

and I kept feeling like
I was getting in the way,

and I didn't like
feeling like that. Okay?

Oh, you need
a giant cuddle.

I still don't see her.

- Hootsie-daisy.
- [ screaming ]

Oh, did you hear that?

It sounded like
the Professor.

[ barking ]

Oh, no, I'm slipping.

- Hilly hillsides,
this isn't good.
- Oh!

- Hang on, Professor.
- [ barking ]

Oh, quick, before Hootsie
becomes Rudi's chew toy.

I'll get Doc.

Oh!

Thank heaven.

Oh, I can't look.

No, we can't wait
any longer.

I've got to save
my friend.

Go on now, poochie.

No, she's not a toy.

Well, she is,
but she's not your toy.

Hoot! Hoot!

CHILLY: That was
a close call.

- You're safe now,
Hootsie.
- Yay, Gillian!

That's what I call
a giant save.

[ cheering ]

Gillian, Hootsie.

Are you guys all right?

Oh, that was
quite scary,

but I am fine,
thanks to Gillian.

Looks like you've got
a tiny rip,

- and some stuffing's
coming out.
- Hoot.

I've got a diagnosis.

You've got
ripped-loose-stuffing-osis.

Let's stuff that in
the Big Book of Boo-boos.

Oh, my goodness me.

There. All fixed.

Thank you, Doc.
And thank you,
Gillian.

You were as brave as
you are in your stories.

Oh, go on, Professor.
Oh, it wasn't a thing.

Nonsense. It was
everything.

I could've been
seriously hurt

if I had fallen.

You are, as ever,
my heroine.

Oh, 'tis my pleasure,
Professor... uh, Hootsie.

Now that Professor
Hootsburgh is fixed,

Gillian, why did you
run off?

Oh, I didn't feel like
I fit in around here.

I'm just too big
to make sand castles,

or attend tea parties.

You were able to save me
because you're so big.

You were bigger
and braver

than a bear
in a beehive.

You're perfect
exactly as you are,

a brave and
big-hearted giant.

♪ Oh, it's great
to be tall ♪

♪ It's great
to be small ♪

♪ It's good to be any size,
any size at all ♪

♪ We come in
all shapes and heights ♪

♪ Measurements
and types ♪

♪ It's great to be
any size at all ♪

♪ Some of us can fit
into tiny spaces ♪

♪ Some of us can reach
the highest places ♪

♪ I'm giant and proud,
fun to have around ♪

♪ Big or small,
let's sing it loud ♪

- ♪ It's good to be tall ♪
- I'm tall!

- ♪ It's good to be small ♪
- She's small.

♪ It's good to be any size,
any size at all ♪

♪ We come in
all shapes and heights ♪

♪ All measurements
and types ♪

♪ It's great to be
any size ♪

♪ Any size at all ♪

[ all cheering ]

You know, you're right.

A giant is what
I was made to be.

It felt grand being
big enough

to save my friend
Hootsie.

"And Gillian the Giant's
footsteps

shook the countryside
with a mighty boom."

Boom, boom, boom!

Here I am,
it's me.

With Gillian here,

her stories are even
more awesome.

Uh-oh. Stuffy.
Are you okay?

Like I said,
even more awesome.

Thank you, guys.

I think I found
what I love to play the most.

Myself.