03x12 - Just Putting Around/Soupy Zowie And The Bogey Bot/No Hugs Please

[bunniefuu]

[RATTLING]

SINGER: Way up high
In the Rolie Polie sky

Is a little round planet
Of a really nice guy

[UP-TEMPO b*at]

He's Rolie Polie Olie

He's small and smart
And round

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

-Howdy
-Howdy

-Hooray
-Hooray

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

He's Rolie Polie Olie

He's small and smart
And round

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

-Howdy
-Howdy

-Hooray
-Hooray

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid around

And in the land
Of curves and curls

He's the swellest kid

The swellest kid around.

Whee!

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[HUMMING]

[MUTTERING] Billie, Billie,
Billie, Billie, Billie.

Hmm?

So...

[CLUCKS]

Hmm.

Oh, so.

[EXPELLING SHORT BREATHS]

Boulie, Boulie, Boulie.

[INHALING AND EXHALING RAPIDLY]

[GRUNTS]

Come on.

You can do it.

Jumpin' Jupiters!
I aced it!

First-ever hole in one.

[WHISTLING]

Mini-putt?
Can I give it a whack?

Well, Olie, this isn't really a toy.

I'm testing out my new,
space-engineered, titano-carbide

Micro-fiber, super-supple shaft,
sure-swing golf clubs

while I wait for Baxter.

We've got a big, big game today.

A mini-putt game!
Can I come?

Sorry, no can do.

No kids allowed
on the country club course.

But I've played mini-putt
tons of times.

Well this is different, son.

This is a game of skill
and concentration.

Matching wits
with sand traps and trees.

This isn't just mini-putt.
It's a grown-up game.

It's mini-putt-putt.

-Huh?
-[PHONE RINGING]

I'll be right back.

Wow.

Neato!

Boy.

That was Baxter.

He's tied up.

Afraid he's not going to make it back
in time for the game.

Oh, well.
It's only a game.

Don't worry, Dad.

We can do something
together.

Sure enough, Olie.

Rolie ball.

You can whack at it first.

Okeydokey.

Olie "space ace" Polie
takes his place.

He winds up.

[HUMMING]

Dad! You got to keep your eye
on the ball.

Huh? Oh. Sorry, Olie.

I guess I was daydreaming.

Okay,
how about another game?

Let me think.

I know!

Roller boinky ball.

It's the unbeatable Polie duo!

Olie "the space rocket" Polie
waves to Dad

to show he's open!

Dad?

Oh, uh...

[CHUCKLING]

Sorry, Olie. Guess my head's
just not in the game.

What's doing, Olie?

Dad's in the downy-dumps

'cause Mr. Bevel can't make
their play date.

Oh...

Daddy, want to walk baby?

[CHUCKLING]

Okeydokey, Zowie.

Daddy will walk baby.

Baby go sleepy upstairs.

Okeydokey?

Okeydokey.

[CARRIAGE CREAKING]

[HUMMING]

Oh, there, baby.
Here we go.

[BALL CLUNKS]

What doing, Daddy?

Oh, well, I, uh...

Shh!

Baby need nappy.

Baby go sleepy.

[HUSHED]
Sorry, Zowie.

I guess I got distracted

by the mini-putt-putt
tourney on TV.

OLIE: You really want to play
mini-putt-putt, don't you Dad?

Guess I had my heart set on it.

We'll play mini-putt-putt
with you.

That's mighty nice of you, Olie.

But I was looking forward
to grown-up mini-putt-putt

on a real course.

We can make a mini-putt-putt course
that'll be even better than real.

Okeydokey.

You have to putt-putt around the tree

over the sandbox and into the hole.

Hmm? Looks like a pretty tough sh*t.

[CHANTING]
Mmm.

Oh, swoo.

Hmm, ah.

[RAPID BREATHING]

[GASPS]

Oops.

Me turn. Zowie do.

Okeydokey.

Let me give you
a couple of pointers, Zow.

