04x12 - Dream Tree/Blue Greens

[bunniefuu]

[♪ theme music playing]

♪ One, two...
One, two three, four ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na na na ♪

Merry almost Christmas,
sleepyheads!

We made it back to the country.

- Mama!
- There's my city girl.

Hey, Bill,
I got the living room all ready for the--

I thought you were bringing
the Christmas tree.

Oh, right. About that.

Papa examined a myriad
of potential trees,

but deemed them all unsuitable.

Well, we can't just have any tree.

This is our first Christmas
back in the country.

And the kids' first one with Grandpa Nick.

Eh... [gulps]

- Dad!
- What?

Whoa!

I want this holiday to be perfect,
so we need the perfect tree.

Which is why I asked the spirit
of Christmas for guidance.

- The spirit of Christmas?
- That's right.

I just need to wait
for the spirit to send me a sign.

I'm getting a sign that my toes
are about to freeze off.

[Cricket yawns] Wowee.

I just had that awesomest dream
about a Christmas tree.

What?

Tell Daddy about your dream, son.

Well, first I was eating
some frozen fish sticks

and I saw two snowballs
roll down the hill.

Then you and me were on a sled
and I heard some music.

Then we flew through the air
and came to a meadow,

and that's when I saw it.

The most amazing Christmas tree.

- [Cricket exclaims]
- That was no ordinary dream, son!

That was a message
from the spirit of Christmas.

If we can decipher the clues,
then the spirit will lead us

to the tree of your dreams.

Are you ready for a holly-jolly journey?

- Sure, I'm in.
- All right, son.

Let's go find that tree!

♪ Don we now our g*y apparel ♪

♪ Fa la la, la la la, la la la! ♪

♪ Then we'll go out to go carol ♪

♪ Fa la la, la la la, la la la! ♪

You Jingle bells ready to rock?

You bet, Tilly girl.

Let's boogie.

[Nick] No one wants to do that.

We're all in agreement.

But Grandpa, don't you want to spread
some Christmas cheer?

Eh, carolin' just ain't my thing.
Sorry, Till.

I see. What if I said, there will be...

hot cocoa?

[gasps] Hot cocoa? My only vice.

So not true.

You have many, many vices.

Not counting those.

Okay, I'll go. But only for the cocoa.

There's my herald angel.

So, Dad,
how are we supposed to find

this one perfect Christmas tree?

The spirit of Christmas will provide.

Tell me again.
What happened in your dream?

Well, there were some frozen fish sticks,

uh, two snowballs,

you and me on a sled, some music,

we flew through the air, came to a meadow,

and that's when I saw the tree.

Hmm. That first clue
was fish sticks.

Oh, a frozen pond.
Fish live in ponds!

[laughs hysterically]
We're doing it, son!

- Let's go.
- Whoa.

- Look, Dad, there's a fish.
- And there's a stick--

[both grunt and exclaim]

The second clue was two snowballs.

And it looks like we're the snowballs.

- [Bill] Whoa!
- [Cricket groans]

- [sighs in relief]
- [Bill exclaims]

Dad, are you okay?

Better than okay.

Because the spirit
of Christmas doth provide.

Uh, it doth provided us a broken fence?

No. This is the sled from your dreams.

We figured out the first clues.

Only a couple more to go.

And then we'll find the tree.

Maybe it's all that tinsel
I ate earlier.

But what you're saying
is starting to make sense.

Glad to hear it, son.

Wait. Why were you eating tinsel?

Let's go!

[Tilly] All right, family.

Time to spread Christmas cheer.

Now open your songbooks
to Silent Night.

[all singing] ♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is-- ♪

Grandpa Nick, I want to see
your beautiful singing face.

A little lower.

- Almost there.
- [groans]

[Tilly] Perfect.
Again from the top.

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy-- ♪

Grandpa, you must project.

I'm losing you.

- Hey, worry about yourselves.
- Again.

