01x26 - Star Light, Star Not So Bright / The Opera-matic

[bunniefuu]

♪ Pink is the fun of twirling around ♪

♪ And scooting and honking the happiest sound ♪

♪ Or climbing on blocks to the moon up above ♪

♪ Pink is a feeling of joy and love ♪

♪ Pink is imagining what we can be ♪

♪ A dancer ♪ ♪ A robot ♪

♪ A pirate at sea ♪

♪ Pink is a giggle that wiggles your toes ♪

♪ Pink is a sparkle that glows and glows ♪

♪ It's a pinkatastic feeling ♪

♪ In a pinkamazing way ♪

♪ It's a pinkatastic feeling ♪

♪ On a pinkaperfect day ♪

♪ Anything can happen as we play the day away ♪

♪ It's a Pinkalicious feeling ♪

♪ Peterrific you might say ♪

♪ Pinkalicious and Peterrific ♪

♪ Pinkalicious pink, pink hooray! ♪

Pink, pink hooray!

PINKALICIOUS: "Star Light, Star Not So Bright."

PINKALICIOUS (voiceover): Tonight, I am drawing

all the stars in the sky!

Or some of them, anyway.

My favorite constellation

is that one.

'Cause all of those stars form the shape of a heart.

Whoa, hey!

Sorry.

I'm trying to rope you in.

Can you pretend to be a cow?

Not now, I'm drawing stars.

You'll have to lasso something else.

Okay.

Watch out, tree, 'cause here comes

the greatest cow catcher guy who ever lived!

(giggles) (object whistling through sky)

(gasps)

Whoa! Whoa!

Peter.

Did you lasso that star?

I didn't.

It was a sh**ting star.

Oh, no.

It came from the heart constellation.

It's missing its point.

(gasps)

Wow.

Where should we keep it?

MOM: Time for bed, kids!

Did you turn on all the lights?

It's awfully bright out there.

No, Mommy, it's just our star.

Oh, yes, you two are my little stars.

(giggling)

Upstairs?

Yes.

So it's in your room tonight...

Catch it!

And you can have it in your room tomorrow night.

We'll keep switching.

There.

Wow! Cool!

Let's take it to school tomorrow.

Okay, we'll take it to school.

Yes!

It's gonna be great.

♪ ♪

Let's leave our doors open so I can see the light.

Okay.

Night, Peter.

Night, Pinkalicious.

Poor heart.

You're broken without your point.

Is that a real star?

Where'd you get it?

That's amazing.

Okay, class, let's sit and settle down

so Pinkalicious can tell us about her star.

So last night, Peter and I were outside,

and I was drawing stars.

Why?

'Cause I like to draw stars.

Anyway, this star

is the bottom point of the heart constellation.

It fell straight out of the sky, practically on top of us.

Why?

I'm not sure.

It's just a falling star, I guess.

Now watch this.

MS. PENNY: Oooh!

(kids exclaim admiringly)

It twinkles when you touch it.

And it can also do this.

(kids exclaim)

Uh-oh.

I can't...

reach.

If we just attach a string...

There.

It won't get away from you now.

Pinka-perfect.

Thank you, Ms. Penny.

It's an actual, real live star.

From the actual, real live sky.

Ooh! Ooh!

Can I wish on it?

I wanna wish on it.

Me, too!

Careful, one at a time.

I want to wish on it!

Ooh! Ooh, me, me!

Me, too.

If you ask me, that star looks kind of sad.

No, it doesn't.

It's a happy star.

Right, star?

It was much brighter before.

And perkier.

And pointier.

Don't you agree, Pinkalicious?

(sighs)

Kendra's right.

Our star's not happy.

Maybe it's like what happens

if you find a wild animal and try to keep it as a pet,

like the time I adopted a baby skunk.

What?

When was that?

Remember that day the house smelled stinky?

The baby skunk sprayed the refrigerator,

so I had to let him go.

Mommy says you should never try and keep wild things.

Well, I know that now.

I didn't know it then.

Are stars wild?

Pretty much.

Then maybe we should let it go.

Not now.

It's daytime.

The stars are out at night.

It'd get lost.

Plus, it's not very floaty anymore.

Plus, I kind of want to keep it.

