02x15 - Greens' Acres/Dolled Up

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Come on, Bill!

It's a big farm,
and there's a lot to do!

Bill? Where is that boy?

Already awake, Ma!
Couldn't wait to get to work!

Dang it, Billy boy,

you're just too dang cute
for your own good.

Hey, Ma! How's work goin'?

I still got
three fields to plow.

Why don't you go ahead
and get dinner started?

Oh, boy! Dinner duty!

‐ ‐Heh. What a funny kid.

‐ ‐Aah! Unh. I'm gettin' old.

Oh, hey, Ma!
Just in time for dinner!

This looks deli... ci...

‐ ‐Gee.

Ma's really been
pushing herself lately.

‐ ‐Who's it?!

No trespassing!
Oh, it's just you, Quisling.

I almost ran ya through!

Wouldn't be the first time.

Probably wouldn't be the last.

Just tell me
what you want, already.

You got more land
than you can manage,

so I'd like to buy some.

What makes you think
I'm lookin' to sell my land?

‐Wha‐‐?
‐Well, word on the cornfield

is your last harvest
didn't do so well.

And you can't afford
any farmhands this season.

I, on the other hand,
am looking to expand,

so this could be a good deal
for both of us, methinks.

This land's been in our family
for generations.

It's our legacy!

But that does sound
like a pretty good deal.

No!

No!

Ma, you can't sell the farm!

Bill, I wouldn't be
selling the farm.

Just downsizing it.

But I want to run this farm
when I'm all grown up!

And I want to run it
just like how my ma did.

Well, all right.

Thanks for the offer,
Mr. Quisling,

but I'll be keeping the farm
just how it is!

‐OK. ‐Now get outta here!

‐OK. ‐Hey, Ma?

Is the farm
really doing that bad?

Now, don't you worry about it.
Things'll turn around.

It's just...
ever since your dad passed,

I'm short on time, money, and‐‐

I hate to admit it,
but I need help.

But you've got help, Ma!
Why don't you let me

take some of the adult chores
off your shoulders? I'm ready!

Eh, you're a little young
for it, but...

all right, we'll try it out.

Oh, boy! Every kid's dream!

More responsibility!

c*ck‐a‐doodle‐doo!

Bill, quiet!

Sorry, I'm just excited!

OK, Billy boy,

the hay baler's
already connected,

so just start 'er up
like I showed ya!

Hands at 10 and 2
and skippity‐doo‐hoo‐hoo!

‐
‐Look, I'm doin' it, Ma!
Are ya lookin'?

Yep, you're doin' great!

I'm finally helping out Ma
doing real farm chores!

And I bet I get to do
even more chores

if I pick up the speed!

Whoo‐hoo!

‐Ohhhh yah! ‐

What the heck was‐‐

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Oh, geez! Ma's never
gonna let me

drive the tractor ever again!

It's fine, Bill.
You can fix this.

And Ma never needs to know.

Ah. That thing's
really stuck in there.

This looks like a job
for a hand.

Oh! Almost got it! Aah!

Are you out of your mind?!

There was a rock,
and I was trying to‐‐

Do you know how badly

you could've been hurt?!

How do you think I lost my leg?!

I don't know,
the story keeps changing!

Listen, Bill. The thing I need
even more than help

on this farm
is for you to stay safe.

You are banned
from working on this farm!

No more... farm work?

Yes, ma'am.

That boy's
gonna lose a finger someday.

Even the sweet taste
of this plain white bread

can't cheer me up.

I don't know what to do, Pop.

Ma can't run the farm
on her own.

Wait a sec. I don't need to be
doing chores to help Ma.

I need to be makin' money!

Hang in there, Ma!

Help's on the way!

Uh, can I help you?

I was hoping to help you.

I can do any odd job you've got.

No thanks, kid. I'm a DIY‐er.

DIY?

It stands for "Do It Yourself,"

as in, I don't need any help,
especially from some kid.

Oh, well.
I'll do better next time!

‐Shine your shoes? ‐No.

