01x10 - Full Groan/The Shell Game

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-Hey! -♪ Let me tell you 'bout my friends ♪

-♪ They're my best friends, the Zhu Zhus ♪ -Hey!

♪ They can talk, dance and sing ♪

-♪ They can do 'bout anything ♪ -Hey!

♪ Pipsqueak always plays it cool ♪

♪ To Mr. Squiggles, science rules ♪

♪ Num Nums looks before she leaps ♪

♪ Chunk has style and loves to eat ♪

And I'm Frankie!

♪ Frankie and the Zhu Zhu Pets♪

♪ Our adventures are the very best ♪

♪ Who knows what'll happen next livin' with the Zhu Zhus ♪

♪ Frankie and the Zhu Zhu Pets♪

(straining)

According to my calculations,

the structure should be sound

if we place the last card

very gently right...

(straining)

... here.

Frankie: Zhus?

I've got big news, Zhus!

(gasping)

(gasping)

Phew...

(thud)

(groaning)

Hmm, obviously I didn't account for sighing.

You were saying, Frankie?

(giggling)

I just got the world's

coolest project at school!

'Bring your Zhus to school day' is finally happening!?

Nope. Mr. Kerdle says you Zhus are still banned.

Janitors are like that.

He made that very clear the last time.

I'm getting the feeling he doesn't like me.

(sighing)

(chuckling) You're right,

that's impossible. I'm too loveable.

-Must be you guys. -Ugh.

Anyway!

Tomorrow, I get to do a presentation

in front of the whole class

called "what I want to be when I grow up"

and I can pick anything I want!

Hmmm. The only problem is I don't know what to choose.

(gasping)

Ooh! Something outdoors!

Something indoors!

Something with doors!

A door salesman!

As a hamster of science, I believe I have an answer.

You should be: an astronaut!

Picture it: you on Mars!

You could go where no hamster has gone before!

Hey! Hamster?

Oh, ah, did I say hamster?

Because I meant where no girl

with a hamster has gone before, naturally.

That's more like it.

Just think of the scientific possibilities.

-Thrusters? -Check.

-Navigation? -On.

-Blasting off? -Now!

(both yelping)

Astronaut! Yeah!

To the space simulation unit!

You mean the backyard?

Precisely.

Commander Frankie, reduce thrusters.

Lieutenant Pipsqueak, progress report.

Roger, captain.

Lieutenant Num Nums has landed!

One small step for hamsters,

one giant step for Frankie!

Woo-hoo! mission "Planet Frankie" is successful, Captain!

Excellent. Commander, hold her steady.

Lieutenant, Corporal, reel her back in!

.Roger that, Captain. Ready, Corporal Chunk?

Ah!

Ooh, space echoes.

(straining)

(yelling)

(groaning)

(gasping) Captain!

Lieutenant Num Nums is stranded

on the surface of Planet Frankie!

Hmmm, and according to my calculations,

she only has 20 seconds of oxygen left, Commander.

Did you say 20 seconds?

Yes.

Though, technically speaking, it's now 17 seconds.

And now that I've taken the time to say that,

it's probably more like 15.

(straining) Just get me outta here!

Don't worry, Lieutenant Num Nums.

Commander Frankie to the rescue!

(straining)

(cheering)

Thanks, Captain Squiggles!

Being an astronaut might be the coolest job in the world--

maybe in the galaxy!

While being an astronaut was interesting,

what about something a bit more... artistic?

Like what?

How about music?

You love music! Music is fun!

Safe, indoor, on this planet fun.

(tapping)

(Violin playing)

♪

(sniffles)

(sniffles)

-(violin stops) -(applause)

(crowd cheering)

Mwah! Mwah!

(violin playing off-key)

(screeching)

(crashing)

(scratching)

(kazoo buzzing)

(all playing out of key)

(both groaning)

(music stops)

(light applause)

For you, Maestro.

(gasping) You're too kind!

And of course, we couldn't have done it

without the support of our great audience!