Maybe it's just lonely.

Maybe it's missing its friends.

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(electricity buzzes)

Hey, I'm twinkling!

(laughing): That tickles!

I've never had star friends before.

You're the best friends in the galaxy.

Peter, do you know what our star needs?

Friends!

Come on.

As soon as we're done,

it'll feel like you're home, star.

Like you're back in the sky.

On your mark, get set-- cut!

I call the silver stars.

I call glowy stars.

And the glitter.

You can't "call" glitter.

I call the pointy stars.

(giggles)

♪ ♪

Star number .

My best one!

Only, I wish the points were more pointy.

Use pipe cleaners.

They make really good points.

Like this, you mean?

I'd use about ten pipe cleaners.

Like that.

I love it!

Thanks, Pinkalicious.

You should add some of these.

Ooh, and they'll make the star twinkle.

Okay.

Put some on, please.

Uh, maybe too twinkly.

(blows)

(giggling): Quit it, Pinkalicious.

Twinkletastic!

I think I'll try one with aluminum foil.

That'll make it really shiny.

We're getting there, star.

You'll be shiny soon.

PINKALICIOUS: There.

Meet your new friends, star.

Now you won't be lonely.

And look!

That one twinkles!

We even made your constellation.

It still looks sad, Pinkalicious.

It feels dry, too.

I heard that if whales swim up onto the beach,

their skin gets dry.

Which means they're in trouble.

I guess paper friends aren't enough.

I think it wants to be with real stars.

(gasps)

We have to get it home, somehow.

Peter, do you still have the lasso?

Careful.

Not too hard.

One,

two...

Three!

Yes! Yes!

BOTH: No!

(footsteps tapping)

I got it!

Fly star, fly!

Go home!

(both sigh)

I guess this rope is

only good for catching pretend cows.

Pinkalicious,

what are you doing?

We're trying to get the star back to its home.

Hey, do you have a rocket?

No.

Or a spaceship?

A spaceship would work.

Why don't you just untie it and let it go?

I mean, doesn't it float?

(sighs): Not anymore.

It's about as floaty as an elephant.

It can't hurt to try, right?

♪ ♪

PINKALICIOUS: Maybe it just needs some help.

(groan)

Maybe it doesn't know where to go.

It can barely even see the heart anymore.

It's been getting dimmer all night.

It must be pretty sad, too.

I never knew stars could be so sad.

Don't be sad, star.

(gasps) Pinkalicious, look!

It's glowing!

(gasps): Maybe it's the hug!

It's definitely the hug.

What if we all hug it?

Come on, Kendra!

You really want me to hug a star?

Don't you want to make it feel better?

Okay, if you think it will help.

(gasp)

♪ ♪

Look!

The constellation is getting brighter, too.

Bye, star!

I wish we could go with you.

Cross your fingers that it finds the heart.

Come on, star, come on.

♪ ♪

It's home!

It made it!

Go, star!

Yay! We did it!

Yes!

Can we call it the Peter constellation from now on?

No. I meant

the "Peter and Pinkalicious Saved the Day" constellation.

No.

How about the

I'm Tired and I Want to Go to Sleep constellation?

(giggling) Okay.

Good night, Kendra. Good night, Kendra.

Good night, Peter-- good night, Pinkalicious.

Oh! Ah! I was just coming to get you.

It's time to get ready for bed.

We just had to put the star back.

Good night.

Can we please get a cow?

A lasso isn't any good without one.

(chuckles)

PINKALICIOUS (voiceover): Now when I see the stars,

I send them love, so they will always twinkle.

KIDS: That's art-alicious!

SALVADOR: We are making magic wands,

our very own magic wands.

My name is Kingston, and I'm making wands

with Salvador and Claire.

So, we started with the paper towel tube...

I'm making a very thick wand.

SALVADOR: I'm making my wand a little thinner.

We're making stars to put on top of our wands.

Pinkalicious and Peterrific

were decorating the halls with stars,

so we decided to make stars.

Stars are like a human, because there's five points.

One, two, three, four, five.

He made a star!

CLAIRE: We're using stuff

from the recycling bin.

I looked at the milk carton,

and then I used the cap to do this.