‐Paint your fence? ‐Scram!

Need any... help?

Yes. I need so much... help...

I'm going to go now.

Drat. Back to squeezing
all these tomatoes by myself.

Gee, everyone in town sure is
self‐reliant. Or scary!

But there's gotta be someone
who needs my help.

Hey. What do you want?

Did Stinky Jim send ya?

You workin' for Stinky Jim?

Uh... no, sir.

The only Jim I know
smells great.

I was hoping
I could work for you!

Oh! Why didn't you say so?

This is actually perfect timing.

I'm launching
a little business venture

and could use some help.

Business venture?

Arcade tokens?

Oh, yeah. I got a friend
at the factory

who makes me these for cheap.

We're gonna clean up sellin' 'em

to those video game‐lovin'
city kids.

Is that allowed?

Don't worry. It'll be fine.

You'll be workin'
with my daughter.

She'll show you the ropes.

Hey, kid, get out here! Nancy!

Yep. Whatcha need, Dad? Oh.

This here's Whatshisface.

He's gonna help out tonight.

Hi...

Hey, Whatshisface. I'm Nancy.

Nice to meet you.
And my name is actually "Bill."

That's right. We're gonna be
rakin' in the bills.

Now take these coin belts
and get out there!

‐Nice bike.
‐Thanks. I like yours, too.

I put a baseball card
in the spokes,

and now she sounds
just like a motorcycle.

‐Check it out! ‐

Whoa, impractical. But cool!

All right. This is the place.

Hey, are you sure about this?

‐I'm sure that
the last one there
‐Argh!

‐is a rotten egg! ‐Hey, no fair!

‐ ‐I wasn't ready!

Ha! I win!

‐Aaaah! Oh! ‐

Oh, no! Oh, my gosh!
Are you OK, Nancy?

I was just tryin'
to get here first, I‐‐

Oh, man.

You sure are something,
Bill Green.

Now, come on. Let's get to work.

All right. Step one:

- Put these coin belts on.
- Watch and learn.

Hey, kid. You know,
if you put your dollar

in that machine,
you'll only get four tokens.

But if you give that dollar
to me, I'll give ya eight.

Even a dumb kid like me
knows that's a good deal!

An excellent choice. Here ya go.

Be sure to tell your friends.

It's that easy. Now you try.

I don't know about this.
This is kinda stealing. Right?

Yeah. I know how ya feel.
Even though I'm good at it,

it's not like I love
doing this sorta stuff.

But my dad keeps
hatching these schemes

and we've just got a lot
of bills to pay.

Us, too. My ma
works day and night,

but it's still not enough.

Your mom sounds really tough.

She is. And if she
can push herself that hard,

then I can, too.
Let's go make some money!

Yeah!

Hey, kid. Interested in
purchasing some cheap tokens?

Here's a couple tokens
on the house.

Come see me when you need more.

Anybody need some cheap tokens?

Cheap tokens! Cheap tokens!
Cheap tokens!

We hit up every kid
in the arcade!

Wait.

‐Not every kid. ‐h*‐h*‐h*!

Mein pants are so full of cash!

And mein hiney is so full
of golden coins, yah!

‐I'm going for it.
‐Hey, we got enough.

Let's not push our luck.

I need to make
as much money as I can

for the farm. And this kid
is just the ticket.

Ach, mein cash won't fit
into das token machine!

Hiya, friend!
In need of some tokens?

What? I can't hear you

over my a‐jingaling
and a‐jangalin' hiney!

I said, I'm selling
cheap tokens!

Ahem.

Are you the kid who's been
selling black market tokens?

Aah! Who are you?

I'm Joe. Of Joe's Arcade.

Eek! Konflikt!

‐ Stay put.
I'm calling the police.
‐

Bill! Let's get outta here!

‐ ‐Hey! Stop right there!

Bill! Come on!

‐ Stop! ‐ Come on!

‐ Stop it! ‐ Bill!

I'm so confused!

Hey! Someone, stop those kids!

Ha‐ha! We did it!

Aah! Touchdown!

