01x05 - Zombie Sleep Over/Little Stop

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Hey!

♪ Let me tell you 'bout my friends ♪

♪ They're my best friends, the Zhu Zhus ♪

♪ They can talk, dance and sing ♪

♪ They can do 'bout anything ♪

♪ Pipsqueak always plays it cool ♪

♪ To Mr. Squiggles, science rules ♪

♪ Num Nums looks before she leaps ♪

♪ Chunk has style and loves to eat ♪

And I'm Frankie!

♪ Frankie and the Zhu Zhu Pets ♪

♪ Our adventures are the very best ♪

♪ Who knows what'll happen next livin' with the Zhu Zhus ♪

♪ Frankie and the Zhu Zhu Pets ♪

(yawning)

Frankie, time to get ready for school!

Why, I'm already up, Mother dear.

Okay. Uh, what can I make you for breakfast?

Please, let me make you breakfast for a change.

Ahem.

May I take your order please?

Gee, okay.

How about--

Keeping in mind I can't use the stove.

Right. Then maybe a--

Or microwave.

-Okay, I'll have-- -Or the waffle maker.

Huh. Uh, then I guess... cereal?

Excellent choice. Cereal!

You heard Frankie! Let's Zhu this!

Bowls away!

Flaking out!

Prepare for milking!

Okay then.

Uh, can I get a spoon?

All right. Why are you being so nice?

You want something, don't you?

(gasping)

(emphatically) Not at all.

Hmm. Okay. If you say so.

Can the Gelato twins sleep over tonight?

Please, please, please?

What's a Gelato twin?

(clears throat)

Do you think you're old enough to have a sleepover?

Yes. Totally! For sure I am!

Well...

okay.

-Really? -Yep.

You're the bestest mom ever!

(chokes)

You're welcome.

-Zhu-hoo! -Zhu-ray!

(squealing)

(squealing continues)

(squealing)

(shouts) I'm just glad she's happy.

(doorbell ringing)

They're here!

Perhaps now it will cease.

(girls squealing)

Nope.

Frankie, why don't you get your sleeping bag?

You can all sleep in the living room tonight.

Awesome!

Oh, hi, Cindy and Mindy.

-No, I'm Cindy. -And I'm Mindy.

Oh, sorry.

(giggling)

Just kidding!

I'm Mindy, and she's Cindy!

Well, I'm glad at least you two know who's who.

Our Mom said to say thank you.

So. three, two, one...

Both: Thank you!

Well, you're very welcome.

Our mom also said we should be well behaved and calm!

So we're going to be!

-Totally! -Good.

But I also want you to have fun, so it's okay to make a...

(girls squealing)

A little noise. (sighs)

Twins: Oooh, pretty!

Easy. Easy.

Perfect!

Hey, guys, we picked a movie for tonight!

According to my calculations,

sleepovers require a super-scary horror movie--

of the super scary variety.

A horror movie? Cool!

Uh, is it scary-scary or scary-scary?

It's not too-scary-to-watch scary, is it?

Pfft, no!

"Zombie Sleep Over: Too scary to watch edition."

(screaming)

Naaails...

preeetttyyy.

(all screaming)

(screams, thuds)

Who wants snacks? I got--

(humphs)

I guess they did.

(screaming on TV)

Hey, down in front.

Okay.

-(screaming on TV) -Up in front! Up in front!

(laughs) You're scared of the moon?

-(zombie groaning) -(screaming)

(screaming)

This movie is scary.

Don't worry, these movies always have a happy ending.

Oh. Good!

Ah! It was all a dream.

See?

(zombies groaning)

(screaming)

That ending was not happy.

Nope.

Quite the opposite.

It's late. We should get to sleep.

I'm not sure I can.

What if zombies show up?

(chuckles) Come now, girls.

No zombies are going to show up...

so long as we set traps all over the house!

All right! Let's set some traps!

Clear!

Clear!

Door clear!

Tube clear!

Uh... I doubt any zombies will be coming through the tube.

Better safe than sorry!

(yawning) Okay, now I need to sleep.

(twins snoring)

(snoring)

Huh? You hear that?

(yawning)

I don't hear anything.

Exactly! It's too quiet.

(yawning)

Hey, where did Mindy and Cindy go?

Weird.

Do twins go to the bathroom at the same time?

-(door opens) -Oh, there they are!

-(twins moaning) -Hey, guys. Where were you?

(twins groaning)

All: Zuh-zuh-zuh-zombies!

Let's get outta here!

Yikes!

That's it, everyone, keep running!

(twins groaning)

-(yelps) -They're still on us!

Gotta hide!

Quick, into the tubes!

They can't follow us in there!

Hey! Neither can I!

Oh, quit stallin'!

Guys, we can't leave Frankie behind!

We need a different hiding spot!

(groaning)

(screaming)

(groaning)

Ee! Zombie twin!

Zhu Zhus: Ahh! Zombie twin!

(panting)

(shower curtain rustling)

Ee! Zombie twin!

(groaning)

I think we're safe.

Ugh, Frankie you sure got a lot of junk under here.

