01x22 - Harvest Dinner/Winner Winner

[bunniefuu]

[theme music plays]

♪♪ One, two
One, two, three ♪four ♪

♪ La la la la
La la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

[chicken clucks]

[Bill]
I'm not one to boast,

but gosh darn it,
ya done good, Bill Green.

Growin' this year's harvest
in the city was no easy task.

It took delicate care,

an incredible amount
of hard work.

-[munching]
- There were pests...

-[growls]
-[screams]

But Bill,
you even handled that.

Good golly, this may be
my finest crop ever.

Gee, Dad, I've never
seen ya cry

from cuttin' onions before.

I'm not cryin'
from the onion.

I'm cryin' 'cause I love 'em.

Yeah, but how much
do ya love me?

Mmm. Enough.

[knocking on door]

[both]
Mom's here!

-We're comin'!
-[rooster crows]

Phew! That ol' rooster's
mean as ever!

-Mom!
-Mama!

[laughs] Hey there,
chicken tenders!

Hey, Alice.
Great to see you.

[growls, barks]

Aah! [gasping]

[chuckles]

Guess who!

Nancy! Glad you could make it.

Of course! I'd be crazy
to miss out on

your famous harvest dinner.

Hey, what do you think
about givin' me a hand?

Me, help you cook?

Uh, we never worked well
in the kitchen.

You're very...

Yes?

Particular?

Nonsense!
You're helpin' me out.

We can start
by preppin' our spices.

Oh, no! We're out of paprika!

My stew is nothing
without paprika!

Stay calm, Bill.

Paprika can be bought
at a store.

I could make that run
for ya, Bill.

No, no, I need your help
with the veggies.

Besides, I've already got
the perfect person in mind.

One, two, three, not it!
Phew! Dodged a chore b*llet.

I didn't mean you, Cricket.

[Gramma]
Well, ya better not
be talkin' about me.

I ain't your errand boy,
and you can't make me--

[Bill] Don't worry, Ma.
Wasn't thinkin' of you, either.

The perfect person
for this job is... Tilly!

-[both] Tilly?
-[Bill] Tilly.

Tilly? Sorry.
I was in the middle

of a staring contest
with this spider.

It's tough, 'cause they got
so many eyes.

Tilly, can I trust you
to bring back paprika
from the store?

You can count on me, Papa!

What? You think I can't
focus long enough
to do the job right?

And do you think I'm too old?
That my memory's bad, huh?

What? No!
Besides, five seconds ago,

neither one of you
wanted to go!

-But we changed our minds!
-All right, fine.

I have an equally important job
for the both of you.

Well, why didn't you say so?

I need you to watch...

...this pie!

-Huh?
-Huh? Pie?

It's very important.

So do not take your eyes
off of it.

Here's some money, sweetie.
I know you won't let me down.

I will not rest
until I have your paprika, Papa!

Now, remember, you two,
protect that pie.

Why, I never!
He thinks we're dumb enough

to just sit here
and watch a pie!

Yeah! This is a bogus job!

What's it gonna do, run away?

This stupid pie
is too stupid for legs!

I hate you!
I hate you, stupid pie!

We could do Tilly's job
just as well as she could!

Let's go prove it!

'Prika for Papa,
paprika for Papa,

-paprika for Papa--
-[Cricket and Gramma screaming]

Hold on.
Gotta catch my breath.

-[Gramma panting]
-Shouldn't have screamed

all the way here.

Cricket? Gramma?

But if you're here,

then who's watchin' the pie?!

No one. It's a pie.

But ya know, the pie
could really use

someone like you, Tilly.

What do ya say we switch jobs?

Doesn't watchin' a pie
sound like fun?

Why, yes, it does.
But Papa gave me a job,

and I will not be thwarted.

-A-good day, sirs!
-Tilly, wait!

Dang! Now, we'll never
prove to Dad that we're capable.

Never give up, boy!

All we gotta do
is beat Tilly to the store,

then get home first!

Good idea, Gramma!
Follow me.

I know the perfect shortcut.

All right, pal. I'll give ya
one last chance to talk.

Strong silent type, huh?

I've dealt
with your kind before.

Aah! Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha!

Thanks for lettin' me
help out, Bill.

You can finally see
my culinary skills in action.