- ♪ Silent nigh-- ♪
- More bravado.

More gusto. Again.

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

[Nick lip syncs]

[Tilly] Grandpa! Lip syncing?

What do you have to say for yourself?

I don't sing, okay.

I was pretending for the cocoa.

[gulps]

Whoa! That's hot.

And now that we're out, I'm out.

I sense something deeper is going on
with Grandpa's aversion to singing,

and I aim to find out what.

Did you hear that?

- No.
- Mmm. Me neither.

You heard music in your dream, right?

Was it country music?

Hip hop, perhaps?

- Help me out, son.
- It was like,

- horns, horns, horns.
- Horns. Horns?

[gasps] Horns!

Technically, those are antlers.

Close enough for me.

Excuse me.
Oh, wise and majestic moose.

The spirit of Christmas led us to you.

Please guide us on our search
for the perfect Christmas tree.

- [moose grunts]
- [Cricket] Wow, he understood.

You know,
I've always heard that mousses

are violent and unpredictable,

- but this one seems so--
- [moose bellows]

Oh, holy night!

[grunting furiously]

- [Bill] Run!
- [Cricket exclaims and grunts]

Ha-ha! Beat it, moose.

- Oh, no.
- [both scream]

- [grunts]
- [continues screaming]

[grunting]

[Bill and Cricket scream]

[Cricket] We're gonna make it.

Oh, come on.

[both grunt]

Our sled flew through the air.

Just like in my dream.

Which means...

- Look!
- [gasps]

[Bill] There's the meadow up ahead!

That must be where the tree is!

[groaning]

Grandpa Nick, why don't you want to sing?

Uh... I lost my singing voice in the w*r.

[skeptically] Which w*r?

The big secret one,

that I'm not supposed to talk about!

For someone who laughs so much,
you sure are bad at it.

Fine, I'll tell ya.

[sighs] When I was 12,
I sang publicly, see?

And it didn't go so well.

All the other kids laughed at me.

It was so humiliating.

I vowed never to sing again.

And I ain't gonna start now.

Poor Grandpa.

He must have a severe lack
of musical talent.

Meh, we can sing without him.

No sense in letting Scrooge
ruin our holiday cheer.

Ruin our cheer?

[gasps] I think I know
how to help Grandpa Nick.

See, Cricket.
I knew the spirit of Christmas

would guide us to the perfect tree.

[gasps] And you were right.

'Cause holy sugarplums, there it is.

[gasps] Oh, my...

It's more beautiful than I imagined.

[Cricket] No, Dad, it's down here.

This is the tree from my dream.

Uh... Cricket, are you sure
it's not this big pretty one?

Heck yeah, I'm sure.

This is the tree the spirit
of Christmas chose for us.

Boop.

Wow, we didn't even have to chop it down.

Another Christmas miracle.

I can't wait for the rest of the family
to bask in all its glory.

This can't be right.

I thought the spirit
of Christmas would provide.

Please send us a sign.

- [moose growls]
- Mmm?

- [moose bellows]
- Not that kind of sign!

Get on!

[Tilly] Grandpa, wait.

You know that in order
for someone to spread Christmas cheer,

they must be feeling cheerful themselves.

Oh, yeah? Well, I ain't cheerful.

[Nick thuds and groans]

Well, Grandpa, I do believe
you could be cheerful if you sang with us.

What if everyone laughs at me?

Then I'd have to slash their tires.

We have your back, Grandpa.

With the singing thing,
not the tire thing.

You're not gonna let this go, are you?

I never let anything go.

Never, ever!

Ever! Ever! Ever! Eve--

- Fine.
- Oh, good.

'Cause I could keep this up forever

- and ever and ever--
- Tilly. Okay.

All right, family,
let's take this from the top.

And, Grandpa, I love your singing
no matter how you sound.

This is going to be a disaster.

Follow my count.

