01x05 - Hide and Seek

[bunniefuu]

[opening theme song playing]

[gasps]

Oh!

[gasps]

Honk honk!

Trash Truck!

-Yay!
-[chuckles]

[giggles]

Let's go!

Woo-hoo!

Come on!

-[chuckles] Hey! They're here!
-Hi, Trash Truck.

-[honks]
-Hey, guys!

-Hey, Hank.
-[Ms. Mona] Hi, boys.

[Donny] We're gonna have some fun!

-[Hank] Yeah!
-[Trash Truck chuckles]

[all laughing together]

[Hank reading]

[guitar music playing]

[Hank] One… two…

three… four…

five… six…

seven, eight, nine, ten!

Ready or not, here I come!

-[brakes hiss]
-Huh?

A-ha!

Ah!

[ribbits]

Aw.

Ah!

Aw.

Hmm.

[gasps, chuckles]

-[brakes hiss]
-Huh?

[Trash Truck snickering]

-Ah!
-[honks]

I found you!

-[giggles]
-[chuckles]

Okay, now it's my turn.

-[grunting]
-[gasps]

Hmm. [gasps]

[humming]

Hmm. Oh, my!

Ahem.

Hank, love, your bum is blocking my view.

[whispers] Oh, sorry, Ms. Mona.

I'm hiding.

Well, I bet you could find
a better hiding spot over there.

-See?
-Oh!

Okay. Thanks.

-Hank?
-Hm?

-Hi.
-Whatcha doin'?

-I'm hiding.
-Why? Are you in trouble?

-Is someone mad at you?
-What? No!

Ooh, I know! It's bath time, isn't it?

I know how much you hate baths.

No. Shh!

Oh, come on!
You can tell me. What did you do?

Hank? Hank? Hank? Hank?

[sighs] Donny, it's a game.

It's called hide-and-seek.

Wow, I love hide-and-seek!

-[Walter] Me, too!
-How do you play? Walter, listen up.

I was listening.

Okay, it's easy.

You hide, your friend counts,
and then they try to find you.

That's the game.

Yeah, I like it.

I'm hiding from Trash Truck now,
[whispers] so you gotta be quiet.

I was born for this game! Love it.

Uh, so… when you're hiding,

could you hide…

like this?

Shh! Donny, you're gonna give me away!

Hey! What about this?

-Is this a good spot?
-Wow.

-Or this? What about here?
-[Hank] Donny!

-How about here?
-Shh, Donny!

I'm feeling good about this one.
Walter, can you see me?

Yep.

-Uh-huh.
-Nuh-uh.

Are you serious?

Is it my tail? It's my tail, isn't it?

[chuffs] Hmm.

[gasps] Hmm.

[grunts]

-[Donny] Hide with me here.
-[Walter] Okay.

-[Hank] Shh!
-[Donny] What did you say?

-Hang on.
-Oh, no.

Let me climb up on these cans
where I can hear you better!

[metal clattering]

Whoopsie doodle. My bad.

Donny! Shh!

Walter! Hey!

[strains] Help me out!

-I'm stuck!
-Yup!

-I told ya I'd be good at this game.
-Ooh.

Ugh.

Where'd Trash Truck go?

-[honks loudly]
-Ah!

[all laughing]

Hey, wait. That wasn't fair!

Donny gave me away.

What? No.

Okay, now it's our turn. You guys go hide.

Walter and I will do the… What is it?

-You have to count!
-Yeah! We'll count.

All right, now go! You hide! Go!

Okay, remember what Hank said.
Step one, count.

-Yeah.
-How do you count?

[playful music playing]

[panting]

Hmm.

[grunts]

Hmm…

Psst. Trash Truck, over here!

Mm-mm.

[grunts]

One…

-Right? That was it, right?
-Mm-hmm.

Yes! Nailed it!

All right. What is next?

-Two.
-Right, right, right.

One, two…

Three.

Huh? I don't know.
That doesn't sound right.

Okay. What about this? One, two…

Uh… ladybug…

uh… rock… pinecone…

stick…

feather.

All right. Ready or not, here we come!

[snoring]

Come on, Walter. Just wake up.

Wake up!

[inhales] Three…

[Donny] I love hide-and-seek.
Ready or not, here we come!

Ooh! That's a good spot.

-A-ha!
-[squeaks]

Aw, I really thought we had 'em that time.

[both giggling]

Oh, this is the perfect spot.

They'll never find us in here!

Mm-hmm!

Are you getting itchy?

[groans]

Hmm.

[straining]

Hey, Walter.

-Yeah?
-Do you hear that?

[slow gasp]

Ugh, we can't scratch.

We'll give ourselves away.

Hmm, that’s weird.

Sounded like it was coming
from over here.

[sniffing]

-Could've sworn I heard something.
-[chuffs]

-[sniffs]
-Hey, Walter!

Can trash trucks climb trees?

No.

No? Are you sure?

