01x13 - Fiddle of Nowhere/A Splash of Mink

[bunniefuu]

Hey, everyone-- it's me, Molly!

♪ Molly of Denali ♪

Let's go!

♪ She's Molly of Denali ♪

(laughing): Whoo!

♪ By plane or sled or snowshoe ♪

♪ She is ready to explore ♪

♪ From Kaktovik down to Juneau ♪

♪ Always wanting to learn more ♪

Yeah!

♪ Together with her best friend Tooey ♪

♪ Always by her side ♪ And Trini!

♪ Discovering the outdoors ♪

♪ On adventures day and night ♪

♪ Come along with Molly ♪

♪ Molly ♪

♪ Through fields of fireweed ♪

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♪ From tundra to the sea ♪

Mahsi'choo-- let's go!

♪ Molly of Denali ♪ Yeah!

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♪ Molly of Denali ♪

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MOLLY: "Fiddle of Nowhere."

(Molly knocks on door, Oscar playing fiddle)

Ah.

♪ ♪

(feet tapping rhythmically)

(both shout)

Sorry, Oscar.

Got caught up in the music.

Ready for tonight?

So ready.

I'm finally old enough

to play in the Qyah Fiddle Festival.

Which means only one more year until I'm old enough.

You don't play fiddle.

No, but I like knowing I'm old enough for things.

Anyway, here are all those magazines Auntie Midge ordered.

"Mountain Climber Monthly," "Skydiver Digest."

I hope I'm as interesting as Auntie Midge

when I grow up.

The latest issue of "Hey, Fiddle Fiddle."

Oh, that's for me.

There's supposed to be a great article

about Finnegan King this month.

Finn-e-who who?

You've never heard of Finnegan King?

The Jester of Jig?

The Alaskan King of the Fiddle String?

Nope.

But I really like his nicknames.

(gasps) Here it is.

"Music legend Finnegan King

began playing the fiddle at a very young age."

(chuckling)

What's funny?

Oh, just imagining a baby playing a fiddle.

"He took his first music lesson

when he was eight years old."

Oh, that makes more sense.

"Finnegan grew up in Qyah,

a small village in interior Alaska."

He's from Qyah?

"Finnegan picked up his love of music

"listening to the elders in his village.

"Everyone in town wanted to hear little Finnegan play.

"And when Finnegan was old enough,

"he left Qyah and spent his career traveling

"and playing music for fiddle fans all over the world.

"Finnegan has written hundreds of songs,

"but he's best known for his number-one hit,

'Come Home to Qyah.'"

(playing "Come Home to Qyah")

Oh, I love that song.

Hey, you should play it tonight at the festival.

I don't know, it's pretty tricky.

Are you saying you can't play it?

(playing "Come Home to Qyah")

(string breaks) Oh, no!

That was really good,

you know, until the part where the string went "ploink."

♪ ♪

Not good.

I'm out of spare strings.

Don't worry.

We have all kinds of stuff at the trading post.

I bet we can find you string there.

♪ ♪ (door bells chime)

Okay, we don't have any strings.

But Tooey's mom plays violin.

You could borrow one of hers.

♪ ♪

All right, she doesn't have any strings either.

Molly, I'm not going to be able to play tonight.

Don't worry.

If there's one place that has everything,

it's the co-op.

Wow.

Not a single spare string.

Aren't you going to say, "Don't worry"?

(chuckles nervously)

(gasps) Now you're worried?

Molly, I've waited years to play the festival.

(sighs) But without a string, I won't be able to.

I'm sorry, Oscar. (sighs)

(Mr. Patak playing scales on fiddle)

Huh?

(Mr. Patak continues playing scales)

Mr. Patak?

I didn't know you played the fiddle.

Oh, I just took one lesson, so I could do repair jobs.

This fiddle belongs to a customer.

Are they coming to the festival tonight?

Maybe they have a string I could borrow.

Mmm, doubt it.

The owner doesn't leave his cabin very often.

I've only met him a few times and don't even know his name.

To me, he's just the Fiddler in the Woods.

Wow. Wow.

This Fiddler in the Woods sounds mysterious and awesome,

and I would very much like to meet him

and get a string for Oscar.

(chuckling): Well,

I'm about to head out to his cabin to drop this off.

Malik?

Want to come along?

Will it take very long?

Well, his cabin is just a few miles out.

Should be enough time to make it there

and back for the festival.