♪ Fa la la la, fa la la la ♪

♪ Joyful are we when we
all see Christmas is near ♪

♪ Oh, how we cheer ♪

♪ Over the yells, we hear the bells
It's signaling ♪

[in high-pitched voice]
♪ With jing-a-ling! ♪

[gasps]

[Nick singing]
♪ Let us convene, it can't be seen ♪

♪ It can't be touched
Faith must be clutched ♪

♪ Hoping for aid, feeling betrayed ♪

♪ You must believe ♪

[higher pitch] ♪ Or it will leave ♪

[Cricket] Nice work, Dad.
I think we're losing him.

Huh? He's closer than he appears!

[Nick continues] ♪ For those who do
dreams do come true ♪

♪ Joy it will bring, when we all sing ♪

Snow drift! Snow drift! Snow drift!

[Nick singing]
♪ It's the spirit of Christmas ♪

♪ It's the spirit of Christmas ♪

♪ It's the spirit of...
[in higher-pitched voice] Christmas! ♪

See? I told you that'd be a disaster.

[all cheering and applauding]

- Way to go, Grandpa!
- Beautiful.

[Tilly] Grandpa,
you surprised me today.

You have such a beautiful singing voice.

Maybe the other kids
were just jealous of you

'cause you have something special.

Something special, huh?

- Yeah, I guess I am pretty great.
- [laughs]

[Bill groaning]

Did somebody order a Christmas tree?

- [all inside] Cricket!
- [door closes]

[Bill] Spirit of Christmas,

I just wanted my family to have

the perfect Christmas tree.

But now our whole holiday is ruined.

- [all laughing inside]
- What?

And that's how the spirit of Christmas
almost k*lled me and dad

and gave us the perfect
Christmas tree.

Heck of a tree.

- It is perfect.
- Oh, that's great.

Yeah, I fought a moose once.

They all look happy.

Maybe the perfect tree
isn't about how it looks,

but how it makes you feel.

Huh.

Who wants to decorate the tree?

[all respond positively]

Maybe a little singing, too.

Uh, for the kids or some crud like that.

♪ Oh, Christmas tree
Oh, Christmas tree ♪

♪ How lovely are thy branches ♪

♪ Oh, Christmas tree
Oh, Christmas tree ♪

♪ How lovely are... ♪

[Nick in high-pitched voice]
♪ Thy branches ♪

[radio announcer]
Good morning, Big City.

It's time to rise and shine.

Or should I say
rise and gloom?

Because, wow,
it is dreary out there.

It's sure gonna be hard
for anyone to have a good day today.

[Cricket] Quit your blabbering.

Whoo! Man, it is good to be alive!

And it's the perfect day to play!

All right, Tilly, what are we thinking?

Underwater ninjas or cowboy architects?

- Uh, Tilly?
- [Tilly sighs]

[in French accent]
They are the same, but different.

In the end, it does not matter.

[exclaims] You are looking rough.

Are you sick or something?

Only in my heart.

You see, this dismal weather
has put me in a state of...

- [in French accent] Ennui.
- Ennui?

Well, then, just go to the bathroom.

No, dear brother.

Ennui means joyless.

[bee buzzing]

[Tilly] Melancholy...

Plagued with the knowledge
of time's eternal march.

A feeling that can best
be described as... bleh.

Um, okay. We can hang
when you're feeling better.

I'm telling you, Phoenix,

I've never seen Tilly Green so down
or so French.

Hi-yah!

Thanks for sitting in for Tilly,
but no offense.

It just ain't the same.

It's like she's stuck.

[sighs] I wish I could get her unstuck.

[gasps] Maybe I can.

With a little cheering up!

I'll have my sister back in no time.

Hi-yah!

Phoenix, it's like
you're not even trying.

[meditation guide] You are strong.

I am strong.

[meditation guide] You are independent.

I am independent.

[meditation guide]
You are in control of your life.

