01x11 - Swamp Itch

[bunniefuu]

It's original ♪

Like me.

[opening theme music plays]

[Arlo] We all need

Someone to hold us up ♪

To help us on

We make each other better ♪

Though the world's not always right

Tough times, they can make us strong ♪

We all belong

We're beautiful together ♪

We're beautiful together ♪

[relaxing cruise music plays]

Hmm.

I own this one, this one this,

this, this, this, these

but something isn't quite right yet.

Ah-ha! I need to buy this.

This is very expensive

but very cute. [chuckles]

[bird screeches]

[shrill notes play]

Ack!

[grunting]

Awk!

[squawks]

[bird screeches]

Something's amiss!

- [seagulls squawking]

- [bird screeches in distance]

- [man] It's Mayor Elena.

- [woman] She's here!

Thank you.

Thank you, residents of Seaside!

Because of you all,

we've officially banished

those supernaturally strong seagulls

to the sewers where they belong!

And I can finally enjoy a bite

of authentic Seaside pizza.

[munching] Mm. Mmm-mm.

Arlo, my little man.

How are the final touch-ups going?

We're on track. Plumbing works

in every [scratches]infrastructure!

- Hey, who cleaned up my water?

- [camera shutter clicks]

- Was it you?

- [both scream, panting]

[Arlo] Ghosts were chased out

of places we don't want haunted

Get 'em, Furlecia!

and relocated to the places

we do want haunted!

If you guys are gonna stay here,

I have one rule

There are no rules!

- [dance music plays]

- [ghosts moaning excitedly]

Otherwise, everything is in tip-top shape

[in prospector voice] until the snow

comes and collapses the mines

Uh, what?

Ooph! I am so sorry.

I got this sweater in the mail from Edmee

and ever since I put it on

I've been feeling a little off.

Oh, well, it's a cute sweater.

It sure is comfy.

And it sure makes me

[growls]

[grunting]

itchy!

- [gasps, shudders]

- [dramatic sting]

- [all] Ugh!

- [woman] Why?

What on earth is that?

Oh no. I think it might be swamp itch!

Oh no, honey,

you have not been moisturizing, have you?

No, swamp itch

is kind of like chicken pox. Whoo!

With bad fevers and chills,

that turn into intense hallucinations.

It's highly contagious. Ah

I call dibs on not being

the one to take care of him.

[Ansel] Don't worry!

[squawks]

I will take care of my baby boy.

I sensed you were sick.

- Oh, that's a dad.

- Mm-hmm!

Yes. I am. I can take it from here.

I may be new at this,

but I brought backup.

[baby giggles]

If this is contagious,

you should all keep your distance,

at least for the first 24 hours.

Bertie, Furlecia! You can stay with me!

- Girls' night! Whoo!

- Whoo! Let's do this.

- Girls' night. It's gonna be lit.

- [ghosts moaning]

Hmm

[seagulls squawking]

- Here you go. Can you walk up?

- [grunting repeatedly]

Oh no. Here,

let's get this sweater off of you.

Arlo, got another package for you.

- From Edmee.

- [dramatic sting]

N-No! No more packages from the swamp!

- Is Arlo okay?

- [grunting repeatedly]

[chuckles] Um, no, but, uh

Ah, he will be. Ah! Please excuse us.

[package rattles]

- Okay, easy there. Okay, now what?

- [grunting repeatedly]

"When your toddler is sick,

it's important to surround them with

a comfortable environment to rest in."

- [bird screeches]

- [shrill notes play]

- Comfortable! I can do that!

- [grunts]

Hang in there, Arlo, I'll be right back!

[shivering]

[teeth chattering] D-d-dad?

I'm k-k-kinda cold.

[clatters]

"When creating a comfy space

for your toddler,

make sure they are kept warm

with blankets?"

I guess this is kind of warm?

Twigs? What kind of instinct is that?

Here, I got a blanket!

We should probably put

these mittens on too.

"Homemade chicken noodle soup

has a calming effect,

especially if your child has the chills."

[gasps]

Chicken? I don't know about that one.

[shivering] It s-s-sure is getting colder

and colder in here.

[sucks in air, exhales]

Chicken soup can't be too hard.

Salt, pepper, water.

Well, we definitely

don't have any of those.

What'd my parents do

when they had to feed me?

Mommy, I'm hungry.

[gnawing]

That's it, substitutions!

Maple syrup, garlic

bone juice.

It definitely has [sniffs]

a smell.

[retching]

- [belches]

- Ugh.

I understand. The garlic was idiotic!

I should've used corn starch.

Canary! Hurry up and grab the blankets

before the blizzards roll in!

