01x20 - Snowball Bonanza/The Present

[bunniefuu]

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- ♪ We live here, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo ♪

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♪ And through it all, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo ♪

♪ We dance and sing ♪

♪ This is baby ♪

all: ♪ "Baby Shark's Big Show" ♪

- ♪ Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo ♪

- Snowball Bonanza.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- Today on Rayna's radar,

the first snowflake of the season has fallen,

which means it's time for the annual Snowball Bonanza.

For hundreds of years, Carnivore Cove

and their neighbors in Inkington

have competed to win the coveted Crystal Coral.

The rules are simple.

Whoever captures the other team's flag

and gets it back to their town first wins.

But if you get hit by a snowball, you're out.

- Alas.

- Every year, Carnivore Cove loses to Inkington,

but this year is going to be different, I hope.

♪ ♪

- Oh, jaw-some.

We're finally old enough

to compete in the Snowball Bonanza.

- Hey, where's Chucks?

- Whoo, sorry I'm late.

- Good thing you're so speedy.

Mayor Anchovy is about to speak.

- [clears throat]

Splish, splash, every fishy!

Later today, we'll start the big...

- Snowball Bonanza. - Snowball Bonanza.

And we're going to win, or my name isn't--oh, boy.

- Mayor Anchovy. - Mayor Anchovy.

[all cheering]

- Come on, fishies. Let's go practice.

all: Yeah!

- Now, to beat Inkington,

we're gonna need our best snowball skills.

- My snowballs will have those squids

shimmering and shivering.

Ooh.

Let it snow, Hank.

- Ba-dum, ba-dum!

- We'll see how those squids like it when I go fishy-fierce!

[grunting]

- And don't forget my Baby Bash!

Oof, ha!

[upbeat music]

- Time for the sea horsey..,

flop.

[sighs] What can I say?

I've always been better

at frolicking in the snow than throwing it.

- It's okay, Chucks.

We'll train you in the sacred art of snowballing.

♪ ♪

- Ah!

- Let's work on your aim.

Okay, Chucks, ready,

aim, throw!

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

- Hey!

- Oh, sorry! My bad!

- Hmm, oh, since you're so good at throwing your boomerang,

maybe we just need to plop a few snowballs on it.

♪ ♪

- Okay, my sweet boomerang. Do your boomer thing.

♪ ♪

Whoa, ah! all: Ooh.

- Oh, well.

At least I hit something.

[all groan]

♪ ♪

Thanks for trying, my fishies.

But I don't think I'll be much help in the Snowball Bonanza.

[sighs]

Maybe I should sit this one out.

- No way.

We've been waiting our whole teeny tiny lives for this.

We're not doing it without you.

- Baby's right. Fishy friends stick together.

- Okay, I guess this sea horsey can go with the flow.

I'm in! all: Yeah!

[trumpets playing]

- That sound means it's the start of the Snowball Bonanza.

Who will win? No fishy knows.

But probably Inkington.

- All right, squiddos.

While you go capture Inkington's flag,

the rest of us fishies will stay here and protect ours.

all: Go Carnivore Cove!

- Baby, we're counting on you

and your friends to win the bonanza.

- Don't worry, Mommy.

We won't let Carnivore Cove down.

Right, fishies?

all: Yeah.

- [groans]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Inkington's just up ahead.

- All right, squidets.

Let's show Carnivore Cove why Inkington is so tenta-cool.

[laughs]

[all laughing]

all: Aha!

- There's the flag. And no squidy is guarding it.

[cheers and laughter]

- [gasps] Le gasp, it's a trap.

- Swim for cover! - [whimpering]

- Talk about a cold reception. - Come on.

Let's bust out our snowball skills and get that flag.

- Great idea, Vola. And while you fishes do that,

this sea horsey will...

stay here and hide.

- All right, crew.

Let's snow 'em what we're made of.

♪ ♪

- We're live from Inkington, where Carnivore Cove

has dispatched their most elite snowballers.

And one of them's my son.

- Fishy-fierce!

- Ya, ya, ya, ya!

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya!

all: Aww.

♪ ♪

- Ba-dum, ba-dum!

♪ ♪

- Baby bash!

[grunts]

♪ ♪

- Whoa.

[grunting]

- Whoa. - Ooh.

- Whoa.

I sure wish I had a special snowball skill.

♪ ♪

- We got all the squids out. The flag is ours.

♪ ♪

Oof.

- Oh, my gills.

It's Inkington's top snowballer, Keith.

♪ ♪

- Keith!

- He seems nice.

♪ ♪

all: Ahh, swim away!

- [gasps]

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- My fishies, no!

♪ ♪

- It's so cold.

- Here. Try the hot cocoa.

- Mm, that's much better.

- Aw, bubble busters. We're out.

- Keith!

- [sighs]

- I hope it's going better back in Carnivore Cove.

[dramatic music]

- Ahh, shark down!

♪ ♪

- Oh!

♪ ♪

- Go ahead, Mayor Squids. Make my day.

