01x05 - Walk Pool/Gone Fishin'

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

♪ Maybe the world is blind

♪ Or just a little unkind

♪ Don't know

♪ Seems you can't be sure

♪ Of anything anymore

♪ Although

♪ You may be lonely and then

♪ One day you're
smiling again ♪

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ I see the girl
that turns my world around ♪

♪ Standing there

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ Her spirit's lifting me
right off the ground ♪

♪ What's gonna be

♪ Guess we'll just wait
and see ♪♪

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Whoof!

[indistinct singing]

- Hi, Henry!
- Hi, Henry!

Hello, girls.
How was school?

Great, we learned
all about frogs.

I'm starved.
What's for dinner tonight?

Frog legs.

- Grossaroo!
- Grossaroo!

[sighs]

Hello, Henry.

Hello, Mrs. Johnson.

Do you know the expression

"Oh, my tired bones?"

Yes.

Well, my bones
aren't just tired

they're in a coma.

Hard day?

You don't know the half of it.

I'm a woman who's loved
children all her life

but if I have to walk
those girls,

and their friends
to and from school one more day,

they gonna end up spots
on the pavement.

Now, that has to be the work
of Scotty Lotabucci.

He's the worst child
in the group.

Do you know he shaves cats?

Oh, calm down.
Nobody's that cruel.

Henry, look
what Scotty Lotabucci gave me.

- What is it?
- Cat fur.

Scotty is the rottenest boy
in the history of the school.

Yeah, one day he put super glue
on the teacher's chair,

when she stood up,
her whole dress ripped off.

I think I like Scotty
better than Margaux.

Yeah, she's so stuck up.

"Hello, I'm Margaux,

and I'm beautiful
and you're a peasant."

Uck!

Then there's Allen,
what a nerd.

I think he's kinda cute.

But he's mindless, Cherie.

You can be cute and mindless.

In fact, I like that in a boy.

Wait a minute,
Scotty, Margaux, Allen...

They sound like
horrible people.

Why do you wanna walk
with them to school?

Because they're
our best friends.

Oh.

Hey, froggy...
You wanna go play swamp?

Sure.

I don't think I approve of

Punky's association
with that Lotabucci hoodlum.

That boy could wind up
in jail.

Lord, I hope
I don't have to walk him there.

Mrs. Johnson,
you have difficulty

escorting those children to
school for two simple reasons.

You have no organization
or discipline.

- Is that so?
- It is.

The children know
you're a soft-touch

and they act accordingly.

- Is that so?
- It is.

Well, Oo-boof-edu!

Eloquently put.

Having been
in the merchant marine

I know the importance
of organization and discipline.

- Is that so?
- It is.

Well, I'd like to see
you handle the job.

Believe me, I'm tempted.

Well, then, why don't you do it?

Why don't you walk the children
to school tomorrow?

Alright, I will.

- You'll be sorry.
- You'll eat those words.

You better eat 'em right now

because you're gonna need
all the energy you can get.

[instrumental music]

Alright, roll call.

- Brewster Punky.
- Yo!

Brewster Brandon.

[imitates bark]

- Johnson Cherie.
- Here.

Kramer Margaux.

Ici, monsieur.

Lotabucci Scotty.

[blowing a raspberry]

Young man, insubordination
will not be tolerated.

Either shape up or ship out.

- Anderson Allen.
- I'm here.

Okay.

From now on, you will march to
school the Warnimont way.

Which means, no bickering,
no toddling

no non-sense of any kind.

Is that understood?

All: Yeah.

Yes, sir. Mr. Warnimont, sir.

All: Yes, sir.
Mr. Warnimont, sir.

I can't hear you.

All: Yes, sir!
Mr. Warnimont, sir!

That's better.
On your feet.

One step forward, ho!

Right face, ho!

Forward, ho!

Left, right, left, right.
Left, right, left, right...