‐Free tokens!
‐All right, now we're talkin'!

Thank you, officer.
Nice job, Remington.

You know, you'd make
a great police officer one day.

Police officer, huh?
"Officer Keyes."

Sure does have
a nice ring to it.

I wasn't talking to you!

Bup bup bup!
I'm plannin' my whole future.

Bill Green?

Your mother's here
to pick you up.

‐Ma, I'm so sorry‐‐ ‐Not. Now.

- ‐ Stay here.
- ‐

I don't know what to do, Bill.

I've been so busy
trying to save the farm

that I didn't even notice
you were turning

to a life of crime.
I can't keep ya safe,

and I'm failing you as a mother.

Ma, you're not a failure.

You've sacrificed
so much for me.

And now I want
to return the favor.

Let's take Mr. Quisling
up on his offer.

Bill, well, don't you wanna
run the farm someday?

I'll get my own farm one day,

but I don't need
to have this one.

What I do need is my mom.

Oh... come here, Billy boy.

At least we'll be selling
our land to a farmer

and not some city developers.

Yeah. And with the money
from the sale,

our lives will be easier.

Ooh, I won't have to do
shady jobs

for strangers anymore!

And if nothin' else,
at least this'll

keep you away
from that Nancy girl.

- ‐She's a bad influence!
- ‐

And that's the story
of why we downsized the farm.

But Mr. Quisling did
sell the land to developers!

Yeah, and now the farmland
is city land.

And you didn't even
keep me and Bill apart.

I know! And that's why
sellin' the land

was the biggest mistake
of my life!

Aw, gee, Ma,
I'm sorry I made ya‐‐

But it was worth it.

Aww!

OK, that's enough.

Thanks, y'all,
for accompanying us

to the Lil' Ladies Doll Palace.

It's a sacred place
for both dolls and doll owners.

Saxon insisted
we spend his birthday here.

"Here's to one more
full revolution around the sun!"

This place smells like
cinnamon and desperation.

Well, we're off to grab a table

at the High Socie‐Tea Room.
Y'all enjoy the store!

Thanks, we won't.

Finally, just the two of us,
Tilly girl.

"Well, what am I,
chopped liver?"

Yeah‐heh‐heh...

Since when do dolls

need all this mollycoddlin'?

They got a hair salon?

A yoga studio?!

‐And what the heck
is a "hospi‐doll"?
‐Out of the way!

We're losing her!
We're losing her!

Back in my day,
they worked the farm

just like everyone else.

Here it comes. "Back in my day,

we had to slice our own bread
and rode dinosaurs to work."

Boy, you ought
to learn some respect.

Ooh! Now this
is what I'm talkin' 'bout!

Takin' you on a tour
of these historical dolls

ought to teach you some manners.

Oh, Gramma. We both know
that lesson will never take.

Hm? Oh, no. No, no, no.

Help! Dad!

Hmm. What's Bill gonna do
in a place like this?

I smell...
sawdust and craftsmanship!

A workstation! Power tools!
Construction materials?!

Hi, there. Welcome to

the Build a Lil' Dream Home
workstation.

I know just what to do.

All right, sug,
we're in the height

of luxury now.
A table for two ladies

and one birthday gentleman,
please.

I'm really sorry. There's
gonna be another hour wait.

Yeesh. Are you sure
there's nothin' you can do?

It's someone's special day.

Hello!

Trust me, ma'am.

Everyone around here
is having a "special day."

So step aside
until the next table

opens up, plea‐‐ She's here!

It's Miss Cantaloupe Sinclair!
She's a prestige member

of the Lifetime
Lil' Ladies Club!

‐That's her!
‐She's like doll royalty!

Cantaloupe Sinclair?!

Wait, I don't know who that is.

Please come right in,
Miss Sinclair.

Thank you, Jessica. Oh!
I've never seen

that type of doll before.
What's his name?

Well, this is
my burlap companion, Saxon.

Oh, cute! Saxon, you don't mind

if me and my friends
head in first, right?

