03x41 - Knit Wit

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Chef: Hey kids... check this out.

It's my... favourite sweater!

- NOOOOO! (Tires screech) (Fading screen)

- DUUUDE! MY EYES!!

(Pulley squeaks) - (Gasps) Chef?!

Who did this to you?

- Might be a storm coming later today,

so I bundled up in my sweater.

What do you think?

- Let me put it this way...

(Glass shatters)

NOW... I can look at you without barfing.

- Well, that's not very nice.

My grandma knitted this for me.

- Does she hate you? - NO!

- Okay. Relax.

We're only asking because it's disgusting.

- (Sighs) Everyone knows an ugly sweater

is a sign of love.

- Wow.

She must love you a LOT.

- She sure does.

(Footsteps recede, door shuts)

- The sweater's so ugly it hurts my feelings.

- Someone needs to destroy it.

And we all know who that someone is.

Can you do something bad for us?

- CAN I?! Um, yeaaah.

Bad is the only thing I do good.

- Well. Bad is the only thing you do well.

- I'll help.

But first you need to get rid of something for me.

- GAAHH! OOF!

- I'll get started.

(Vacuum whirs)

- OOOOH! Hello, loose thread.

(Jaws snap)

Thread, check.

Cat toy, check.

Lion zoo, check.

- AAAH! OOF!

AHHH! BAD DOGGIES! (Lions roaring) AHH!

- NOOOOO!

(Glass shattes) Ahh! OOF!

WAH-AH-AH-AH! AHH-HAHA! AHHHH!

BAD KITTY! NO CLAWS! (Lions roaring)

Good thing arts and crafts has an abundance of yarn.

Now, let's see if I can knit my own sweater.

(Needles clink)

AHH! A KNITTING CRAMP!

Oh forget it...

I'll never make anything as good as Nana's sweater.

(Sobbing)

- Duncan, how can we ever repay you?

- Chef's tears are all the payment I need.

Waaa, my sweater! I'm gonna knit a NEW one.

- (Laughs, snorts) WOAAH!

You re-knitted the entire sweater?

And now it looks... good.

How'd you do that? Chef: (Approaching sobs)

- Chef's coming! Let's scram!

- (Sobbing)

Okay, sweater.

I just need to say one last goodbye.

Sweater? How did-- Sweeeeet!

- Vroom, vroom!

- Kids! It's a Christmas miracle!

- Pretty sure those ONLY happen at Christmas.

- Shushy-shush yer face!

My sweater's back, and better than ever!

Who did this?

Well, if you didn't WHO DID?!

(Door shuts) - What just happened?!

I mean, I was just making fun of Chef

and then BOOM: sweater!

- Wait. I've heard of this kinda thing.

You might be... a craft master!

They can make anything out of yarn.

- Oh, c'mon. That's not real.

- Think fast! - WHAAAAA!

(Needles clink) Whoa!

- I knew it. You have super knitting powers!

- You can't tell anyone about this!

- Because you're like a superhero

and you need a secret identity? - What? No!

Because I'm super cool

and knitting is for little old grannies.

- Ugh, Duncan everyone knits.

Dancers. Doctors. Astronauts.

How'd y'think they stay warm up there?!

- Look, I think it's for grannies.

Just promise you won't tell anyone.

- Fine. - Good.

Now, being ME,

I should probably use this new skill to mess with people.

- Hehehe. Yeeeeahhhh.

- (Playful laughing) Yay!

(Sliding squeaks)

(Impact grunts) Agh!

(Both laughing)

- More steak, Mr. Chicken?

- Hey, Cody! Nice cape!

- What cape?

- Where did this come from?

Bull: (Hooves thunder, angry bellow)

(Both laughing)

- HELP! I'm caught in a giant yarn spider web!

(Spider hisses) - (SCREAMING)

(Both laughing)

- Hey Chef! Did you ever find out who re-knit your sweater?

- Nope. It's a mystery.

- There's only ONE logical explanation.

The school has a magical worker pixie.

You put out something that needs knitting

and leave milk and cookies beside it.

The pixie comes out, knits away and gobbles it up.

- That's a fun theory, Izzy, buuut,

I didn't leave out any milk and cookies.

- UH-ohhhhh...

- What? Is that bad?

- Well, according to the folklore I just made up,

not rewarding a pixie for its work

is a BIG mistake!