Dolls. Dirty laundry.

Zombie Cindy.

Or is this Mindy?

(groaning)

-Chunk: Doesn't matter! -(screaming)

They're everywhere!

All at once!

-We need to... -Get out of here!

Wait! My parents!

I'll go save them. Pipsqueak, you and the Zhus go for help!

Got it!

(screams)

Oh, right. The traps.

This one worked splendidly.

I wonder how the others will do.

Nums, look out!

(screams) I'm trapped!

It's kinda nice in here.

Don't worry Zhus, I'll get help!

Thank you.

Who did this?

-You. -Right.

Okay then!

Must... get... help!

Just find another exit.

Already... started... melon.

Ugh, too full.

Zhu Zhus: Frankie! Help!

Oh no! I'm coming!

-(clock cuckooing) -Uh-oh.

Uh-oh. What does that one even do?

Well...

(yelps)

(alarms ringing)

-Wow. That's pretty fancy. -Thank you.

Num Nums: We're doomed!

(twins groaning)

Huh. That was un-zombie-like.

I believe they're... snoring.

(snoring and groaning)

Zombies don't snore. What gives?

Huh?

They're just sleepwalking.

Sleepwalking zombies?

No, Chunk, just sleepwalking.

Well, we can't let them wander around all night.

It's dangerous.

(twins snoring and groaning)

They look so peaceful. For zombies.

They're not zombies.

Want me to wake them up?

I think I have a better idea.

How do you think Cindy and Mindy are doing?

(twins snoring and groaning)

They're fine for now.

But they'll sure be tired in the morning.

(all chuckle)

(screaming)

(laughing)

Frankie: Faster! We need to go faster!

Mom: We're in the final stretch, everyone!

Uh... guys? Dinosaurs? Planets?

Sorry, I got carried away. (giggling)

Finish line! Go!

(panting)

Woo-hoo!

Yes! If we race like that tomorrow, we'll be unbeatable.

Yes! (sneezes, groans)

Squiggles: I believe the term you're looking for is "Woo-hoo,"

not "Achoo."

Oh no, Frankie.

Are you coming down with something?

No way!

It was just a sneeze from...

too... much... fun?

(giggling nervously)

I'm fine. (sneezing)

Fine! Totally fine.

(Frankie sneezing)

Frankie: Fine.

(sneezing)

Not sick!

(sneezing)

Still fine!

-(sneezing) -(sighs)

-(yelps) Whoa! -Still-- still fine.

(hesitantly) She says she's not sick?

She looks sick.

She sounds sick.

(sniffing) She smells sick.

I can't be sick!

Not on the day of the Mother-Daughter Go Kart race.

Not... (sneezing) sick!

(Chunk shouting)

Not-- choo-- sick-- choo. Got it.

Ugh. We're really sorry, Frankie,

but you're not well enough to race today.

-(Zhu Zhus gasp) -Aw, nuts.

You need to rest, Frankie. I'll stay home today.

We still have that big job today.

I'll need to take one of the Zhus with me.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Take me, me!

Uh...

Me, me, me, me, me! Please, me!

If Frankie's sick, I'm not going anywhere.

I need to help Pipsqueak. It's what I do.

As a hamster of science, I'll be needed here.

Hamster for hire! Right here!

Okay, Chunk, uh, let's go.

Just try to stay focused this time, okay, buddy?

-(chuckles) -Right.

Focused on what?

(Dad groaning)

Does this mean we're going to be best friends?

(gasps) Can we braid each other's hair?

Can you walk slower?

Okay, Frankie.

You're not leaving this house until you're better.

Aw...

Get some rest now.

Mom and I have been planning this race for weeks!

There's no way I'm letting Mom down!

Zhu Zhus: Let's do this for Mom!

Excellent.

What are we doing exactly?

You heard Mom, I have to get better.

So, we have to find a cure for the common cold by race time?

Let's zhu it!

Sounds good.

Yay!

We need to get vitamins in you.

Come on, Zhus. We need a blender.

Kale.

Spinach.

Brussel sprouts.

Pickles.

I thought we agreed to lose the pickles?

Fine, no pickles.

Broccoli. And lots and lots of mustard.

Blend!

(giggling)

-(blender whirring) -(groans)

All right then!

Buckle up, Frankie, for a speedy ride to well town!

(sneezing)

Well, at least our fur will be healthy.

I know! Frankie has to sweat the cold out!

We'll need hot water bottles!

Chunk: Wow, what is that thing?

Dad: Uh, Chunk, this is what we're here to work on.

It's a water tower.

Chuck: Cool! Does a water princess live in it?

(sighing)

You filled yourselves up with hot water?

The only thing better

than a hot water bottle is a furry one!

Almost there.

We got this.

We just need to get... up on the bed.

Whoa! Hamster down.

Look out!

-Whoa! -Whoa!

Pipsqueak: Sorry, Frankie! Be right back!

(sighing)

Time to use some science...

right after I roll to the little hamsters' room.

(groaning)

What are you doing? Is that broken?

Did you break it? How is cheese made?