(applauding lightly)

We love you, hon!

What?

(applauding lightly)

That was great, Nums.

I can totally see myself being a famous musician.

Sure, we rocked out there. My cheese grating was inspired.

But instead of just sounding great,

what about looking great?

You know what's coming. Super model! Pow!

(crowd cheering)

(disco music playing)

(disco music playing)

(Pipsqueak clears throat)

Chunk? Are you forgetting about someone?

Oh, sorry, Pipsqueak, did you wanna be a super model too?

Oh right, this is about Frankie.

-(snaps) -(gasps)

How about you be a chef? I would totally back that.

Ugh. Thanks, Chunk. I'll think about it.

Anyone have any other suggestions?

What about sports?

You love sports, maybe you should go pro!

What a day for baseball

and Frankie Pamplemousse is on the mound!

And what a pitch!

And what a save! What a goalie!

They don't call her Frankie

'The Puck' Pamplemousse for nothin'!

-Woo-hoo! -Yeah!

(gulps) Huh? Woo-hoo! Hmph.

Oh! And now "Pass-master" Pamplemousse throws a long b*mb!

(panting) (grunts)

(gasps) She heads the ball beautifully!

"Frankie, Queen of the Pitch" strikes again!

Ha!

Frankie can jump! That's the game!

That's all the games!

And that's the end of the sports nicknames!

(cheering)

(giggling)

(straining)

So do you want to practice soccer?

Ah!

(crashes)

She scores!

How 'bout a little catch?

(groans) Nice fastball.

(Mr. Squiggles grunts)

Perhaps you'd like to sh**t...

(straining) ...some hoops?

Ow!

Time out, ref!

Oh! Oh! Mm, mm? Ugh. Pfft.

This puck tastes lousy. Don't pick hockey.

Honestly... gross.

(giggling) You guys are the best!

You're real... (snorting)

... sports!

(all laughing)

Sports...

(laughing)

(laughing)

So, what're you gonna be for your presentation tomorrow?

Yes, which simulation proved to be the most appealing? Hoo!

Yeah, did you pick yet?

Chef slash super model! Chef slash super model!

It sure sounds like fun, Chunk!

But I would love to be

a top notch super space adventurer too.

And being a musician would be so cool. Thanks, Num Nums.

And Pips, there's no way that being a pro athlete

isn't a great idea.

You guys have shown me I have lots of choices.

As long as you pick something you love, you can't go wrong!

(giggling)

-I think I'm gonna sleep on it. -Chunk: Oh!

Chunk: Good idea.

Maybe just don't sleep on me.

Oh! (giggles)

Sorry, Chunk.

(sighs) Night, Zhus.

(crickets chirping)

(birds chirping)

(yawning)

-So, Frankie, did you pick what you want to be? -(yawns)

-Whoa! -(all gasping)

Let's just say I have a few ideas.

She's a vision. A beautiful, confusing vision.

Well, for starters, I'm going to be a pro

athlete-supermodel -chef-astronaut-musician

and anything else I want to be!

Fire fighter-snowboarder! Jet pilot-circus clown!

Dinosaur wrangler-cowboy-judge!

Yee-haw! Case closed!

What do you think?

Brilliant, just brilliant!

And I know brilliant; I'm a scientist.

It's... (sniffles) poetry.

and I'd love to say that boa borrow it some time.h my eye

I think...

...it's awesome!

I may not know exactly what I want to be yet,

but when I decide, I know you Zhus will be there

to help me make it happen!

Freeze, dino-punk! You're coming to space!

(laughing) (straining)

Never! Ooh, soft.

Bring him aboard, Captain.

-Touchdown! -Chunk: Whoa!

(giggling) Hold still!

Vroom!

Fire retro rockets!

Chunk: I'm innocent I tell ya!

Strike! Goal!

Three-pointer! Everyone wins!

(all laughing)

Mom!

Dad! I need a new skateboard!

How was school today, Frankie?

Great, Pipsqueak.