Ha-cha!

Wow, heh heh, you're really

gettin' into the spirit
of things.

Those 'maters ready yet?

Oh, yeah! Tomatoes ready
for launch! Pew!

Hoo, whoa, there! [chuckles]

What a... fun way
of doin' that.

OK, next up, we need
the horseradish sauce.

Sauce, comin' right up!

Just gotta... [grunts]
There we go!

Whoops! Missed a drop.
[blows raspberry]

Ha ha! I would've
measured that out first,
but... it's fine.

Soon, we'll need
the vegetables.

-Got 'em right here!
-No, not yet! The broth...

[slowed down]
...isn't simmered yet!

Ah, well, no big deal.

It all cooks the same,
am I right?

[chuckles] Yeah, you're right.

Be strong, Bill.
Be strong for the stew.

Come on, Gramma!
If we move fast enough,

we'll beat Tilly to the store!

This is your shortcut?

Quickest way
to move around the city!

I've got the whole thing
mapped out!

[grumbling]

Ta-da! Nope.

Ta-da! Nope!

[roars]

Ta-da! Nope.

Well, five more times
oughta do it!

That's it! I'm takin' charge.

-Come on, Cricket.
-Hewwo?

[Nancy]
♪ Doo da doo
stirrin' the stew ♪

♪ Stirrin' the stew-hoo-hoo ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You're stirrin' too fast!

You gotta push and pull
the broth!

[mumbling]
You gotta push and pull...

Push and pull.
Here, let me show ya.

Bill, I know how to stir
a pot of stew.

See, I told you.
You get particular

about your cookin'.

[growling] Git, you!

-[Bill muttering]
-Go on!

'Prika for Papa,
paparika Papapa,

Papa paprika, Papapa...

[Gramma]
There's our target.

Nice work catchin' up
to Tilly, Gramma.

But she's still so far
ahead of us.

How are we ever
gonna beat her to the store?

Eh?

I know just the way!
Come on, Cricket!

-Wha--!
-Let's boogie!

[screaming]

Huh?

-Weehoo!
-[laughing] Whoo!

[both grunt]

Whoo-hoo! Dirt!

Ha ha! That oughta do it.

[whistling]

[gasps] I forgot
to feed my cat!

-[truck beeping]
-[both exclaiming]

Yeah, that did it, all right.

Well, we lost some time,

but I think we made it
to the grocery store
before Tilly.

[gasps] Gramma, look!

Tilly's already here!

Sweet beans, that girl's fast!

We gotta move!

[both]
Yah!

[both grunting]

All we gotta do is get the...
get the...

Ding dang it, I can't remember!

Darn this antique brain!

Cricket! What did Bill want?

Ooh, gummy turtles!

[gasps] Watermelon cookie-o's?!

-Focus up, boy!
-Aah!

Don't you see what we're doin'?

We're provin' Bill's point.

-[gasps] No!
-We have to hurry.

Your sister's
probably already-- [gasps]

Checkin' out?!
Think, boy!

What are we here to buy?!

[groans] Focus, Cricket, focus!

Tilly kept sayin' a word
that sounded like "Papa."

Papa? [gasps]

Papayas!
It must be papayas!

We did it, Gramma!
Let's go through self-checkout.

It'll be faster!

[both screaming]

-[both laughing]
-At this rate,

we'll beat Tilly to the house
with time to spare!

Whoa! Hold on, Gramma!

There she is. Look at her.

So naive, so unsuspecting.

I can't wait to see
the look on her face

when we get to Dad first
and give him the papaya and--

Wait, that's--
that's not a papaya.

Is that what we
were supposed to get?!

[muffled scream]

What are we gonna do?!

There's no time
to go back to the store!

I can't believe it.
Dad was right! [grunts]

Never admit your mistakes!

Bill doesn't have to know
that we're failures.

All we gotta do
is switch our papaya

for... Tilly's thing!

Gramma, you're a genius!

Meow.

[gasps] A lost kitty?

C'mere, kitty!
Where are ya, kitty?

Do ya need someone
to love you?

-Huh. I coulda sworn--
-[crosswalk sign beeps]

Oh! Thank you,
lil' crosswalk ghost.

[both laughing]

-[Gramma screaming]
-Gramma, I'm comin'!