-Yes.
-Wait. Yes, he can climb trees?

Uh… I don't-- I don't know.

Ugh, all this seeking is wearing me out.

Oh, hey, you gotta come try this!

Trash Truck,
I think this bush is making us itchy!

[grunts]

[straining]

-[whispers] I need to scratch!
-[Donny] Oh, man.

-This is a good scratching stick, right?
-Good stick.

Oh, hey!

It's that sound again.

It sounds like
it's coming from somewhere nearby.

Huh. That bush reminds me of Trash Tru--

-Hey, wait a second!
-What?

-Haha! Found ya!
-We found you!

-So itchy!
-[grunts]

Oh, dear.

[clears throat]

Ms. Mona, is that you?

[gasps] Oh, dear.

Ah, the itching won't stop, Ms. Mona!

-[whimpers]
-I'll be right back.

Ooh, I told you I'd be good at this game.

Oh, no. She's getting the book.

Oh-h*-h*, the book!

[grunts] Ah!

The Outback Ouchies. Let's see here.

I think we'll be able to find a diagnosis.

Jelly stings…

spider venom, snake fangs,
crocodile bites…

Oh, yes! Here it is.

-Rashes!
-Rashes?

No, too bumpy.
Too lumpy. A little too oozy.

Here we are. Poison oak!

Wow, poison oak.

-It says here that a doctor can help.
-Oh, not the doctor!

Oh, Hank. It'll be fine.

It says here that a doctor
can help determine the best treatment.

So, you see, we need to--

-[Donny] Uh…
-Oh, dear.

[Hank] Trust me.
You do not wanna go to the doctor.

They stick things
in your ears and nose and mouth.

[grunts]

And there's this hammer
that they whack against your knee.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

[gasps]

Actually, that part's kind of fun.

Walter, look at this.

Oh, man, it's gross.

Oh, I feel bad for that guy.

[mystery music]

Check out this page! It's my favorite.

[sniffs] Hmm.

[music stops]

[Hank] Whatever we do,
we are not going to the doctor's!

-No matter what.
-[grunts]

Found ya!

It's no use, Ms. Mona!
We're not going to the doctor's.

Let me have a look at you.

Oof!

You boys really got it bad.

A doctor would really
help you feel better,

but if you don't want to go,
maybe it'll get better on its own.

In a little while.

Okay.

[chuffs]

Just don't scratch,
because it'll make it worse.

[strains, whispers] Just… don't… scratch.

[Trash Truck straining]

[both grunt]

I don't think we can wait a little while.
Can you take us to the doctor's?

Oh, I'd love to.

Come on, Trash Truck.
It can't be worse than a bath.

[whimpers]

[snivels, inhales]

Oh, great. This is not so bad. Right?

[quavers]

[music intensifies]

[Hank] Stick it in your nose… nose… nose.

[echoing] Whack!

[quavers, exhales]

You ready, Trash Truck?

You excited?

-[whimpers]
-Eh?

[Ms. Mona] Trash Truck?

It's going to be okay. I promise.

Mmm.

[whispers] Donny, want one?

-[creaking]
-[gasps]

[quavers]

-[suspense stops abruptly]
-Hi! You must be Hank and Trash Truck.

Well, I'm Dr. Goh.
Says here you have a case of the itchies.

-[whimpers]
-[laughs]

-Are they gonna need surgery?
-[chuckles] No. Thank you, Donny.

Mmm.

So tell me what happened
while I have a look.

Well, Trash Truck and I
were playing hide-and-seek…

Now, say, "Ah."

Ah.

[muffled voice]
And we were having a very hard time

finding a place
that would work for both of us.

-[sighs]
-Oh, okay. [exhales]

Now, give me a deep breath.

[exhales]

And we finally found
a perfect spot behind a bush.

Oh, well, I understand.
A good hiding spot is hard to find.

Then what happened?

-[music suddenly intensifies]
-[gasps]

Relax your leg.

[giggles]

But we scratched and we scratched
and we scratched,

but we're still itchy.
And that's why we're here.

Hm, yeah.

Sounds like poison oak.
The good news is it's totally curable.

What? Do we have to take medicine?

Well, Donny, lucky for you and Walter,
animals don't get poison oak.

All right. I'll see you guys later.

-Come on, Walter.
-I love this place. Doctors are the best.

[chuckles]

Hold on, Trash Truck.
Let me get a good look at you first.

Now, say, "Ah."

[loud honk]

I'm a bit surprised
that you're showing the same symptoms.

Never seen a trash truck
with poison oak before.

Don't worry.
I've got just the thing for both of you.

This lotion
will make you feel much better.

See? Not so bad?

You'll be out
playing hide-and-seek in no time.

Well, that should do it.

Ms. Mona, just make sure,
twice a day. Hank takes a nice, long bath.

[gasps] A bath?

[chuckles]

I guess that's
a car wash for you, Trash Truck.

[gasps, bellows]

[ending theme song playing]