- Consider it made.

♪ ♪

- Gah, I can't see through the ink.

- Whoo-hoo, I got it! [laughs]

- No, no, no! What are we gonna do?

- It's up to the little gups now.

[soft music]

- Breaking news.

Inkington has Carnivore Cove's flag, per usual.

- Come on, Chucks! We believe in you!

- Sorry, but I can't do this.

I don't have any special snowball skills.

- It's okay, Chucks.

There's just nothing faster

than those squids' speedy snowballs.

- [gasps] Wait, there is!

It's you, Chucks!

- Yeah, you're so fast.

You can outswim Keith's snowballs

and get the flag back to Carnivore Cove.

- You're right.

I may not have a special snowball skill,

but I do have something that makes me special.

This dude has a need for speed.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

♪ I couldn't aim if I tried, why win a snowball fight ♪

♪ When you're the fastest seahorse in the Cove? ♪

all: ♪ Oh, oh ♪

- ♪ I zoom like a Lambo-gilly, fast like a leopard fishy ♪

♪ Try catching up when you're so slow ♪

♪ Seahorses are so great, seahorses never quit ♪

♪ Faster, faster, faster, got that fin-tastic factor ♪

♪ I'm a speed horse ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, I'm a speed horse ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ I'll leave you in my wake, I'm gonna save the day ♪

♪ Winning for my friends, I'm a speed horse ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, I'm a speed horse ♪

♪ Na, na, na, na, na ♪

♪ I'm the fastest steed in the seven seas ♪

♪ I win it for my friends ♪

♪ I'm a speed horse ♪

- ♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na ♪

- ♪ Faster, faster, faster till the flag is finally captured ♪

♪ Gonna win it for my friends ♪

- Whoo, ha-ha! - We won.

- In a surprise turn of events that no fishy saw coming,

Carnivore Cove wins the Snowball Bonanza.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo! You did it, Chucks!

- Whoa, I guess I did.

But I couldn't have done it without you fishies.

all: Aww.

♪ ♪

- Congratula-fins, Mayor Anchovy.

It is my unusual honor to present your town

with the Crystal Coral.

♪ ♪

all: Whoa.

- In honor of our town's first victory,

I'd like to invite you Inktonians

to celebrate with us.

- We squids do love a soiree.

What do you think, Keith?

- Keith! - Chucks!

- That's my Keith. Huzzah!

- The Present.

[upbeat music]

- Okay, every fishy.

It's time to draw sharks for Secret Santa Jaws.

Same rules as always.

Choose a piece of paper,

and find the perfect gift for that shark.

- Ooh. - Now, no hints.

You've got to keep your Secret Santa Jaws a secret

until the gift exchange tonight.

- I love giving presents secretly.

I feel like a gift-giving secret agent.

- It's your turn, Baby.

And remember, don't say what shark you got.

Got it? - Got it.

[tense music]

[gasps]

Mmgh, mm, mm!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

I picked Mommy!

[sighs]

[gasps] Oh, no, I picked Mommy!

She's the best gift giver of us all.

So I have to get her the perfect gift.

But what could that be?

♪ ♪

William, I need your help. I'm Mommy's Secret Santa Jaws.

- But isn't that a good thing? - Well, yes.

Except Mommy always gives the perfect gifts.

And now I have to find the perfect gift for her,

so I don't let her down.

♪ ♪

♪ Teeny tiny stockings with teeny tiny stuffers ♪

♪ Like minty chum yums and flipper slippers ♪

♪ Mommy is the perfect present giver ♪

♪ Upgrades for Grandpa's recliner ♪

♪ A tail rest, a fin massager ♪

♪ Brand-new blue shark tooth speakers ♪

♪ Mommy is the perfect present giver ♪

♪ A Fish-mas card with my face on it ♪

♪ A button that goes-- ♪ - Ah!

- ♪ When you press it ♪ - Ah, ah!

- ♪ Ooh, a sea's best dad and dad-dad's mug ♪

♪ A guitar amp and guitar-proof earplugs ♪

♪ Perfect present giver ♪

♪ She's the perfect present giver ♪

♪ Perfect present giver ♪

♪ She's the perfect present giver ♪

♪ Check out this new teeny tiny treasure chest ♪

♪ For my teeny tiny treasures ♪

♪ 'Cause Mommy knows me best ♪

♪ Perfect present giver ♪

♪ She's the perfect present giver ♪

♪ Perfect present giver ♪

♪ Perfect giver ♪

- ♪ Perfect present giver ♪ - ♪ Oh ♪

- ♪ She's the Perfect present giver ♪

- ♪ Mommy is the perfect present giver ♪

- ♪ Perfect present giver ♪

♪ She's the perfect present giver ♪

- I see what you mean. What are you going to give her?

- I don't know. It's a total mystery.

That's why this is a case for Detective Baby Shark.

- And William Watson.

both: Fish-mas Edition.

♪ ♪

- We are about to question our key witness, Daddy Shark.