I don't know.

I really don't want to miss it.

Come on, Oscar.

You don't want to go to the festival

with a ploinked string.

Let's go meet the Fiddler in the Woods.

(Mr. Patak playing fiddle)

Hmm.

Okay, I'll do it.

Yeah!

All right, Oscar.

Very good.

You only took one lesson?

Mmm, I'm a fast learner.

(playing song)

♪ ♪

(Molly sighs)

I could see how somebody would want to live out here.

Maybe I'll be a fiddler in the woods someday.

To be a fiddler in the woods,

don't you need to play the fiddle?

MOLLY (chuckling): Right.

Then I'll be a something else in the woods.

Mmm, I like to doodle.

Maybe I'll be the Doodler in the Woods.

(struggling in snow)

(all struggling in snow)

This snow is deeper than I expected.

Uh, but it shouldn't be long

once we make it through the pass up ahead.

Um, do you mean that pass?

♪ ♪

Hmm.

I don't like "Hmm."

"Hmm" means we miss the festival.

I know a way around,

but it's longer,

so we're going to have to pick up the pace.

♪ ♪

(exhales tiredly)

We've got to hurry.

(exhaling tiredly)

♪ ♪

Whoa!

Gotcha.

♪ ♪

Ah!

(groaning)

Whoa!

(shouts happily)

(exhales with relief)

♪ ♪

(catching breath): It's getting late.

We're going to miss the festival.

♪ ♪

Don't say that, Oscar.

The festival doesn't start until :.

Mr. Patak, what time is it?

:.

Okay, that is so much later than I thought it was.

I'm sorry, Oscar.

I know the festival means a lot to you.

I'm sorry too, Oscar.

I thought for sure we'd make it in time.

(sighs) That's okay.

Maybe a little music will cheer you up?

Do you think the Fiddler in the Woods would mind

if Oscar played his fiddle... in the woods?

I think he would appreciate

that I let a real fiddler test it out.

Why don't you play something while we rest?

Like "Come Home to Qyah"?

(playing "Come Home to Qyah")

♪ ♪

(song ends, muffled applause)

(man applauding, laughing)

I thought I heard my fiddle.

(timidly): Uh-huh.

Well, come on then, let's get out of the cold.

Huh? Huh?

♪ ♪

I'm sorry there aren't more chairs.

Don't usually have visitors.

This pot is just fine, Mr., um, Fiddler in the Woods.

Ah, beautiful.

(playing warm-up)

Excellent work as always, Patak.

I wouldn't trust my fiddle repairs

to anybody but you.

(chuckles) It was my pleasure.

Now, I know why you're here,

but what brings you two to my humble abode?

I wanted to borrow an E string for my fiddle.

His last one went "ploink."

Ah.

They'll do that.

Ana'basee.

Thank you.

Oscar!

The Fiddle Festival is still going on.

Mr. Fiddler, do you have a car?

Uh... nope.

Sno-Go?

Nuh-uh.

Dog sled?

Sorry.

Do you have anything

that can help us get back to Qyah quickly?

(whistling)

No, but I've got some tea.

It's too bad you're going to miss that festival, Oscar.

I was impressed by the way you played my song out there.

Thank you.

I was going to play...

(gasps) Wait, you said, "My song"?

Do you mean "Come Home to Qyah" is your song?

Well, I wrote it.

Suppose that makes it mine.

(gasps) You're...

Finnegan King?

The Finnegan King?

(chuckles)

You do not look like what I pictured in my head

when Oscar read the magazine article about you.

(chuckling) Well, how did I look?

Hmm.

(bell chimes)

Different.

But what are you doing out here in the woods?

After traveling the world playing big concerts,

I decided to come back to Alaska

for a little peace and quiet,

and of course to play the fiddle.

Speaking of which,

how about playing a little something with me, Oscar?

You want to play with... me?

Mmm, sure.

I mean, this little cabin may not be the same

as a fancy fiddle festival.

No, it's way better.

(playing "Come Home to Qyah")

(Molly and Mr. Patak clapping along)

Hey, everyone, Molly here to answer your questions

about life in Alaska.

Kason from Oklahoma asks, "What's a jig?"

It's a fun dance.

My friends can show you.

(folk music playing, caller calling indistinctly)

GIRL: Today we are at the Morris Thompson Cultural Center

in Fairbanks, Alaska.

I want to learn about the jig.