Can you please hand me a hammer, Chunk?

Got it!

Hmm. What does it look like?

Dad: What does it...?

It looks like... hammery...

with a handle and... a hammer... part.

Ugh!

-(hammering) -Okay, screwdriver, please.

What does it look like?

(sighing) I'll get it.

I love helping!

When's lunch?

(Dad groaning)

During a cold,

a human will sneeze 216 times before the cold ends.

Therefore we need to amp up Frankie's sneeze count.

Help!

All right! Everyone ready?

-(groaning) -And begin!

Pepper! Feather! Dust bunny!

-(sneezing) -Pepper! Feather! Dust bunny!

Pepper! Feather! Dust bunny!

(Frankie sneezing)

Squiggles: Keep at it! It's working! It's working!

Pepper! Feather! Dust bunny!

Huh?

(sneezing)

216 sneezes! She's cured!

-(Frankie sneezing) -Whoa! Whoa!

Frankie!

(Frankie sneezing)

Oh. Hmm. Um.

We... must have used too much pepper.

(sneezing)

Dad: We're getting there, Chunk.

Hey, thanks for keeping me company.

It's been, uh, heh... amusing.

Who? Me? You're too kind.

Dad: Whoa! Turn it off! Turn it off!

That's my best skill! You are so lucky I'm here.

(groaning)

Chunk: Did you bring any towels?

(Dad groaning)

Okay, no more horsing around. Time to sleep.

(giggling)

Ugh.

Mom may be right this time.

Time for Frankie to rest.

(nasally) No way! Rest isn't for go-kart winners!

(sneezing)

(groaning)

Frankie, your swaying is making me dizzy.

I don't have to actually get better-- just convince Mom I am.

Well... for that to work,

we'd have to disguise you as someone healthy.

Great thinking, Pipsqueak!

I have the perfect disguise!

(nasally) Mother? (sniffling)

I'm better now. All better.

(sniffling and coughing)

What do you think you're doing?

I'm being Super Healthy Girl!

Bap-bah-bah!

(moans)

Hold on, I'll be... (cough) back.

(coughing)

Bap-bah-bah!

Let's go win that goat-heart race!

Goat heart? Is that right?

What day is it?

(blowing)

Frankie, the fact you thought this would fool me

means you're way too sick to go out.

But, Mom! I'm better! Right, guys?

Um, well, it's just that--

You may look a bit pale--

You're so sick.

Come on, Frankie. Sleepy-sleepy time.

Frankie: Aww.

I told you we should have gone with the mermaid costume.

I'mma put this on--

'cause I'm going to the race cause I feel bett--

(snoring)

Aww, Frankie's lucky to have the best pets in the world.

(giggling)

See that she stays in bed, okay?

I'll leave this open a crack.

Fresh air is good for a cold.

We'll take great care of Frankie, by letting her sleep.

Yep.

And by getting her more fresh air.

If a little fresh air is good for Frankie,

think how great this will be!

Lower. Lower. Easy.

Nice and slow, Mr. Squiggles.

Oh no! The bed is right over the go-kart!

-"Drop us on the go-kart"? -Pipsqueak and Num Nums: Whoa!

-(tires squeal) -Did I just hear...

a bed falling onto a go-kart?

(Zhu Zhus screaming)

Is moving quickly through fresh air good for a cold?

Frankie! I'm coming!

Dad: What? Ugh.

This is a hot dog.

-I asked for a wrench. -Pah!

-Are you sure? -Ugh.

We are having a tool selection lesson when we get home, Chunk.

Pro tip: hot dogs are not on the list.

-(snapping) -Oh, no.

Both: Whoaaa!

Chunk: Should have used the hot dog!

Pipsqueak: Zhus! Right!

-Zhu Zhus: Whoa! -We gotta slow down!

Uh... Pips?

Huh?

Squiggles: I do believe we're in the race.

The race?

Forget slowing down, we gotta go faster!

Both: Yes!

(Frankie snoring)

Mom: Coming through!

Get to the look out, Num Nums!

We need a report on the competition!

Aye, aye, captain!

(snoring)

I can see the finish line, mateys!

Only two more scurvy go-karts to pass!

Arr!

What? I love playing pirate.

Mom: Frankie!

Announcer on P.A.: And here they come, two karts in the lead and...

is that a bed?

Dad: Whoa!

-Whoa! -Oh no!

Whoa! (groans)

Hey guys. What are we doing?

Chillin' in bed or--

Frankie! Where's your mother?

Shh! Frankie's sleeping!

I'm right here!

So, how'd it go at the water tower?

It would have gone better if we went with my hot-dog idea,

but no.

Announcer: And the bed has won the race!

(yawning)

You were right, Mom.

A little sleep and I feel great!

What'd I miss?

Mom! We did it! We won!

Ah-- I-- I knew we wou--

(sneezing)

(sniffling) I'm fine!

(sneezing) Me too!

(both sneezing)

(sneezing continues)

(sneezing)

Come on, guys. We need more hot water bottles.

(grunting) I loves-- whoa!

Pipsqueak: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

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