♪ We walk to school
and we walk real straight ♪

♪ We walk to school
and we walk real straight ♪

♪ Nothing makes us hesitate

♪ Nothing makes us hesitate

♪ Even when
the wind blows hard ♪

♪ Even when
the wind blows hard ♪

♪ We will not cut through
someone's yard ♪

♪ We will not cut through
someone's yard ♪

♪ Sound of

♪ One two three four five six

♪ Here we come ♪

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You're gonna step on a crab.
[shrieks]

Watch out.

[chuckles]

Stop it! Just stop it!

Hey, she hit me.

Now, I'm covered with
Margaux's cooties.

You're the worst. You're just
the worst, Scotty Lotabucci.

Hey, relax.
Don't have a cow.

What's the problem here?

Scotty scuffed my new shoes.
On purpose.

I was only trying to scrape
the dog stuff off of 'em.

[screams]
Ew, no!

Easy, Margaux, easy.

Gee, all this fuss
and I was only kidding.

Margaux, let's not resort
to v*olence.

Better watch out, Margaux.

The sun's hitting your face,
you might get a freckle.

You girls are just jealous

'cause I'm beautiful
and you're peasants.

[screams]
Stop bickering!

Ah.

Wait a minute.
Where's Scotty and Allen?

There they are.

Easy, kitty.

After the shave,
you're gonna be a lot cooler.

Scotty!

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- Punky!
- Stop that. Get out of there.

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[tires screeching]

Are you okay?

I've, uh, been better.

I know it's been
kind of a rough morning,

but it won't be this bad
after school

when you walk us back home.

Walk you... home?

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- Hello, girls. How was school?
- Fine.

- Where's Henry?
- Right behind us.

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So, Henry,
how did it go today?

Fine. No problem.

Good.

I couldn't help
but notice your pants.

Maybe you need new
dry cleaner.

I did have a little problem
with Scotty Lotabucci

on the way home.

I don't know
what possessed that boy.

He tried to shave
a German shepherd.

[laughing]

I feel lucky to be alive.

Anzio was a picnic
compared to this.

Henry, you might want to keep
this as a souvenir.

[sighing] Mrs. Johnson, there's
something I should say to you.

Yesterday, I carried on and on
about how you lack

discipline and organization

and I intimated
that when I took over

I would have no problem
controlling the children.

Well... I was wrong.

And I've something
I'd like to say to you.

- What's that?
- I told you so.

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[sighs]

Hey, Henry, I forgot to tell you
the good news.

Me and the kids took a vote.

We want you to walk us to
school every day.

[theme music]

♪ Maybe the world is blind

♪ Or just a little unkind

♪ Don't know

♪ But you may be lonely
and then ♪

♪ One day you're smilin' again

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ I see the girl
that turns my world around ♪

♪ Standing there

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ Her spirit's lifting me
right off the ground ♪

♪ What's gonna be

♪ Guess we'll just wait
and see ♪♪

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Whoof!

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Henry, look.

Look, Henry.

Henry...

Look.

Punky, I am trying to read.

Henry.

What is it, Punky?

I'm bored out of my skull.

If you don't come up with
something for me to do

you're never gonna
finish that book.

Well, now, when I was little

and bored enough
to annoy grown-ups

I used to do something
really fun.

- Like what?
- I used to go fishing.

Boring.

Punky, fishing is one
of life's greatest pleasures.

Boring.

Have I ever told you
about Big Al?

Who's Big Al?

Only the largest,

fastest, smartest fish
God ever gave gills.

I've been after him
for the last ten years.

Last year, I almost had him.

It was a hazy summer day.

I had the lake all to myself.

I put a big fat nightcrawler
onto my favorite hook

and cast it perfectly
behind a sunken log.

As soon as it hit, the surface
of the water began to boil.

I had a fish!

- Was it Big Al?
- You bet your sweet sneakers.

I fought that fish
for half an hour.

Just as I thought I had him,
Big Al swam right up next to me,

shook the hook
out of his mouth,

spat in my eye and took off.

Fish spit?

Gosh!

Can we go fishing today?

Oh, no.

You don't want
to go fishing.

It's boring.

Oh, please, Henry?

Well...

- Alright.
- Yippee!

- I'll call my friends.
- No.

But they can go with us.