SALVADOR: I made each point a different color,

then I put a feather on each corner that matches.

Green, blue, purple, yellow, and red.

I put ribbon so it looks like a sh**ting star, whee.

KINGSTON: These flowers came from outside, from nature.

SALVADOR: Kingston and Claire

put little beads inside of their wands.

CLAIRE: There goes the tape.

So every time they shake it, it makes a little shaking sound.

(rattling)

This is star-rrific.

♪ ♪

PINKALICIOUS: "The Opera-matic."

♪ ♪

PINKALICIOUS (voiceover): Mommy's showing us her latest invention,

and it's pinkamazing!

Oh, Mrs. Plum's going to be so surprised

by her birthday gift.

What does it do?

Go ahead, Pinkalicious.

Say something.

Hmm.

(gasps)

(operatically): ♪ My name is Pinkalicious. ♪

(gasps): Is that really me?

♪ My voice sounds so high. ♪

(laughing)

I wish I could get it to sound even higher.

I want to try!

(chuckles)

(operatically): ♪ And I am Peter, Peter ♪

♪ Peter, Peter! ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

(laughs)

I call it the Opera-matic.

It turns everything you say into opera.

What's opera?

It's sort of like a play, but instead of talking,

the singers act out a story through singing.

But why does opera singing sound so different?

Opera singers practice for years so their voices sound fuller.

And they sing so forcefully, you can hear them from far away.

They don't even need a microphone.

Ohhh. Ohhh.

Mommy, I think this might be...

♪ Your most pinkatastic invention ever. ♪

Hmm...

♪ ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪

(at higher pitch): ♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪

(at higher pitch): ♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪

(applause)

(giggling)

(gasps): Wow!

This is amazing!

I have to hurry and take this over to Mr. Plum,

so he can surprise Mrs. Plum with it when she gets home.

(sighs): And then I have a lot more work to do today.

(gasps): I know!

We can take the Opera-matic to Mr. Plum.

Yes! Then you'll have more time

to get your work done!

Oh, I don't know.

I can get it there really fast on my scooter.

We'll take good care of it.

That really would be a big help.

Okay, you can take it.

Yes! Yay!

Thanks, Mommy!

But you haven't even had breakfast.

You better get moving.

Ah, be careful.

(operatically): ♪ I finished my breakfast. ♪

(utensil clanks)

(operatically): ♪ I'm putting my dish in the sink. ♪

♪ I'm putting my dish in the sink, too. ♪

(giggling)

♪ Putting toothpaste on my toothbrush. ♪

♪ Pitouey. ♪

MOM: Pinkalicious!

Peter!

Hurry up, please!

♪ ♪

Hmm.

♪ Has anyone seen my helmet? ♪

♪ I found it, oh, yes, I found it. ♪

Don't forget, go straight to the Plums'.

We will.

And don't worry.

♪ The Opera-matic's safe with us ♪

(chuckles)

♪ We're scooting, we're scooting ♪

♪ We're scooting to the Plums'. ♪

♪ We're scooting, we're scooting ♪

♪ We're scooting to the Plums'. ♪

(giggling)

Hey, let's go through the park on the way.

Maybe we'll see Jasmine and Rafael

and we can show them the Opera-matic.

But Mommy told us to go right to the Plums' house.

We're still going right to the Plums'.

We're just going through the park.

♪ We are scooting ♪

♪ Through the park to the Plu... ♪

(yelps operatically)

(in normal voice): Phew!

(operatically): ♪ That was a close call. ♪

♪ We're scooting, we're scooting ♪

♪ We're scooting to the Plums'. ♪

PINKALICIOUS: ♪ La la la, la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la, la la la La la la la la la ♪

Oh!

♪ Careful, Kendra, don't fall down ♪

(giggling): Was that you, Pinkalicious?

It's me when I talk into the Opera-matic.

The Opera-whatta?

It's my mom's latest invention.

It turns everything you say into opera music.

Opera's like a play

where they sing a story instead of saying it.

Ooh, can I try?

(stammers): Okay, but I better hold it.

I told Mommy I'd be careful with it.

It's a birthday present for Mrs. Plum.

Now just say something.

Anything you want.

(clears throat): ♪ I am the best singer in the world. ♪

(all giggling)

Your turn, Kendra!