My friends are going to show me how.

"Dance the jig, an Athabascan tradition."

GIRL: "The jig is an old dance,

often performed to fast-paced fiddle music."

I imagine the music will sound like this.

(imitating violin playing descending notes)

"Some jig dancers keep their upper body very rigid

while their feet make quick, complicated steps."

I think complicated steps look like this.

"Some jig dancers keep their..."

BOY: "Upper body very rigid."

This is rigid,

and, like, having your lower, like,

it's pretty much like your upper body is a statue,

but your arms can be moving in, like, different ways,

but your top body always stays up and down,

straight.

Like, it doesn't wiggle everywhere,

not like jelly.

This is my friend Anabah.

And she's going to teach me the jig.

Put your foot up like this,

and then push up

with the strength, yeah. Yeah.

My friends have been dancing the jig their whole lives.

(all giggling)

After we learned the jig, we went dancing.

CALLER (on microphone): Well, grab your partner.

We're going to do a jig.

GIRL: Tonight is a fiddle festival.

Dancing the jig was even more fun than I imagined.

I imagined it,

but it's funner to do it for real.

Mahsi'choo.

Thanks for asking, and see you next time.

"A Splash of Mink."

(Suki barking)

(Molly and Trini laughing)

(singing jig tune)

(continuing to sing)

Watch my feet.

(singing tune)

See?

I think I've got it.

(singing tune)

(chuckling)

You definitely got it.

It's like you've been jigging forever.

I am so ready for my first jigging dance.

Let's go! (Suki barking)

Whoa!

(Suki sniffs, barks) Suki, careful.

She must have found something.

What's in there, girl?

Whoa! Yikes!

(squeaking)

Aww. So cute.

(barking)

(squeaks)

(squeaking)

(all groaning)

Eww! What's that smell?

I don't know, but it's nasty.

Let's get out of here.

(squeaking)

(both breathing heavily)

Wait!

Should we go back for Suki?

Don't worry, she always comes home by dinner time.

Come on.

♪ ♪

(sniffing)

Yuck!

I still smell it.

(sniffing) Me too.

OSCAR: Hey, Molly!

Hey, Trini!

Whoa.

Hi! Hey!

You're playing at the dance, right, Oscar?

It's my first jig.

Yeah, I'm playing the fiddle.

So I got to go.

That way.

Bye!

(panting)

Wow.

He was in a hurry.

Yeah.

Come on, let's get away from the smell.

♪ ♪

Hi, Mr. Patak.

Hi, girls.

I...

(coughing)

Smells like you got sprayed by a mink.

What's a mink?

Itigiaqpak.

A little furry guy

that sprays a bad odor on your if you scare it.

That cute little weasel-y thing?

Wait, you mean this awful smell is...

(sniffing)

on us?

Mm-hmm, afraid so.

I got sprayed once as a kid.

It's very hard to get rid of that stink.

It is?

(chuckling): Back then,

my dad said to rub dirt

over my whole body to k*ll the smell, but...

Hey!

We've got lots of dirt in our garden.

Come on, Molly.

Let's un-stink before the dance.

Great idea.

Bye, Mr. Patak.

Thank you!

Aaquagu! Wait!

One more thing.

The dirt didn't work at all.

(sighs) Oh, dear.

I never washed with dirt before.

It feels... dirty.

(sniffing)

I don't think it's working.

(sniffing)

Nope. (sighs)

Maybe we need more?

Maybe we need soap.

Come on.

♪ ♪

(faucet running, stops)

(Trini singing jig tune)

Trini, hurry up.

The dance is going to start soon.

All clean.

It's jigging time!

Yes!

Come on.

We'll practice on the way.

♪ ♪

OSCAR: Welcome!

Aanaii, come in.

Ana'basee.

(sniffing)

Eww.

(singing jig tune)

Hi, Oscar.

TRINI: Sorry we smelled bad before.

We got mink sprayed.

But we washed it off.

And now we're so ready to jig.

Uh, sorry,

but you only think you washed it off.

(sniffing)

But I hardly smell it anymore.

Me neither.

Unless...

(gasps): Oh, no,

we got used to the smell.

We can't even trust our noses.

Well, you can trust mine.

Sorry, but I can't let you in.

Wait, I have an idea.

We could go online

and look up a way to get rid of the smell.

Good idea,

but would you mind doing it, like, way over there?