Forget it. No, uh-uh.
It ain't gonna happen.

Come on!

[children screaming]

Alright!

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F-r-e-e-z-e!

From this point on,
you children have two choices.

Either you carry your own gear

or you carry me.

[birds chirping]

[instrumental music]

Henry: Children, I want you
to behold

Lake Waxahachie.

[gasping]

Isn't it beautiful?

Isn't it serene?

Yeah.

Why are we whispering?

[indistinct chatter]

Now, listen.

It's important that we approach
the lake slowly

and cautiously

and quietly.

Children: Yay!

Look, let's get
one thing straight.

I'm here to pull fish out
of this lake, not children.

Anyone goes swimming,
either voluntarily

or accidentally, will have
Henry Warnimont to answer to.

Does that go for hats too?

[gasping]

Margaux: Oh, no!

Don't worry, Margaux,
Brandon will get it.

Brandon, fetch.

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[indistinct chatter]

- Come on.
- Come on, fishy, fishy, fishy.

I realize this is the first time
most of you have gone fishing

so, I think I should inform you
that fish will not bite a hook

without a worm.

Children: Oh.

I want each one of you to pick
out a nice, juicy nightcrawler.

Hey, worm,
I don't wanna s*ab you.

If I just set you on the hook,
will you promise to hang on?

Punky, just shove the hook
through it.

It can't feel anything.

It's just a worm.

Takes one to know one.

A worm! Eeek!
Get it off!

I hate their slimy
little bodies

and their rotten little
worm breath! Eeew!

Isn't this fun?

Aren't you children glad
you came?

All: Yes, sir.
Mr. Warnimont, sir.

Scotty. Scotty.
You're scaring the fish.

Are you kidding? We haven't seen
a fish in five miserable hours.

I wanna go home.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I want, too.

Yeah. Me, I want to
get out of here.

- Come on, let's go.
- Just a minute, you guys.

Henry gave up his whole Saturday
to bring us out here.

He bought us lunch and worms.

He taught us how to fish

and you're not being
very nice to him.

You're acting like a bunch
of bratty little babies.

Who are you calling a baby?

- You!
- I was just asking.

Now, let's all get back to our
poles and catch one for Henry.

Thank you for
saying that, Punky.

You're welcome.

Now, how soon
can we get out of here?

- What?
- Look...

I stalled them for a while,

but I've gotta
tell you something',

my heart wasn't in it.

Are you saying,
you don't like fishing?

Let's put it this way.

I'd rather go to the dentist.

Oh, I'm sorry, Punky.

I do love fishing,
and I'd hoped you'd like it too.

I'll tell you
what I love, Henry.

You. And I know you love me.

That's right.

Just because people love
each other

doesn't mean
they like the same things.

Like, remember this Saturday
at the roller rink?

I had a great time, you didn't.

Well, it'd have been alright

had that large lady
not bounce me

right into the popcorn stand.

That was my favorite part.

Tell you what, let's go home,
put our thinking caps on

and maybe we'll find something
we like to do together.

Great idea, Henry.
Thanks.

Come on, children, pick up
your gear. We're going home.

All: Yay!

- Henry.
- Yes, Punky.

My line is snugged.

That's snagged. Here.

Gonna make it loose for you.

Punky, you've got a fish.
Here.

Wow!

Wow. Oh, wowie. Wow.

Henry: Punky, looks like
you got a big one there.

Feels like a whale.

Just relax.
Let it run if it wants to.

Keep the tip of your rod up.

Pull back and reel in.
Pull back and reel in.

Pull back and reel in.

Pull back and reel in.

The fish is trying
to do the same thing.

- Come on!
- Punky, are you alright?

- You need any help?
- No.

I can catch this one by myself.

I've got Punky power!

[cheering]

Children: Go. Go, Punky, go.

Children: Go, Punky, go.

Children: Go. Go, Punky, go.

Yay!

[cheering]

Whoo!

- Alright.
- Well done, Punky.

- I'm proud of you.
- Thanks, Henry.

Well, what do you think
of fishing now?

There's only one thing to say,
I'm hooked.

[all laughing]

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