It takes lots of concentration.

[GIGGLES]

[GASPS]

[BALL CLUNKS]

You aced it, Zow!

Hole in one!

Easy, easy, easy.

Sure, but in grown-up
mini-putt-putt, it's hard.

My turn.

All right, son, let me give you
a couple of pointers.

[GRUNTS]

[SATELLITE BEEPING]

[CLATTERING]

[CREAKING]

-Yay!
-Huh?

Now, how'd you manage that?

[CHUCKLES]

Easy.

Easy, huh?

Hand me a sandy wedge.

[GASPS]

Doh!

Whoo! Doh!

Pow! Whoa!

[GRUNTS]

Ow!

OLIE: Now, forget about all the ones
you missed, Dad.

Just give it a whack.

DAD: Okeydokey.

[GRUNTS]

Hooray!

A hole in 20!

Good pointer, son.

[CHUCKLES]

Whaa... Huh-ho!

Good one, Dad.

[GASPS]

[GASPS]

-Yay!
-Whoo!

I think I've got it!
You're right, Olie.

This is just as good
as real mini-putt-putt.

Maybe better.

Way to go, Dad!

Easy, easy, easy.

[UP-TEMPO PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]

ALL: Hooray!

Hey, daddy-o!

[HUSHED]
Shh. Daddy putt-putt.

[GIGGLING]

[HUSHED] Okay, step up
to the tee and remember,

keep it loose
and just whack it.

[OLIE AND ZOWIE CHEER]

DAD:
A hole in one! Whoo-hoo!

Razza-mataz
and a rootie-toot-toot!

Hey, buddy-o.

Sorry I made you miss out
on the mini-putt-putt game.

Miss out? Well,
I've had a whiz of a time

playing here in our own backyard.

Kids sure taught me
a thing or two

about mini-putt-putt putting.

Whee!

[WHISTLES]

Uh, think you kids could give
Baxter here

a couple of pointers?

[CHUCKLES]
Sure thing, Mr. Bevel.

Easy, easy, easy.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[MUSIC ENDING]

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
And that's the end of another thrilling

Polie rumba parade!

That was one dandy parade.

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Now, stay tuned

for the scary creature bot
double feature.

[TEETH CHATTERING]

[ANNOUNCER LAUGHING WICKEDLY]

And remember, don't forget
to check under your bed

-for bogie bots.
-[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[GASPING]

B-b... Bogie bots?

Uh-oh.

Zowie's scared.

[SCARY MUSIC PLAYS]

[TURNS OFF RADIO]

Time for the nightie-night
rumba dance, Zowie.

Alley-oop!

[PLAYS CHEERY MUSIC]

Nightie-night, Zow.
Nightie-night, Dad.

-DAD: Nightie-night, Olie.
-[WHIMPERS]

-Nightie-night, Zowie.
-[GASPING]

Zowie's scared
of dark, Daddy.

Zowie's scared of monsters.

Scared of what monsters, Zow?

[GRUNTS]

[HUSHED]
Bogie bots.

Ooh, bogie bots, huh?

I see.

Well, there's only one thing
to do then,

a bogie bot search.

Where do you think
they're hiding?

Under beddie?

Nope.
No monsters there, Zow.

Now you can go to sleep,
okeydokey?

Okeydokey, Daddy.

Nightie-night.

Nightie-night, pumpkin.

[SNORING SOFTLY]

[RUSTLING]

[GASPS]

[RUSTLING RESUMES]

[SCREAMING]

Mommy!

Zowie?

What is it, sweetie?

Monsters scare Zowie, Mommy.

Bogie bot under beddie.

-[SQUEAKING]
-[MOM CHUCKLING]

It's just one
of your dragons, hon.

Nothing to worry about.

-[SQUEAKS]
-[GIGGLES]

Not bogie bot. Silly dragon.

[ALL SQUEAKING]

[SMOOCHING]

Sleep tight, sweetums.

