01x17 - Tailoring Swift

[bunniefuu]

Kali! Snack time!

Kali?

Kali!

(whooshing)

Time to meet your maker.

Okay.

But if I win, you're drinking
this nutrient slurry.

Hmm.

(yelling)

(clang)

Whoa, take it easy!

I am taking it easy.

On my planet,
we're handed a bo staff

the moment we're born.

Baby Kali:
Hyah!

Huh! Cute.

♪♪

(both grunting)

♪♪

(laughing)

I think that's a draw.

You got lucky this time.

But I am a woman of my word.

I will drink half the slurry

and no more.

Gotta say, I think I'm pretty
good with this mega hammer.

You might even say
I'm getting the swing of...

Oh.

We can patch that.

I wanna say... oops?

(theme song playing)

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I do normal like a fish
rides a bicycle ♪

♪ Fit in like summer
and an icicle ♪

♪ Don't fight it,
just be an original ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I roller skate
outside the lines ♪

♪ When I try to stay in,
it's no surprise ♪

♪ It's a fail, it's okay,
I'm one of a kind ♪

♪ One of a, one of a kind ♪

♪ So anytime I feel
some type of way ♪

♪ Don't understand
the human race ♪

♪ So what, so what, so what ♪

♪ I do my thing,
I do my thing ♪

♪ You do your thing,
You do your thing ♪

♪ When we don't fit in ♪

♪ We stand out in the crowd
and we shout it loud ♪

♪ I do my thing,
I do my thing ♪

♪ I'm the one and only,
I'm the one and only ♪

♪ Don't try to fit in,
Don't try to fit in ♪

♪ Mm-hmm, I do my thing ♪

You put a hole
through their wall.

A small one...

that turned into
a really big one.

Oh, Gabby,
if you're going to wield

the Ancient Hammer of Gwargwar,
you best wield

the Ancient Hammer
of Gwargwar with care.

Listen, Swift, you can't
expect me to babysit

a wild, warrior alien like Kali

without a little mess.

Spilt milk, I'd understand.

But deconstructing
an entire wall?

You're going to get a reputation
as a bad babysitter.

And trust me, bad reputations
are very hard to shake.

You hit twelve parked cars

and suddenly
you're a "bad driver."

Sorry, Swift.
Won't happen again.

Very well. I have
a new assignment for you:

Daria Mungo.

She comes from a species
of intergalactic tailor aliens.

And they're the best.

Their clothing is admired
all the way from Mars

to Gor-Monia to Earth
to Other Earth...

- Hmm?
- I mean... ahem.

(chuckles nervously)

Off you go!

Sorry, did you say,
"Other Earth?"

What?
(laughs awkwardly)

Gabby? Really?
Another Earth?

With exact replicas
of everyone here?

Only chocolate tastes
like vanilla

and vanilla tastes
like chocolate?

That's just...
(laughs)

Tall tales, Gabby!

Tall tales!

I have definitely
never summered there!

(door closes)

(classical music playing
over stereo)

I gotta say, those are
some noice suits.

We take great pride in our work,

applying a millennia
of expertise

and using only the finest of...

materials.

Cool. Not creepy at all.

You two have fun tonight.

Me and little Daria here
are gonna get rippin',

right, bud?

(laughs nervously)

So rippin'.

You've been a good friend
to me over the years,

but things have changed.

I live in the dangerous world
of alien danger now.

And that means I can't be held
back by little kid stuff anymore.

(distorted)
Dream with me.

I'm sorry, Tattery Tom.

Part of me will always love you,

but it's time to grow up.

Hey!

Do you mind? I'm kinda looking
for goodies in here.

I can see why you need
constant supervision.

You really got attached
to this dumb toy?

That's wiggity wack.

Tom and I had some great times.

I regret nothing.

Whatever.

Mind if I take this thing?

I have...

plans.

Sure. See, Tom?

Each ending's just
another beginning.

And I know they say one man's
trash is another man's treasure,

- but maybe stop...
- Treasure!

You've been working
on that same shirt all night.

You wanna watch a movie?

Prank call? I know
a very gullible Zagellian.

Can I just work, please?

We've been very busy
at the tailor shop.

Uh, sure.
You go... right ahead.

I'm gonna go imagine
what I'd look like with bangs

in the bathroom mirror.

Bathroom?
Are you in here?

(sighs)

And the spooky vibe
is off the charts.

(pulsing softly)

Huh.

Whoa!

Swift?

That's weird.

- What are you doing in here?
- (Gabby gasps)

Oh!

(chuckles awkwardly)

That room is off limits.

Sorry. I just got a little lost
looking for the bathroom.

Mr. Mungo:
You should leave now.

Mmm.

I warned you, Gabby.

I told you to be
more responsible.

Yes, you did.
And I have been.

What are you talking about?

The Mungos.

They called
and filed a complaint,

saying you turned up
to their house late,

made a "ginormous" mess,
their words,

and broke their priceless
Mercurian crystal vase.

Mercurian crystal is
extremely hard

to come by, Gabby.

I didn't do any of that.

Hey, I played it safe.