- I am-- Huh?
- [phone chimes]

[gasps] Selling my dresser!

[exclaims and groans]

Look, Admiral Mustard.

I found a buyer for this old hunk of junk.

I'll make a little cash
and finally clear up some space.

[Admiral Mustard squawks]

Well, I'll make a little cash.

[grunts and sighs in relief]

Now I just have
to get this thing out of the basement.

Should I ask one of the Greens for help?

[squawks] Strong and independent.

You're right. I am.

I can get this dresser
up the stairs all by myself.

[grunts]

Come on!

Piece... of cake.

[breathing heavily]

[inhales sharply]

Well, that's unfortunate,

but nothing a little push can't fix.

[grunting]

Uh... Help?

Oh, crud.

[squawks] Oh, crud.

All right. Time to turn
Tilly's ennui into happui.

Everybody loves flowers.

These oughta cheer Tilly up.

Tilly, I got you something.

What is life but petal in the breeze

and a donkey on the sea.

[speaking in French]

Tilly, what are you saying?

[screams]

Okay. Looks like I gotta go
bigger and sillier.

[♪ plays discordant music]

Huh?

[bell dinging]

Are we not all bells?

But for whom do I toll?

Toll? What the-- [grunts]

All right. Instead of going sillier,
I gotta go Tilly-er.

Oh, yeah. This will do.

Just gonna borrow one of you
before your mama comes back.

[purrs softly]

[Cricket] Oh, Tilly.

Look what I found
rooting around in the trash.

Poor baby's got no mama.

And I know how much you love
taking care of critters.

So...

Meh.

Really? Nothing.

- [raccoon growls]
- [screams]

The mama came back. [screams]

Bonne nuit, frere Cricket.

[Cricket] I think it has rabies!

I just can't seem
to make Tilly happy, Phoenix.

Snapping her out of this is much harder

and more painful than I thought.

I don't know if I can do this on my own.

But hey, I'm not alone.

I can get Dad and Grandma
to help cheer Tilly up.

The perfect plan!

[Phoenix yawns]

[Gloria] Hello? Hello?

I'm stuck down here.

Alice? Bill? Tilly!

[sighs] Cricket?

Somebody rescue me!

[squawks] Strong and independent,
strong and independent.

You're right, Admiral Mustard.

I will get out of here.

Because I'm strong and independent!

[exclaims and groans]

Why can't anybody up there hear me?

[yells] Hey, Bill.

I can put a whole chicken
carcass down the drain, right?

[yells] What's that, Ma?

I'm trying out my new drill, as one does.

Dad, Grandma, stop what you're doing!

I need your help!

All right. What's all this, then?

Tilly's got ennui real bad.

- On who?
- "Ennui."

It's like she's been swallowed up
by a cloud of French sadness.

And no matter what I do,
I can't make her happy.

But you can.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

There's a sad little girl in there.

And who better to cheer her up
than her dear old dad?

Aw, Cricket.

Now go fix Tilly.

You got it!

Hiya, sweetie.

Does someone need a big hug
from their big papa?

You got this, Billy boy.

That ennui doesn't stand a chance.

- [both] Huh?
- Dad?

Bonjour, Cricket.

[sighs]

A metaphor for how all beauty
eventually meets an abrupt end.

Oui.

[both scream]

Grandma, it's contagious!

Things have gone from bad to real bad.

I agree. And berets
are not a good look on your father.

We have to do something!

I hate to see her like this.

I bet no one even asked
if you wanted to be bread.

[munching]

Okay. Luckily, you and I
haven't caught the sadness,

but what are we
gonna do about them?

We're gonna accept the fact that
Billy and Tilly as we know 'em are gone.

That wing of the house
is no longer accessible.

We move on.

Grandma, we can't just
write 'em off like that.

It's too late now.

And I'm not hearing any ideas
to make 'em feel better.

[gasps] I got one word for you, Grandma.