OK, I measured the flour.

Oh, good! And I see you used
a liquid measuring cup

for a dry ingredient.
Well, that's fine.

I'll just do it myself.

Oh, come on, Bill.
It's close enough.

Close enough?
There is a recipe.

Cookin' isn't about
doin' whatever you want.

[grunts] Bill, let go.

You don't have to control
every little thing.

Well, someone has to!

You know, I thought comin' back
would mean a fresh start,

but I guess I was wrong. Aah!

[both coughing]

Now, Nancy, I need you
to understand that--

[laughing]

[snorts, laughing]

Ah! I guess we do
have the some ol' problems, huh?

Well, we're still
the same people, after all.

And you know, that's OK.
Despite our differences,

you'll always be part
of this family.

-[door opens]
-[Cricket imitates fanfare]

We're back from the store!

Cricket? Ma? What the heck
is goin' on?

We got your thingie
from the store.

You thought we couldn't do it,
but then we did it! Ha!

This is empty.

-Empty?
-But how?

[imitates fanfare]

I knew they'd pull
something like this,

so I had the paprika
in my pocket for safe-keepin'.

For you, Papa.

Oh! It was red sand.

Yep, red sand.
That was my second guess.

Uh, well, thank you, Tilly.

But you two-- You should be
ashamed of yourselves.

What about the job
I actually asked you to do?

Who was watchin' the pie?

Oh, come on, Dad.
We all know

that wasn't a real job.

The pie is coolin'
on the windowsill

right where we left it.

[Cricket and Gramma gasp]

-It's gone?!
-That was a real job?!

Well, of course it was!

They're all sorts of critters

that could get into that pie!

Cats, the goat,

or most likely,
that mean ol' rooster.

That's why
I gave you two the job!

You could've defended the pie,

where Tilly probably woulda
shared it with the animals.

It's true, I would!

[sneezes]

So, you, uh... did trust us.

Well, yeah. Different people
are suited for different jobs.

Yep. Everyone has their own way
of goin' about things.

Well, I sure do feel
like a dog in a cone.

[Cricket sighs]
I wish there was a way

to get back in Dad's
good graces.

[both gasp]

Cricket, look!

The rooster's got the pie!

[clucks menacingly]

[crows]

Come on, Gramma.
Let's do the job

we were born to do!

[both screaming]

-[rooster howling]
-[punches landing]

Mmm-mmm! That was delicious!

Congrats on another
successful harvest dinner, Bill.

Ahh, couldn't have done it
without ya, Nance.

And I couldn't have done it
without Tilly's paprika.

[slurps] You're welcome, Papa!

But I'm ready for pie!

Whoo-boy! [laughs]

Ain't she a beaut?
Just a couple

of chicken feathers
here and there.

Great job gettin' the pie back,
you two!

Yep! You were right, Dad.

We're the best dang
rooster wranglers

-you've ever seen!
-[coughs]

-Gimme a piece of that pie!
-Ooh, pass another slice
of pie over here.

No, Cricket, one is enough.

[Cricket]
What do you mean, "no"?

Our new community center
membership

should do us all some good.

If anyone asks,
you're both under six.

Goo goo, ga ga!

Call me "Baby Tilly"!

Smells like socks.

I want nothin' to do
with this place.

Now, Ma, the reason you're here
is to get ya movin'.

You're as stiff as a board!

You bite yer tongue!

I'm as limber
as a wet noodle!

What are ya doin'?

I'm touchin'... my toes...

Oh, come on, Gramma.
This place is great!

They got all sorts
of neat stuff!

There's these things!

Ooh, trophies!

This thing!

And these trophies.

This place!
[laughing]

-Sorry! Sorry, fellas!
-Ah! Look at that!

-Sorry for the intrusion.
Get outta here!
-[laughing]

[sighs] Son, listen.

I'm takin' your Gramma
to somethin'

called a "Boomba Class."

I need you and your sister
to behave.

-Uh, Tilly?
-I'm gonna go explore!

Cricket! [groans]
Just be good, OK, sweetie?

-[Gramma yelps]
-OK, Papa.

[Tilly]
Each one of these trophies

is a story of triumph.

Contests of mind,
body, and spirit.

Tempered through the flame
of competition

and immortalized in plastic
painted to look gold.