I even used a coaster.

Me. A coaster.
They're lying!

Why on Earth or Other Earth...

Oh. Why do I
keep saying that?

Would the Mungos lie?

I don't know.

I did find a strange device

that projected
these crazy symbols.

And your picture.
Weird, right?

Not weird!

I have an appointment
for a suit fitting!

It's probably a calendar!

Well, something's up with them

because I didn't do
any of that stuff.

- You gotta believe me...
- I don't want to hear it!

We just discussed
your irresponsible actions.

This is your last warning.

Next time...

well, there might
not be a next time.

- You are dismissed.
- Swift, I...

Dismissed!

Hey, I...

Something's going on.

And I'm gonna get
to the bottom of it.

Gabby: It's simple.

The Mungos do suits
for humans too, right?

So we set up a fitting
at your house

and while they're gone,
I sneak in

and find that glow-y thing.

They're hiding something,

and whatever's on that device
will prove it to Swift.

You're in a very
sensitive state right now,

so I'm gonna ask this gently:

Are you positive
you didn't do anything...

reckless... at their place?

You are, occasionally,

a bull in a china shop...

What's that supposed to mean?

Okay, to be fair, that was
in the way of my gesturing!

Look, I take my babysitting
very seriously.

And I accept responsibility
when I mess up...

most of the time.

But if you seriously think
I'm about to take the blame

for something I didn't do,

then, you sir... (gasps)

Oh! Don't worry
about it.

Okay, I'm in!

But I want you to know,

while I pride myself
on always being

the distraction guy,

this one's tough for me.

And why is that?

Suits, that's why.

Sheeple wear suits!

My mom's mean boss, Carl,
wears a suit!

"Suits" wear suits, Gabby!

That's why
they're called "suits!"

(sighs heavily)
Look.

I just need you
to draw out the fitting

long enough for me
to snag that device, okay?

Fine.

You can put a suit
on my body, Gabby,

but you can never put
a suit on my soul.

Good to know.

Ahh!

- What do you want?
- Sleep, Jeremy.

I can't sleep
without Tattery Tom.

I tried.

You cuddle buddies
are all frauds!

I need to grow up.

But I can't grow up
if I can't sleep.

And I can't sleep without Tom.

So I'm gonna need him back.

Yeah. No can do.

I was gonna blend Tom
into smithereens,

but we really hit it off.

♪♪

And then the boy
opened the closet

and saw a giant mouse.

(laughing)

Hold still!

We were so tuckered out
we took a nap together.

You know, this guy's great
for helping you get sleep.

Yeah, I know.

Both:
He's mine!

All right, Mungos.

Let's see what you're hiding.

Huh?

Where'd it go?

It was right here.

You've seen a weird
glow-y thing?

Ah, who am I kidding?

You don't even have a head.

Hope Wes is keeping them busy.

Customer satisfaction is our
number one priority, so...

what kind of suit
are you looking for?

And be specific.

Oh, I don't know.

Something that pairs pure class
with a bit of moxie.

Something that boggles the mind

but delights the eye.

Something that would make
the Mona Lisa smile.

That would make the Mona Lisa...

frown.

(sighs)

(rock 'n' roll music playing)

(band music playing)

(country music playing)

(hip-hop music playing)

Whoa!

I see moxie, I see pure class.

I see the impossible face
of the Mona Lisa.

You did it.

We're glad that you're pleased.

Ah. I feel like
a new man.

I'm never taking it off.

Tell me, what is this
marvelous garment made out of?

Wool.

No, that, that can't be right.

I'm, I'm super-allergic to wool.

Since when did they start
making suits out of wool?

Since... the first one?

I'm going to politely
ask you to leave.

Now!

Come on, come on, come on!
I know it's here somewhere!

Wow, Mungos. Try not
to smile so much.

Bingo.

(gasps)

You again.

Swift:
Breaking and entering?

I am positively horrified.

Mrs. Mungo:
Fortunately we got home

before she could steal anything.

Mr. Mungo: Are you quite sure
you don't have

a more responsible human
to babysit our kind?

Someone less...

her.

Swift: Gabby,
do you have

anything to say for yourself?

Hoo hoo!

Well, that's a first
for Gabby Duran.

You have refused

to heed my advice

and continued on your path
of destruction and disrespect.

I formally suspend you
from all babysitting

until further notice.

Now if you'll excuse me,

the Mungos have offered
to bump up my fitting.

In their own home, no less!

Shall we?

Tattery Tom:
Dream with me.

- Olivia: Let go!
- Jeremy: Never!

You gave your trash mouse to me!

He's rightfully mine!

He's not a trash mouse.

He belongs with his momma bear!

(rips)

(gasps) His arm's
coming apart at the seam.

We can't keep fighting
like this.

(exhales forcefully)

Tell you what.

We'll have a contest.

We'll both hold on to Tom,

and the first person
to let go says goodbye.

You're on.

But heads up, I can sit still

for a long time!

My mom once lost me at the mall

'cause she thought
I was a mannequin.

Let's do this, human.

(garbled)
Dream with me.