Butter.

I'm gonna need more words.

- [oven dings]
- Your feel-better butter biscuits.

I know what I just made, boy.

[Cricket] They're known
to help physical pain,

so maybe they'll help emotional pain, too.

This will be a dangerous mission.

Since the ennui is contagious,

we can't risk you hearing
or seeing ennui thing Tilly says or does.

- What?
- Exactly.

Oh, and if things get too French in there,

I can pull you out with this rope.

You still there, boy?

- Get in there.
- [exclaims]

Tilly? Bill?

Got some feel-better
butter biscuits for y'all.

You're doing great.

Maybe a tasty treat from your grandma

will chase away the en-woo

or whatever the sad thing's called.

Ah! My headphones!

My grand-mere.

Grandma, do not engage.

I have a question for you.

Have you ever wondered

who hears a ladybug cry?

[ladybug exclaims in sadness]

Don't wonder that. Don't do it!

Their tears must be so small.

[♪ melancholy music playing]

[gasps] No.

It's too late for me, boy.

Run. Save yourself.

- [Gramma Alice grunts]
- [Bill exclaims and thuds]

Huh?

Je m'appelle sad.

Grandma. No!

Enn-why!

Okay, done.

Let me know what you think.

"Dear future buyer of my dresser,

I'm trapped in my basement.

No one in my house
will answer their phone.

And the police think I'm a prank caller.

Since you're coming by later,
you're my only hope."

"Can you help me?" And send.

- [phone beeps]
- No, no, no.

Uh, that's fine.
I still have my charge... er.

My charger is upstairs.

[squawks] Strong and independent.

I get it! I'm not those things!

I'm weak and needy.

And I'm gonna die in this basement!

The hits just keep coming.

Hmm?

What if I control the hits?

Hmm.

[Cricket grunts] Okay.

The ennui virus has taken
everybody out, but me.

I feel so alone.

And loneliness is pretty sad.

It makes me wonder.

[in French accent]
What is the point of anything?

[in English accent]
No, Cricket. Stay strong.

Think happy thoughts.
Fireworks, practical jokes.

Fruit that looks like butts.

[laughs sheepishly] Hmm.

This is all your fault, sky!

My sister's got the ennui,

just because you decided
to be gloomy and not sunny!

Well, I don't need your sun to cure her.

Because I can make my own.

Huh. Did I forget to plug in something?

[screams and then laughs]

It's working!

[cat meows]

[laughs boisterously]

Yes. You see that sky?

I am the light!

[electricity crackling]

Huh?

[electricity zaps and power buzzes off]

Well that's...

unfortunate.

[♪ mild music playing]

Hey, Tilly, it's me.

Your failure of a brother.

We all fail eventually, mon frere.

Yeah, yeah.

Say lobby or whatever.

Listen, I'm sorry
you're feeling this way, Tilly.

I tried real hard to make you happy.

Like, real hard.

But I just couldn't do it.

So if it's all right with you,
I'm just gonna sit here

and let the ennui grab hold of me.

[inhales sharply] Bleh!

Cricket, I'm just having one
of those days.

I don't need you to fix how I feel.

But you, sitting here with me,

telling me you're sorry
I'm feeling this way...

That does make me feel a little better.

[♪ music continues playing]

[banging on dresser]

[Gloria grunts]

[Gloria] I am strong.

I am independent!

I am--

Gloria!

This is the greatest day of my life.

Read the room, Gloria.

♪ I got sweat in my eyes ♪

♪ Lost a bet and got bit
by a hundred flies ♪

♪ I fell out a big ol' tree ♪

♪ Hit every branch and scraped
up both my knees ♪

♪ I got chased by dogs ♪

♪ Licked by a frog ♪

♪ Got a rash on my legs ♪

♪ Dropped a dozen eggs ♪

♪ I got splinters in seven of ten ♪

♪ And tomorrow, I'll do it all again ♪