[exhales]

What I would give
to have one for myself.

[whistle blows]

All right, everyone,
gather 'round!

I, Community Sue,

director of
the community center,

award you, Mitchell,
this first place trophy!

-[gasps]
-And that concludes

our badminton tournament.

-[kids laughing]
-Yeah!

Excuse me.

How do I get
one of those fancy trophies?

[stammering gibberish]

You don't just get a trophy!

You've got to win a trophy!

Like I did in '95,
'96, and '98!

Don't ask about '97.

I see. Do ya think
you could teach me

how to be a winner?

-That depends.
-[glass breaking]

You'll have to fight
for your trophy.

Are you willing
to get your hands dirty?

Oh. I don't know, ma'am.

These hands are for helpin'.
And also this.

Good enough!
Let's get started!

All right, community center,

let's see what kind
of wonders you hold.

Behind the bleachers
is a strange underworld

of candy bar wrappers.

Fascinatin' discoveries
lie around every corner.

So much to take in. Huh?

What the heck is a door
doin' way up there?

My greatest discovery!

So bored!

Hey, guys! Why are y'all
just sittin' around?

[groans] This place
has nothing to do.

What are you, crazy?
Have you not seen

that mysterious door up there?

Oh. What about it?
That's been there forever.

And you've never wondered
what's inside?

I guess I never
thought about it before.

Exactly! I mean,
what's the only possible reason

someone would put a door
way up there?

To confuse ghosts?

Or to hide something good!
It could be anything!

Maybe it's a secret
bank robbers' hideout!

-[horse neighs]
- Or a horse
that can read minds!

Or it could be the world's
largest ham sandwich.
Who knows?

Just think. Anything could be
behind that door. Anything!

It could be filled
with ice cream!

-Video games!
-An army of skeleton men!

Exactly! Mystery and adventure
can be fun anywhere

if you look hard enough!
That's why today,

we're gonna find out
what's behind that door!

-[cheering]
-Mystery door!

Well, Ma, this is it.

Now, let's go get your back
straightened out.

[music playing]

What in the dang world?!

Increíble!
Nice work, everybody!

I can see everybody
really loosening up over here.

No, thank you.

Come on, Ma. Give it a shot!

[music playing loudly]

What did you say, boy?

I can't hear a dang thing
over this awful music!

He said to give it a shot!

I feel more limber already!
Whoo-hoo!

I'm as limber
as I wanna be.

[straining]

Ah! Ooh! Gonna feel that
in the mornin'.

OK, Tilly Green,

give me 15
of your best sit-ups.

Hello... Mister...
Caterpillar...

-[Community Sue] Tilly!
-Come back later.

I'll show you my trophy.

Tilly, you have
to take this seriously

if you want that trophy.

Your mind has
to be sharp, focused.

Your body must be poised
with k*ller instinct
at all times!

[chuckles] Mr. Caterpillar,
you're too close to my face.

We're gonna have
to kick this up a notch!

[music playing]

[no audible dialogue]

[no audible dialogue]

I did it! [sighs]
Thank you, Community Sue.

I'm gonna dedicate
my trophy to you!

Oh, no, no, no, no!

That was only the beginning.

You've still gotta compete
for your trophy!

-Huh? What's goin' on?
-[bell rings]

Boxing was how
I became a winner,

and now, it's your turn!

Donawitz! Get in the ring!

[growling]

Gulp.

Almost there.
Just a little closer.

[all straining]

Why did you guys
make me the base?

Hang in there.
I almost got it.

My muscles... are...
protesting!

[all exclaiming]

[all grunting, moaning]

[gasps]

[grunting] I made it! [gasps]

Did we do it? Did he make it?

Don't talk. You have
to conserve your energy.

That's a bad scuff.

We may need to amputate.

Remy, you hold on!
I'm comin' back down!

Don't you dare!
We have to know.

You have to go
inside that room. [coughs]

Go. For all of us.

Your sacrifice
will not be in vain.

Whatever amazing things
lie behind this door

are gonna be worth it.

-I promise.
-[Kiki gasps]

All right, door.
Time to unlock your mysteries!

Ha-cha!

There's... nothing?

Oh, no, this can't be right.
Where's all the cool stuff?

[Remy] Cricket!
What do you see?
What's in there?