(both snoring softly)

What evil plans are you finding?

Are they gonna
take over Havensburg?

Abduct a bunch of kids
to make them slaves?

Orb: Negative.
Everything appears normal.

There's no way the Mungos
made up all those lies

just because they
don't like me, right?

I mean, who doesn't like me?

Do you want an honest answer?

That means I broke
into their house for nothing?

- (grunts)
- (beeping)

I have located
a hidden directory.

Umm, I'm pretty sure I did that.

What's it say?

It appears the Mungos
plan to use

Swift's Gor-Monite flesh as
fabric for the ultimate suit.

What?

They're gonna turn
Swift's skin into a suit?

Do you know what this means?

It means...

I was right!

I knew there was something
fishy about those aliens!

Wait.

They're gonna turn Swift
into a suit!

- (line ringing)
- Come on, Swift. Pick up.

You've reached Principal
Principal Swift.

I'm unavailable
because I'm getting fitted

by world-class tailors.

Yay!

Why would he update
his voicemail with that?

I've got to warn him
about the Mungos!

Do you think they
make suits in... round?

Not the time, Orb.

It never is.

I think it's time to get
a little reckless.

(moans)

Whoa.

What happened?

Huh! Tattery Tom cast
his sleep spell on us!

I love that guy!

Wait... where is he?

- What'd you do with him, you punk?
- Me?

Maybe you're hiding him,
you sneaky sneak!

How dare you call me
a sneaky sneak!

(air horn blares)

The trash mouse isn't
missing. I destroyed it.

Why?

Also, what is that thing?

It's our Orb.
Why?

You bring home too many things
you find in other people's trash.

Sorry not sorry.

This is why I don't
get attached to things!

It hurts when they go away,
and I don't like that!

I should have just shredded Tom
when I had the chance.

I feel... fine.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I may never fall asleep again
for the rest of my life,

but... (inhales sharply)

isn't it better to have
loved Tom and lost him

than to have
never loved him at all.

Huh.

I guess you're right.

Thanks, Olivia.

You know, you're a lot
like Gabby,

only way more
emotionally mature.

I am, aren't I?

Hey, if you're worried
about falling asleep,

you should try my ocean sounds.

I recorded them myself.

Jeremy on stereo: Whoosh!
Crash! Caw-caw! Caw-caw!

I'm a seagull.

Not gonna happen.

Whoosh!

(bodies thud to floor)

Crash!
Caw-caw! Caw-caw!

Whoosh!

(grunting)

Mr. Mungo: Perfect.
It's no use.

The force field neutralizes
your morphing ability.

But don't worry,

you're going to make
a stunning suit.

Gor-Monite flesh is the sleekest and
most colorful material in the galaxy.

Mrs. Mungo: Plus,
the viscoelastic properties

allows it to conform
to any shape or size.

Which means it'll be the most
sought out suit in the galaxy.

And we're all going
to be very, very rich.

You should consider it
a compliment, really.

I certainly will not!

Retrieve the diagrams.
It's time.

(grunting)

(Swift panting)

(whimpering)

The plans... they're gone.

- (rumbling)
- (gasps)

Gabby! Thank goodness!

Oh, were you looking for this?

Think about what you're doing.

That suit was going
to look really good.

Stitch it, Mungo!

Swift:
Who would have thought:

I, the damsel and you, the hero?

Thank you, Gabby.

You three are in big trouble.

You've broken nearly every
intergalactic law there is.

And I have all the evidence.

Quite the stain
on your reputation.

You know, Mungos, we actually
have something in common.

I also take a lot
of pride in my work.

And you guys lied about me.

I mean, I never showed up late.

I didn't even make a mess.

(gasps)

Oops.

I guess I did break
your vase, though.

(chuckles)

Citizen's arrest.
How humiliating!

Any last words?

Uh, Gabby?

Yeah, Daria?

You can never pull off bangs.

Uh... wow.

Unnecessary.

Swift?

Ta-ta.

Wait!
These dreadful uniforms!

They're hideous!

Please let me tailor them fir...

I'm sorry, Gabby.

I... should have
trusted you.

Well, maybe I'd be
a little easier to trust

if I was a little less
reckless. I get it.

Your smashing through
things today saved my life,

so, to borrow
an Earth expression,

you just keep doing you.

Hey, I haven't heard from
Wesley since he got that fitting.

Wonder what's up?

So itchy...

So itchy...

But so handsome.

I am never taking
you off, buddy.

(sighs)

Eh.

Hey, ever wield
an ancient hammer before?

Ooh! Pretty sweet, right?

Yes! Yes, yes, yes.

Yeah, we'll work on it.

Alone at last,
my little trash mouse.

They could never love you
like I can.

Dream with me.

I will, Tom.
I will.

Principal Swift: Next time on
Gabby Duran and the Unsittables...

The Luchachos
th anniversary party.

No one loves this place
more than we do.

I'm pet-sitting again.

Where'd he go!

(Gabby grunts)

- Oh!
- (grunts)

You are banned from Luchachos,
for life.

(theme music playing)

Man: Gorgeous!