Everything was great until about two minutes ago.

What happened?

Well, I tried the karate

flip-flop chop bunny hop and--

You chopped your skateboard into two nearly identical pieces.

Yup! Mom!

Dad! I need a new--

That's your fourth skateboard in three months.

Yeah, but, Mom, it was an accident.

Kids will be kids.

Accidents do happen.

When we bought you that skateboard, what did we say?

Uh, "here you go?"

We said that if you broke it,

you wouldn't be getting another one.

Yeah, well, I didn't break it,

the accident broke it. So...

We'd better hurry if we're going to the mall.

Good call, Num Nums.

Otherwise we won't have time to stop for ice cream.

I'll get the car keys!

No, no, no, no, we aren't going anywhere.

Wait a minute.

You're both using your serious faces.

Why? Why?

'Cause our faces are being serious?

Well, that's a vague answer.

Frankie, it's time you learn

to take better care of your belongings.

What are you talking about?

I look after my stuff great, right, Zhus?

-(fake coughing) -Hmm, I was pondering something else.

(whistling)

Oh, uh, Ellen, I never noticed how lovely

those drapes are.

It's not just your skateboards, Frankie.

You've been breaking a lot of stuff lately.

What? No. Guys, back me up here.

Um, well, you kinda have been a little... breaky lately.

-Kitchen cartwheel! -(screaming)

♪ Every little tick, every little tock ♪

♪ Don't you ever let that dreamin' stop ♪

♪ Listen to my words, listen to me rock ♪

Woo-hoo! Yay!

Let's go!

Shouldn't we face the other way?

Then how am I supposed to hit the ball over the house, silly?

-(hits ball) -(glass breaking)

Those were all accidents!

(crashing)

Oops. And so was that. Obviously.

Oh, kiddo... (sighing)

Accidents or not,

you need to be more responsible with your things.

Okay, I'll start with my new skateboard!

If you really want to punish me, don't buy a new lamp.

You know how much I... love light?

Uh-huh. Nice try.

Here.

An egg?

Open it, maybe there's a skateboard inside!

Ooh, I love magic!

No magic. It's just a normal egg.

This will be an exercise in responsibility.

If you can keep that egg safe for one week--

(splat, egg cracks)

Ugh. Sorry, what were you saying?

I figured we'd need more than one.

Now, if you can go one week without--

(splat, egg cracks)

Whoa! That is way easier with a basketball.

(groaning)

If you can keep this egg safe for one week--

A full seven days in a row.

Then you get your new skateboard.

Got it. No problem!

Starting... now!

I have a feeling we're going to eat

a lot of eggs over the next little while.

(laughing) We better clean this up.

I got it. Oops.

Well, at least we know who she gets it from.

(imitating) "Well, at least we know who she (mumbles)"

Ellen: I can still hear you.

(clears throat) Uh, nothing dear!

(alarm ringing)

Morning, Frankie.

Your egg made it through the night.

Good start!

Intact, un-cracked and that's a fact!

Thank you very much!

-All right! -Yay!

Time to celebrate with some music.

(giggling)

(laughing and cheering)

Celebrate with breakfast instead.

Stop! Wrong egg!

(chuckling) This is the hard boiled one.

I knew that.

She totally didn't know that.

Mmm. Eggcellent.

It's drum solo delicious! (Laughing)

(egg cracks)

-(groans) -(sighs)

Aw, I didn't mean to do that.

Does that count? It doesn't count, right?

'Cause I didn't mean it.

Yes, Frankie... (sighing)

...that counts.

Here.

Now come with me.

I want to show you something.

What's that for?

I believe it's your egg schedule.

That's right, Squiggles.

Each mark represents a day,

and every day you don't break your egg I remove a mark.

And every time you break your egg,

you're back up to seven days.

You can do it, Frankie!

We believe in you!

Yeah, I got this.

Okay, I'll get a bowl.

Looks like your dad's getting scrambled eggs for breakfast.

Don't worry, Frankie.