- Huh. Is that right?

- You better find the pixie and thank it.

Otherwise it'll start causing trouble.

- Well... it hasn't caused any trouble yet,

so I guess... - (Bull bellows)

Cody: This knitted cape makes goats angryyyyy!!!

- Izzy, you might be right.

- Uh, yea-ah. I know.

(Struggling grunts)

- Hmm. That's not good.

And I don't like that knitted spider cocoon one bit.

(Effort grunts)

- That's one maaad pixie.

- And it'll get worse!

If you don't find the pixie and reward it,

it'll destroy the whole school.

♪ Ta da ♪

- Heavens to Betsy.

Those were some swell monkeyshines.

Hey, you want a banana?

- How'd you knit a real banana?

(Chomps) Wow...

you are creepy good at this.

- Knitting is the bee's knees.

- Uh, what's with the old lady vibes?

- (A-HEM) Sorry.

Talking like an old lady helps me knit.

It keeps me in the zone.

- Heh. If you really wanna up your game,

try out that rocking chair.

- I don't know... this is a bit much.

- Whoa! (Landing thud)

- A ba-YARN-a peel?!

(Licks it) It's still fresh.

The pixie must be close.

Let's check inside the castle!

- Cheese it, the fuzz!

(Kicking thuds)

- Hmmm.

(Spray hisses)

(GASP) The knitting pixie is kid-sized.

It's been hiding in plain sight as one of the kids!

- (Gasps) But which one?

- This is a pixie perceiver stick.

It'll find the pixie.

- They can't find out it's me. I'll never live it down.

- You're a super good knitter;

you should be proud!

But hey, if you wanna keep it a secret

you could try throwing them off the scent

by framing someone else.

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(Wheels rasp)

- Whoa, my board got a board cozy.

- My pizza got a slice cozy!

- Even Richard has a fishbowl cozy.

(Bubbles burble)

- Well?! Who's the pixie?

- According to the pixie perceiver... none of them are.

- I'm starting to doubt that wand.

Come to think of it,

I bought that from that store called Dollar Waster.

This is ridiculous! Why do I even listen to you?

- Beats me, man. That's on you.

- Looks like my secret is safe.

All I gotta do now is ditch the needles

and never, ever, ever knit again.

(Music and hitting sounds from the TV)

(Static)

- We interrupt this hilariously violent program

to bring you a severe weather alert!

This just in.

A super blizzard is heading for the city!

- Maybe it won't be that bad.

- Weather experts say it's very bad.

Cody: Look Mom! I'm flying like a train.

- What do we do?!

- This also just in. There is nothing you can do.

You're all doomed.

(Panicked screaming)

- It'll take a well knitted sweater

to make it through this storm.

- (Relieved exhale) Looks like I'm gonna be alright.

YES!

Oh Right. You guys.

- If only the school had a giant knitted sweater

to keep all of us safe!

- Psh! Even if they sold sweaters that big

there's no time. You're clearly doomed.

(Wind howls)

(Door bursts open, wind howls)

(Panicked screaming)

(Wind roars)

- It's f-f-f-freezing!

Chef, y-y-you have to do something.

- Okay.

SAVE US, MAGIC PIXIE!

(Milk sloshes, cookies thud)

- You are the worst adult I've ever met.

- Yeah! I don't know where he gets this stuff.

- Duncan, do something! You'll be a hero!

- But what if they mock me?

- If you do nothing we're all done for!

Well?! - I'm thinking!

Fine. I'll help.

- You'll need this. (Whistles)

(Sheep bleats)

- It's a big one.

I'm gonna have to go full grandma.

Time to nip this storm in the bud.

(Zips around the school)

- Does anyone hear KNITTING?!

- Look! The window!

(Needles clink rapidly)

(Victorious music sting)

- There's a giant sweater on the school!

The pixie saved us!

- NO! I did.

(All laugh)

- Why are you dressed like an old lady?!

- I saved them all and they're mocking me anyway.

- I know it hurts. But the important thing is...

to get revenge.

(All screaming)

- Okay-okay, we're sorry!

(Spider hisses, pinchers snap)

(All screaming)

- I thought grannies were sweet and loving!

Duncan: NOPE. But I am loving this.

(All scream, spiders hisses, sheep bleats)

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