Okeydokey, Mommy.

Nightie-night.

Night-night, sweetie.

[RUSTLING]

[GASPS]

[SQUEAKING]

No bogie bot.

No bogie bot, no bogie bot.

-[GASPS]
-[BELLS TINKLING]

Zowie's scared.

[SCREAMS]

-Huh?
-[GIGGLES]

OLIE: Never fear,
the bogie bot buster is here.

ZOWIE: Bogie bot buster, Olie?

Uh-huh.

So, where is that
pesky bogie bot?

[SPOT SNIFFING]

Under beddie?

[BARKS]

[BARKS]

Looks like it's clear, Zow.

No, Olie.
Bogie bot's still under beddie.

Want to check for yourself?

[RUSTLING]

[SCREAMS]

[BARKS]

[GIGGLES]

-[SLURPS]
-Hi!

[BARKS]

[GIGGLES]

Olie stay with Zowie?

Bogie bot come
when me alone.

I used to be super-scared
of bogie bots, too, Zow

till I learned
a super-duper trick.

When you're trying
to sleep,

think of fun stuff,
like ice cream,

boinky ball,

and the best
bogie bot buster

thing of all,
superheroes.

Like Space boy!

[BARKS]

And, uh, his trusty
space dog, of course.

[BARKS]

Okeydokey, Zowie?

Okeydokey, Olie.

Nightie-night.

ZOWIE: Nightie-night.

Ice cream, ballies,
superheroes.

Ice cream, ballies,
soupieheroes.

Ice cream, ballies...

[SNORING]

Soupie Zowie!

Mmm!

[MUNCHES]

[SCREAMING]

Soupie Zowie
get bogie bot.

[CRYING]

[WHIMPERS]

[GASPS]

[PANTING]

[WHINING]

[CRYING]

[WHIMPERS]

Aw. What's the matter,
baby bogie bot?

[SNIFFLES]

Me lonely.

That why baby bogie bot
make noise?

Uh-huh.

Me scared of dark.

Oh, poor baby bogie bot.

Soupie Zowie save you!

Sleep here, baby bogie bot.

You no scared no more.

[SNORES]

[SIGHS]

[SNORES]

[BIRDS SINGING]

Bye-bye,
baby bogie bot.

Hey, Zowie, how did you sleep?

Did the bogie bot come back?

Uh-huh.

The baby bogie bot gone now.

You still scared
of the bogie bot, huh, Zow?

Uh-uh.

Monster no scary, Olie.

Monster nice!

Baby bogie bot my friend.

[GIGGLING]

Enemy off the starboard bow, matey.

Argh.

ZOWIE: Hold baby, hold baby.

Avast, we're being boarded!

Repel invaders!

Argh!

Run for it!

Hug baby.

[BABBLES]

All right, Zow, I'll hug the baby.

BILLY: Olie! No!

-What?
-No hugs.

Oh. Uh...

Sorry, Zow.

Argh!

Why no hugs, Billy?

Because we're big bots.

Hugging's for babies.

-But I...
-[HORN TOOTS]

OLIE: Yay! Mom's home!

She's been out of town

at the Interplanet bowling tournament.

Wait.

You're not going to hug her, are you?

Mommy, mommy!

No way.

Big bots don't hug.

MOM: Oh, I missed my little huggle bun.

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

[GIGGLING]

[KISSING]

[BARKING]

How'd the tourney go, Sweetums?

-ZOWIE: Yay!
-DAD: Woo-hoo!

That's a humdinger of a trophy.

Reckon someone deserves
a prize-winning Polie canoodle.

-[KISSING]
-[LAUGHING] Oh. Oh.

Where's Olie?

[SLURPS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Olie?

Hiya, Mom.

Ooh, come on down and give me
a big welcome-home hug.

I... I, um, I'm kind
of busy playing, Mom.

Oh.

OLIE: Besides,
I'm way too big for hugs, Mom.

I see.