With our help, you'll be down to zero in no time!

Thanks Pipsqueak, but no thanks.

You don't want us to lend a paw?

It's my challenge, I have to do it on my own.

No helpies.

(gobbling)

Frankie, wait!

I mean, uh, nothing.

More eggs?

Did you open a breakfast restaurant, Mrs. Pamplemousse?

Um, there's an egg in my coffee.

If she's going to keep breaking 'em,

someone's gotta eat 'em.

(sighs)

(yawning)

May I suggest you move the egg to--

Squiggles. no helping. Good night.

(ringing)

(yawning)

(groaning)

The last one just broke on its own.

Seriously! That egg was a dud.

For lunch today, we're having egg salad sandwiches

on homemade egg bread

with a side of deviled eggs.

Frankie...

we had a hamsters only meeting.

About this very matter.

And you need our help.

-Yeah. You're crazy irresponsible! -All three: Chunk!

Hey, it's a lot harder than it seems!

No one is saying it's easy.

But you have to admit, you've been a little careless.

With our expertise,

we'll make sure your egg lasts the seven days.

Wait. You guys think you'd be better at this than I am?

-Yes. -Sorry.

Precisely!

800%.

Ha! There is no way you'd make it to seven days before me.

All: Yes way!

No way!

Yes way, and we'll prove it.

Come on, Zhus! Ellen!

We're gonna need more eggs!

Oh. It is on.

(straining)

Chunk, what is that?

(straining) What's it look like?

A hairy egg.

Pretty sure it's a coconut.

Pretty sure you're wrong.

Whoa!

Ugh! Chunk!

Well at least my egg didn't break.

Because I'm responsible.

Oh, come on!

Don't worry, Eggy.

I won't let anything happen to you.

(groans) Ugh!

As you can see, no harm will come to my egg because-- whoa!

Ha. See? It's not so easy, is--

Ugh!

Frankie, I'm begging you.

Please get through the week with your egg!

I'm trying, dad, but--

I can't eat any more eggs! I can't!

Scrambled, Benedict, poached, frittata...

It's gotta stop!

(sighs)

I'm sorry we doubted you, Frankie.

Yeah, taking care of a delicate egg

is a lot harder than it looks.

How do chickens do it? How?

Uh... ah! No hands!

Chickens have no hands,

so that they aren't tempted to pick up the eggs.

Smart.

(chuckling) Squiggles, what are you doing?

(typing, calculating)

I don't want to alarm you, Frankie,

but if things continue this way,

you won't get a new skateboard until you're 643 years old!

(gasps) What?

I'll be way too old to skateboard when I'm 643!

I need to focus. I can't let myself get distracted by--

-(bird chirping) -Ooh, look at that bird!

(groaning) Ugh! I might as well accept it.

I'm never going to skateboard again!

(all gasping)

It's going to be okay, Frankie.

I don't see how.

I'll tell you how.

Individually, we are horrible at taking care of an egg,

but together?

Together we can Zhu this!

But does it count if I get help?

Of course it does.

Part of being responsible is knowing when to ask for help.

Zhus, will you please help me take care of my egg?

All: Yeah!

Yeah, haha!

Just get through the week, please.

I'm eating spaghetti and eggs

and that is not a real thing!

Whoa. Huh?

Phew.

(ringing)

(grunts)

Phew!

Zhus: Whoa!

Kidding!

(chuckles)

(yawning)

(alarm ringing)

Today's the day! Woo-hoo!

We did it! Together we were responsible!

Twenty seconds, Frankie!

Bring that egg in here, you responsible young lady!

Both: Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one!

Whoa!

No. Please! No!

Um... Whoa!

Oof!

(gasps) Oof!

(grunts) Huh?

-(laughing) -Ooh!

(gasps)

Zhus: You did it!

Phew. The egg is fine.

Thank you!

Booyah!

Oh! Sorry.

From now on I'll be more responsible...

with everything!

Woo-hoo!

So, uh, what's for breakfast?

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