[Kiki]
Ooh, it's gonna be so good!

-[music playing]
-Come on, everybody!

Scoot the glutes!

Ma, I'm concerned.
You gotta get active.

I don't have to do anything!

Oh, I see. That's OK, Ma.
I get it.

You don't know how to dance.

Bull h*nky!
How do you think I lost my leg?

Dance-off of the century,
right there.

-Wha-- Ma!
-[Gramma growls]

I'll show you!

-Outta my way!
-[dancer grunts]

[grunting]
Bring it on.

-[Donawitz grunting]
-Whatever you're upset about,

I-- I'm sure we can
talk it over!

Tilly! Don't run! Fight!

-[Donawitz growling]
-This is a big misunderstanding.

I do not wish to hit you!

[grunts]

-Unh!
-[bell rings]

Listen up, Tilly!

If you don't throw a punch,

not only will you
not win a trophy,

but Donawitz over there
is gonna tenderize you

like a Thanksgiving ham!

But I'm not the violent type!

Well, maybe it's time
you changed you who are, Tilly.

Maybe it's time
you got your hands dirty!

Now get in there, punch,
and win yourself a trophy!

[bell rings]

-[music playing]
-[exclaims]

[exclaiming]

[grunting]

[exclaims]

You call this dancin'?
Kick it up a notch!

You got it! I never argue
with the elderly.

Wow. W-O-W. Wow.

[exclaims] Yeah, I told ya
I could dance.

And I told you
I'd get ya limber.

Wha--! It was a trick?!

-[exclaims]
-Aah!

Mmmwah. Thanks, son.

You know just how
to play me.

Oh, man, how am I
gonna tell 'em

it's just a dumb old
empty room?

I don't wanna
crush their dreams!

[Remy]
Cricket, come on, buddy!

Cricket! We got you a mat!
Jump down!

[exclaiming, grunts]

[all]
Cricket!

Well, what was up there?

How amazing was it?

Uh... well.

Oh, boy. Um...

Behind the door was... nothing.

Nothing?

Well, nothin' besides
the most amazing stuff ever!

I'm talkin' ice cream,
psychic horses,
an entire crab circus,

and riches
beyond your wildest dreams!

[all cheering]

Can we go up there and see?

No can do, Remy.

A magical wizard locked it up.

A wizard?! Wow!
This place has it all!

Come on, let's go explore
behind the bleachers!

[Benny]
This place is full
of wonders to discover!

-[screams] I can't fight her,
Community Sue!
-[Donawitz grunting]

These hands are for helpin'!

You need to help yourself,
and punch her in the face!

Ehh. I never thought
I'd use these hands

to inflict pain
onto another.

But if this is what it takes
to win a trophy, fine!

[groaning]

Punch, punch, punch!

[exclaims]

What?

No. I won't do it.

Oh, what are you doing?!

I'm sorry, Community Susan.

I did everything
you asked me to do,

because I wanted
to be a winner like you.

But if punchin' folks
is what it takes
to win a trophy,

then I'd rather not have one.

I'm disappointed,
but I respect your decision!

You know, in a way,
maybe stickin' to my principles

makes me a winner after all.

Meh. Not in my book.

Time to throw in the towel.

Oof.

Wha-wha-what?!

But... what happened?

Ooh, I'll tell ya
what happened!

You won!

How? I-- I thought
I could only win if I punched.

[Community Sue]
You were so good at dodging,

that your opponent passed out
from exhaustion!

So I won? I'm a winner?
I made a win?

Yes, indeed, Tilly Green.

-Congratulations
on winning a trophy!
-[gasps]

It's beautiful!

You're a winner, Tilly!

-A winner!
-Yeah!

[man on radio]
Lenny's Auto Sale,
and we'll sell you--

[gasps] Tilly!

♪ I got sweat in my eyes ♪

♪ Lost a bet
and got bit by 100 flies ♪

♪ I fell out a big old tree ♪

♪ Hit every branch and
scraped up both my knees ♪

♪ I got chased by a dog ♪

♪ Licked by a frog ♪

♪ Got a rash on my legs ♪

♪ Dropped a dozen eggs ♪

♪ I got splinters
at seven and ten ♪

♪ And tomorrow
I'll do it all again ♪