Well, how's about
a welcome-home wave, then?

Sure. Waving's okeydokey.

Grip-o-matic.

Grip-o-matic.

[RATCHETS]

Winderator.

I can't find the Winderator.

You looking for this?

Pappy!

-Olie!
-Oh, no!

No, Pappy. No hugs.

"No hugs"?

I'm a big bot now
and big bots don't hug.

Too big to snuggle?

Too big to cuddle?

[STAMMERING]

Too big for a Polie canoodle?

Yep. But I can shake your hand.

[GRUNTING SHAKILY]

DAD: Mind if this big bot
gives you a hug?

PAPPY: Oh.

Oh.

[LAUGHING]

OLIE: Dad, Pappy.

You're hugging.
And you're really big bots.

Aw, you know what I always say?

Doesn't matter if you're big,
small, square or round,

everyone can use a hug
any old time at all.

Really?

DAD: Got those peepers shut?

OLIE: No peeking, Mom.

You can look now.

MOM: Oh, jeepers!

It's super snazzy.

Thank you,
honey bunch.

[SMOOCHING]

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, uh, gee, shucks.

Couldn't have done it
without my assistant, here.

[GASPS]
No problemo. Nothing to it.

How about a high five, Mom?

Oh.

Right.

I almost forgot.

DAD: Well, looks like our little bot's

in a mighty big hurry
to grow up, Sweetums.

Sure am going to miss
his power-packed Polie hugs.

Me, too, hon.

[SIGHING]
Me, too.

[SQUEAKING]

Gee whiz, Spot, sure is tough

getting folks to stop hugging you.

[BARKS]

[LAUGHS]
Aw, Spot, not you, too.

ZOWIE: Olie! Ball, ball, ball.

OLIE: Hang on, Zow. I'll get it.

[SNORING]

Ow!

-Are you okay, Olie?
-Ow! Ouch!

Ooh! Ow!
Ooh! Ow!

Aw.

Olie need hug?

It's okay, Zow.

No hug for boo-boo?

OLIE: Big bots like me
don't need hugs

on account of, um,

we're too big for them.

You're funny, Olie.
Fun, fun, funny.

[LAUGHING]

Hmm...

[SIGHING]

What's rattling your noggin, Olie?

I know I'm a big bot and all

but sometimes I think
it's kind of nice to get hugs.

And I haven't got a hug all day.

Usually I get tons of hugs.

PAPPY: Well,

you know what your old Pappy says.

I know,
"Big, small, square or round,

"everyone can use a hug
any old time at all."

PAPPY: How's the boo-boo?

It's okay.

[JOINTS CREAKING]

[HINGES CREAKING]

This is going to be tough, Spot.

Oh.

Night-night.

Mom always gives me
a beddie-time hug.

-MOM: Night-night, sweetie.
-[LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS]

Maybe if I pretend to be asleep...

Oh, I've given Olie a nightie-night hug

every night of his little life.

Tuck-in time, Olie.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[SIGHS]

-Mom?
-Oh.

Uh, about hugging and stuff,
it's just that Billy said...

It's okay, Olie.

I understand.

You're a big bot now,

-too big for hugging.
-Uh-huh.

But I'm sure going
to miss your hugs.

You are?

I sure am, Olie.

But from now on, no more hugs.

Nightie-night, Olie.

Sleep tight.

[DISHES CLINKING]

-Mom?
-Oh!

Ouch. Oh.

You okay, Mom?

I am now, Olie.

You're hugging again.

[LAUGHING]

Yeah.

I was thinking about what you said,

that you miss my hugs.

Well, I sure miss giving them to you.

And I sure miss getting them, too.

I guess I'm not such a big bot after all.

MOM: Oh, why, sure you are, Olie.

But "it doesn't matter
if you're big, small...

"Round or square..."

BOTH: "...everyone can use a hug
any old time at all."

[CHUCKLES] Even Billy?

Even Billy.

[BARKING]