Oh. Uh...
"Of course! Go right ahead!"

You're such a doll.
Hope to see you in there.

Yep. See ya in there.

Psh. Line cutters, am I right?

Oh, uh, yeah. Totally.

Now, which historic doll
should we look at first?

Ah, here's a good one!
This is Jezebel Jenkins!

She was a general
in the Great w*r.

Ugh! Being stuck in this exhibit

is my Great w*r. Aah!

Oh, no, you don't!

Fine. If I can't
escape physically,

I'll just retreat
into my imagination. Hmm...

‐ ‐Space motorcycle!

Knock it off! What'd I tell ya

about usin' your imagination?

Oh, look, Cricket! Over there

‐are the pre‐colonial dolls! ‐

Those girls were pioneers.

Heh. No one can box in
ol' Cricket Green.

Huh?

Oh, cheese curds.

Help! Help! Dad!

And with a couple
of modifications,

this house'll soon
be up to code.

‐Wow! Very nice. ‐Unbelievable.

‐ ‐ Phew!

I'm glad we finally got a table.

Might be all the way
in the back,

but I'm sure we'll still
have a great time.

Besides, being
right by the kitchen

means we'll get our food fas‐‐

‐‐ter.

Oh, yes, Mama.

We're gonna have
such a great time.

Lots of fun things...
to do here...

‐ ‐He's so funny!

Maybe it's time we bust out

those homemade Tilly muffins
you brought!

"Muffins?
I'll take a baker's dozen!"

Let's dig in!

I wonder if those kids
would want a muffin.

Well, why don't you go ask?

Oh, no. I‐‐ I wouldn't want
to bother them.

Til, I don't think anyone's
ever been bothered by muffins.

Well, if you insist...

And I was like, "Yeah, duh!"

‐ ‐

Oh, it's you again! Hi!

I was wonderin' if any of you

would like to try
one of my homemade muffins.

I'm probably allergic
or something.

Yeah. Allergic to garbage!
Hey‐o!

‐I'd love one. ‐

‐Oh, me, too!
‐Yeah, I'd love some garbage!

Uh... by all means.

You'll have to excuse
my friends. These are great!

Well, thank you. I made 'em
for Saxon's birthday!

"Don't ask me
what age I'm turnin',

'cause I ain't tellin'!"

‐ ‐

I like you. You're fun.

Would you and Saxon like to sit

with me and my besties
forev‐sies?

We'd love to!

Just let me head over
and grab my mama so we can all‐‐

Oh, um, actually...

I was kind of hoping
it could just be us kids.

Oh. Uh. Yeah.
That should be fine.

There you are, Tilly.

Some crumpets fell off
the waiter's tray!

Another perk of being
kitchen‐adjacent, am I right?

Oh, Mama. Those fancy kids

want me and Saxon
to sit with them!

That's wonderful, kiddo!

Want us to take these floor
crumpets to go, then?

Well, the thing is,
Cantaloupe said

that it's a kids‐only
type of party,

and you know Saxon
really wants to go, so...

Oh. Well. If Saxon
wants to go...

No problem.

Thanks, Mama! Gotta keep
the birthday boy happy!

Come on, Saxon!
You're about to soar

up the doll society ladder!

Have fun!

Look, Mama! That old lady

likes talking
to her dollies, too!

She was the rootinest,
tootinest sheriff

west of the Mississippi!

All right, come on, sweetie.

You know, Cricket,
sometimes it's hard for me

to tell ya how I feel,
but... I love ya‐‐

Oh, are ya kiddin' me?!

Nobody makes a fool
outta Alice Green!

Aah! Ohh, this ain't good.

Oh, pickle sticks, I'm stuck!

Where is that little menace?

Gramma! Gramma, help me!

Ooh! Hehe, this is just perfect.

Gee, Cricket,
would you look at that?

That doll up there
looks exactly like you!

‐Ah, come on!
‐Well, hello there, dearie.

Say, would you like
to take home a new doll?

Ohh, no.

All right, Saxon,
we have arrived.