- Surely he'll know the perfect gift for your mom.

- So, Daddy Shark, if that is in fact your real name,

you probably know why we're here.

- Okay, I did it.

I replaced the bubble berry brownies with kelp salad.

I'm so sorry, but they were cavities waiting to happen.

- Ha, a confession!

But, Dr. Shark, we aren't investigating a missing treat.

- Huh, you aren't? Well, that's a relief.

- All we want to know is,

what's the perfect Fish-mas gift for Mommy?

- You want to know the perfect gift for Mommy?

Oh, is that all?

[laughs]

- What's so funny, Dr. Shark?

- The perfect gift for Mommy doesn't exist.

[laughs]

Oh, boy. I've tried a million times.

But the only fishy

who knows the perfect gift for Mommy is...

Mommy.

[laughs]

- William, why are you laughing?

- I have no idea.

Oh, that was fun.

Laughter is like a little vacation for my face.

Too bad your dad wasn't more helpful.

- He was.

If the only fishy who knows what to get Mommy is Mommy,

there's only one thing left to do.

- What's that?

- The Secret Santa Jaws is about to get even secreter.

I'm going undercover to hang out with my mommy.

- But, Baby, you hang out with your mom all the time.

- I know, but now I'm doing it

for super secret gift-giving purposes.

- I understand. Good luck on the case.

If you need me, I'll be making fin-gerbread houses

with my mom.

- Fin-gerbread houses, huh?

That just might be crazy enough to work.

- The subject is in sight.

- Hi, Baby.

Why are you wearing your detective cap?

- Wh--detective, who? Not me.

[laughs]

Anyways, wanna make a fin-gerbread house with me?

- Sure, but no tasting until the house is done.

Last year we didn't have a roof.

And done.

- Not quite. We still need to put some fin-gerbread gifts

under the fin-gerbread tree. Say, if you could pick a gift

to put under the tree, what would it be?

- Whatever the fin-gerbread fish who lives here wants.

- How thoughtful.

- Hey, I think we need more icing.

- More icing coming up.

Oopsie.

- Okay, we have to take a picture.

Say, "Fingerbread fun."

- Fingerbread fun.

Subject distracting me by making me have fun.

I'll have to get the information another way.

- What was that, Baby?

- Nothing. Hey, you know what we haven't done in a while?

- What?

- Sledding is a great idea, Baby Shark.

- Nothing brings out a confession

like a good thrill.

Mommy will have to tell me her perfect gift now.

- What do you say?

Should we make sledding our new tradition?

- Sure. And we can also make it a part of the tradition

to name the thing we want most. You go first.

- What I want most is to win this race.

- What race?

- This one. Whoo!

- Hey, wait up. I'm hot on your tail fin.

- Not for long.

- Whoop-de-doo.

- Get ready for a photo finish. Whoo.

- That was so much fun.

Oh, and our shell-fie turned out great.

- Race you back up the hill.

- Finding Mommy's perfect gift is harder than I thought.

I'm running out of time.

- Okay. My snow fish is ready.

On the count of three, let's reveal them.

both: One. Two. Three.

- Presenting Snow Baby.

- Presenting Snow Mommy.

- Wow. It looks just like me.

- No, I Think Snow Mommy is missing something.

- Really? - Yeah.

What do you think she needs? A scarf? Ear muffs?

- Oh, I know what she needs.

- Really? What?

- She needs more snow?

- Mommy.

- Sorry to interrupt you to snow angels,

but it's time for Secret Santa Jaws.

- Already?

- Okay. But before we head inside, say, "Snow fishy."

- Snow fishy.

I'm out of time, and this case is colder than my snow fish.

- Okay, sharks. It's time for Secret Santa Jaws.

- Surprise! I'm your Secret Santa Jaws.

- A cavity-free cookbook. Thanks, mom.

- There's a no-cavity bubbleberry brownie recipe

in there.

- Hey, this one's for you, pops.

- A strap for my electric guitar.

Thanks, son.

- Merryfish, my sweety fins.

- Ooh! A singing bowl for meditating?

- Close. You and me are starting a band.

- Baby, you okay? -

Mommy, I'm your Secret Santa Jaws,

but they don't have anything for you.

I tried to figure out the perfect gift, but I couldn't.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, Baby. You've already given me the perfect gift.

- I did?

- Yes, the time we spent together today.

- But you can't even wrap that. - That's okay.

- The best gift you can give to the fishies you love

is the gift of spending time with them.

- Well then, my present to you

is that we'll do this every year.

- Sounds perfect. And guess what?

I was your Secret Santa Jaws too.

- It's a photo album from today.

Wow. Thanks, mom. Case closed.

- What was that?

- Nothing.

all: ♪ It's the end, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo ♪

♪ It's the end, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo ♪

♪ It's the end, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo ♪

♪ It's the end of our show, but don't go ♪

♪ Let's just flow to the next episode of baby ♪

♪ "Baby Shark's Big Show" ♪

♪ Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo ♪

- Pinkfong.