Canary?

The hallucinations must be starting.

Let's wrap you up.

Holy hotness!

Canary, do you not see

this soil is on fire?

Uh, is this the fever part again?

Guess what, Canary,

this mine ain't big enough

for the both of us.

[bluegrass music plays]

- Arlo?

- [crashes]

We'll cut 'em off at the pass!

How do you do, my lady?

Giddyup, Nightscream!

I gotta get me some gold!

Come here, little doggy.

Yee-haw!

- To the gully!

- [grumbling]

[animal squeaking]

[phone rings]

Funky Pets Emporium,

you want it, we got it.

Hello! I called to ask about

what alligators do when they're stick

Ugh, not stick, I mean sick!

What do alligators do when they're sick?

Hello?

Oh, uh, uh, let me ask my manager.

Um, what do alligators do

when they're sick?

I'm seeing a lot about mud.

[air brakes hiss]

Oh boy.

All right, load it up.

- Tarnation!

- [head clanks]

Gettin' lots of gold is vital

to keeping my love, Winifred,

outfitted in the latest fashions.

Time to bring the mine cart up.

- [cranking sound]

- [grunting]

Come on, you mine cart.

Ah.

All right, you first, Canary.

I'll be behind you in the mine cart.

[grunting repeatedly]

You still alive, Canary?

Uh, uh, um

yes?

I can practically

smell the gold from here.

Eh! What's this? Mud?

It's a mudslide.

Snows must have come early this year.

- [gurgling]

- Oh.

Ah! Is it too much mud?

Tell Winifred I love her!

[gurgling]

Are you drowning?

[gurgling]

[grunts, strains] Ah.

[gentle music plays]

What do you think you're doing, Canary?

I was almost to the gold!

I should have known

you were too weak to mine with me.

[snores]

Rickety-biscuit. [chuckles softly, snores]

Aw. Little guy just needed some fresh air.

- [struggling]

- Arlo, stop struggling!

Canary? It'll take more

than a mudslide to stop me.

- [smacks]

- Agh!

[Arlo] Yeah!

[cackles]

[clatters]

The hunt for gold continues.

[laughs]

- Arlo! Arlo! Wait!

- [muttering]

[somber music plays]

Arlo?

Arlo!

- Come on.

- [line ringing]

Funky Pets Emporium.

You want it, we got it.

Yes, hi! I've lost my alligator.

Uh, did you try feeding it mud?

- [dramatic bass note plays]

- [screams]

Raising an alligator, raising a boy.

Nobody can tell me

how to raise an alligator boy!

[grunts, whimpers]

[sighs]

Agh! Parenting is hard!

What kind of father am I

if I can't even take care of my son

when he needs me most?

- I just wish I knew what to do.

- [bird screeches]

Hmm. What?

- [bird screeches]

- [shrill notes play]

That's it.

[somber music plays]

You rascal, tell me where the gold is.

- [Ansel squawking]

- The canary w*r cry.

Coming from the direction of my dwelling.

- [Ansel squawks]

- It's time we ended this!

- [Ansel squawks]

- Your w*r cry doesn't scare me, Canary.

If you harm my Winifred, or my gold,

I'll be eating canary stew tonight.

[as Winifred] Why, I don't think

that'll be enough food for the both of us.

[dramatic sting]

It can't be.

- Hyah!

- Canary, is that you?

Canary?

Don't you recognize your dear Winifred?

You ain't my Winnie.

Of course I am.

Don't you remember

when we met at the hootenanny?

[stammers] The most special night

of my life. No!

- [exciting music plays]

- [grunts]

Hmph.

And what of the wild ponies

we broke together?

Nightscream and Teribithia.

Hmm. Mm-mm.

[growls]

- [twangs]

- What is all this, Winifred?

[as Ansel] It's for your own good.

[warbling]

Is Canary making you do this?

No. No!

[screams] No!

[music ends on high note]

[sleepy] Girls' night.

[groans]

- [sleepy] Girls' night!

- [ghost moans]

Girls' night was interesting.

Thanks so much.

[groggily] I need sleep.

[chitters]

Morning, Bertie.

Hi. There's a package.

No more packages.

We hate packages now.

- Okay.

- [clanks]

Is Arlo okay?

He'll be fine.

Great. Clean up the nest when you're done.

If you need me, I'll be in my room.

[snores]

I love you, Canary. I mean, Dad.

Love you too, buddy.

But those good-for-nothing mines

are threatening to tear us apart!

- [bird screeches]

- [squawks]

Looks like it's my turn

to take care of you. [chuckles]

[closing theme music plays]