Oh, hi, Tilly. Welcome back.
Please, have a seat.

Great! Um, I'll have
to find a chair to pull up.

You don't need to do that.

Oh, Willow, you and your doll
are excused now.

‐Wh‐What?! ‐Wait, what, now?

I said Willow's leaving,
so you can have her seat.

I'm sure there's room
for everyone.

If I let everyone sit with us,
then it wouldn't be special.

Willow, you're OK
with this, right?

Oh. Y‐Yeah, sure.

Heh. Have fun, Tilly.

OK... Well...
Thanks for havin' me!

Eh... Ehh...

Gramma, this is drool
and unusual punishment!

Wordplay won't save ya now, boy!

Do ya give up?

Yes, I'm sorry!

Old dolls are cool or whatever!

‐Good enough. ‐

Once again, Alice Green
comes out on top.

Uhh... Listen, kid,
the joke's over.

‐Now, git! ‐

Ahh, all done. Ha‐ha,
ain't she a beaut?

Complete with electric,
workin' appliances,

‐and indoor plumbin'! ‐

I‐‐ I don't understand.

You only used one piece of wood.

Heh. How 'bout that.

My whole life is a lie!

‐
‐How do ya turn
this thing off?!

‐ Hey, family! ‐

What's goin' on?

Dollhouse made her
stop screamin'!

Bill, give her that thing!

What? Give her this?

It's the house or your son.

You're hesitating!

Fine, you can take
the dollhouse.

You know, maybe
this is for the best.

That little girl
can enjoy the dollhouse,

and maybe when she
has kids of her own,

‐she can pass it on down to‐‐ ‐

Uh, Dad?

Thanks again for havin' me
at your table, Cantaloupe.

Just to had to make
a little room.

Ashton, are you happy
with the changes at the table?

Oh, yeah. Willow was the worst.

Seems like your friends kinda do

whatever you tell them to do.

Friends? Ashton
is more of a lackey.

Watch this. Ashton,

I've decided Tilly's muffins
aren't so great anymore.

‐Blech! ‐But what?

You see, Tilly. The people
who sit at this table

are like my dolls. They say
what I want them to say,

do what I want them to do.

And now, you've joined
my collection!

That's crazy! I'm not
just gonna do whatever you say!

Oh, Tilly, you already have.

You ditched your own mother
to sit with me.

‐No, no, I‐‐
‐Here's what you're gonna do.

Throw out that disgusting sack

and get a proper Lil' Lady doll.

You're‐‐ You're a bad person!
I can't believe

I actually thought
sittin' at your table was cool!

"Here's how we feel
about your fancy table! Splash!"

Genevieve!

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna head back

to hang out with
the coolest kid
I know ‐ my mama!

Cantaloupe?

‐ Oh, Tilly? ‐Huh? Aah!

‐
‐And that is how I feel
about you.

Oof!

‐Wha‐‐? ‐

Nobody messes
with my little lady.

‐
‐Dang, that kid
has anger issues.

Oh!

‐ ‐

‐ ‐Tilly, you're OK!

Only physically.

Mama, I'm sorry I abandoned you.

Saxon wanted‐‐ I really wanted
to fit in with the fancy kids.

Aw, Til, it's OK.
Seeing you stand up

to that lil' dweebus
made me so dang proud of you!

‐I love you, sug!
‐I love you, too, Mama.

Now, come on.
Let's show these Lil' Ladies

how the Green girls
have a food fight.

With ya till the end, Mama!

This place has gone nuts!

We're gonna have to move on
without Nancy and Tilly.

Every man for him‐‐
Oh, hey, girls! How'd it go?

Had some tea,
started a food fight.

Pretty quality
mother/daughter time.

Saxon says it was the best
birthday he coulda asked for.

Tilly! Wait! Uh,
Juniper Bunderstitch
wanted to say something.

"I think the way you stood up

to Cantaloupe back there
was really cool.

Do you think you'd want
to have tea together sometime?"

"Of course! At our table,

everyone is welcome!"

What a weird place!