♪ No, thanks, I don't want a turn. ♪

(giggles)

Whoa, I didn't know you can sing like that.

I can't-- it's Mrs. Pinkerton's invention.

It makes you sound like an opera singer.

♪ Want to play hopscotch with us? ♪

(laughing): Can't.

I'm teaching Frida how to roller skate.

Really? Where is she?

Oh, she's just right behind...

RAFAEL: Frida?

Where'd she go?

(yelps) Oh, no!

(whines) PINKALICIOUS: Oh!

Whoa!

I can't stop!

Whoa, whoa...

(yelps)

(gasps): Oh, no, Frida, the Opera-matic!

♪ Help! ♪ PINKALICIOUS: Slow down!

KENDRA: Hold on!

RAFAEL: Stop!

JASMINE: Frida, be careful!

Whoa...

FRIDA: ♪ Watch out ♪

Oh! Oops!

I've got you!

Oh, thanks for catching her, Mr. Crunk.

(giggling): Phew!

Thank you!

Glad I could help.

Oh, wait-- where's the Opera-matic?

Oh, there it is.

(operatically): ♪ Tweet, tweet, tweet ♪

(bird sings loudly and piercingly)

What was that? Huh?

Is that a bird?

(Pinkalicious groans)

What do we do now?

Bird!

Hey, bird!

Please give us our Opera-matic back!

♪ Tweet, tweet, tweet ♪

(sings piercingly)

KIDS (gasping): Oh, no!

Somebody get it!

(gasps): Oh!

♪ And what kind of ice cream cone is this? ♪

(laughs)

Phew, it still works!

Thanks, Mr. Swizzle.

It's Mommy's invention.

It changes everything you say into opera!

♪ Delightful! ♪

♪ I love opera. ♪

(laughing)

Come on, Peter.

We better get it to Mr. Plum

before anything else happens to it.

Bye! See you later!

Bye! See you later!

Whoa!

(chatters)

PETER: Watch out!

(yells, Opera-matic clanks)

Are you all right?

(all exclaiming)

I'm okay,

but I don't think the Opera-matic is.

(piercingly): ♪ Are you broken? ♪

(gasp)

♪ Oh, no! ♪

♪ I sound too high ♪

(glass cracking)

Yep, something's definitely wrong.

Very high, loud singing can shatter glass.

Mm-hmm, it's the vibration.

Oh! The Opera-matic never

made our voices sound so high before!

Aww, Mommy's going to be really upset.

I may not have the whole story,

but I get the feeling

that you might owe your mother an apology.

Am I correct?

Yes. Yes.

That'll have to be some apology.

(gasps): Mr. Swizzle, you're right!

Mommy loves opera,

so if we sing our apology like an opera

and tell the story of what went wrong,

maybe she won't be too upset.

But how are you going to do that

if the Opera-matic's all messed up?

We don't need the Opera-matic to sing opera.

We can sing it in our own voices.

♪ We're so sorry, Mommy ♪

BOTH: ♪ So very, very sorry! ♪

♪ We broke it, we broke it ♪

♪ We broke the Opera-matic ♪

♪ It was an ♪

(holding first syllable): ♪ Accident ♪

♪ And now... ♪

(piercingly): ♪ It sounds like this! ♪

(glass cracking)

(gasps)

You really should have gone right to the Plums'

like you said you would.

We know. We know.

But-- the Opera-matic isn't broken.

It isn't? It isn't?

No!

Pinkalicious, you got it to hit

the very highest notes--

just like I wanted it to!

(gasps): I did!

Mrs. Plum is going to be so excited

when she realizes she can sing so high.

Come on.

If we hurry, we can still get it to Mr. Plum

in time for the birthday surprise.

♪ We're going, we're going ♪

BOTH: ♪ We're going to the Plums'. ♪

ALL: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Plummy ♪ ♪ Happy birthday, Mrs. Plum ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

(cheering)

(laughing)

(operatically): ♪ Thank you! ♪

(glass cracks)

(gasping)

(laughing)

PINKALICIOUS (voiceover): Sounding like a real opera singer is fun,

but singing in my own voice is

♪ Operatastic! ♪

(giggles)

♪ ♪