Hmm.

(both laughing nervously)

Searching "How to clean off mink spray?"

Fast.

"Fast."

♪ ♪

(phone clicks)

Hey, this looks good.

"Greatest cleaning expert of all time."

He says, "Number-one solution for mink smell:

tomato juice." Ooh.

Where can we get some?

Maurice probably has some at the co-op.

Come on!

♪ ♪

Hi, Maurice

We came to... (sniffing)

Wowee!

Please do not bring that foul smell inside.

But we need...

Tomato juice, for your mink stink.

Hold on.

Wow, he's good.

You can pay me when you smell better.

Basee', thanks, Maurice.

You're welcome.

♪ ♪

Okay, here goes.

(swallowing)

(exhales): Do I still smell?

(chuckling) Trini,

we don't drink the tomato juice.

We wash with it.

Oh!

(chuckling)

This is going to get sloppy.

(laughing)

(both laughing)

♪ ♪

I feel like spaghetti.

(instruments tuning, both gasp)

(gasps) It's starting.

Come on!

MOLLY: Grandpa!

(chuckling): Whoa!

(sniffing): I recognize that smell.

You got sprayed by a mink, and...

(sniffing)

you tried to wash it off with tomato juice.

And...

(sniffing)

Yup, didn't work.

It didn't?

Nope.

Oh, no.

But Grandpa, we went online

to the greatest cleaning expert of all time,

and he says tomato juice is the number-one solution.

Let's see.

Greatest cleaning expert of all time?

Sheesh.

He says you can get rid of permanent marker

by whistling really loud.

Ridiculous.

So he's not an expert?

You can't believe everything you read, Molly.

Not everyone who says they're an expert really is.

It's best to get information from a source you trust.

Well, I trust you.

And I trust Tooey's dad.

When Kenji's dogs get minky, he soaks them in a tub

of baking soda, dish soap, and hydrogen peroxide.

Baking soda, dish soap, hydrogen peroxide.

Always works.

Get some at the co-op and put it on my account.

Basee', Grandpa.

Wait, how come the smell doesn't bother you?

I'm used to bad smells.

Volcanoes smell even worse than minks.

I'll see you both later,

after your bath!

Bye, Grandpa! Bye!

(Grandpa Nat chuckling, jig music playing)

(groans): They're jigging without me.

Come on, Molly.

Back to the co-op!

♪ ♪

MOLLY: "Closed. Gone jigging."

(sighs): Of course.

So I guess we won't be jigging tonight.

I guess not.

Sorry, Trini.

We tried.

Hey, aren't you coming

to the... whoa, mink stink!

(sniffing) And tomato juice.

We got sprayed.

You sure did.

Well, the best thing is to soak in a bath of...

ALL: Baking soda, dish soap, and hydrogen peroxide.

Stink dip.

Dad always keeps the ingredients at the kennel

in case the dogs get minked.

Really?

Sure. Want to get dipped?

Yes!

Let's go!

♪ ♪

How long do we stay in?

It's ten minutes for dogs, but less for you guys.

You have less fur.

There's clean shirts for when you're stink-free.

Thanks.

See you at the dance.

♪ ♪

MOLLY: Getting in on three.

One, two,

♪ Three! ♪

(liquid splashing, Molly and Trini laughing)

MOLLY (panting): Come on,

we can still make the dance.

(playing jig tune)

(Grandpa Nat cheering)

GRANDPA NAT: Hey!

(Grandpa Nat laughing)

(chuckling)

Hey, you made it!

Do we smell okay, Grandpa?

(sniffing) Like fresh, clean sled dogs.

(chuckling)

All right!

Woohoo! Woohoo!

Care to jig, ladies?

Yeah!

(Grandpa Nat chuckling, cheering)

(chuckling): Yes!

Woo!

(jig tune continues playing)

(coughing)

(making disgusted noises)

(groans)

Where is it coming from?

(all coughing)

Hey, it's not us.

Yeah, we de-stinked.

(groans, panting)

Suki!

Told you she'd be back by dinner time.

P.U.

Good thing we got that tub full of stink dip.

Come on, let's go scrub this pup.

(Suki barks)

♪ ♪

So, Trini, how'd you like your first jig dance?

Well, it was short but fun-- like me!

(mink squeaking)

No sudden movements.

(barks)

(squeaks)

Oh, no. Suki!

Come here! Rascal.

♪ ♪