♪ Martha was an average dog
♪ She went... and... and...
(barking, growls)
♪ When she ate
some alphabet soup ♪
♪ Then what happened
was bizarre... ♪
On the way to Martha's stomach,
the letters lost their way.
They traveled to her brain
and now...
♪ She's got a lot to say
♪ Now she speaks...
How now, brown cow?
♪ Martha speaks, yeah,
she speaks and speaks ♪
♪ And speaks and speaks
and speaks... ♪
What's a caboose?
When are we eating again?
♪ Martha speaks...
Hey, Joe, what do you know?
My name's not Joe.
♪ She's not always right,
but still that Martha speaks. ♪
Hi, there!
♪ She's got a voice,
she's ready to shout ♪
♪ Martha will tell you
what it's all about ♪
♪ Sometimes wrong
but seldom in doubt ♪
♪ Martha will tell you
what it's all about ♪
♪ That dog's unique...
Testing, one, two!
♪ Hear her speak
♪ Martha speaks and speaks
♪ And speaks and speaks
and... ♪
♪ Communicates, enumerates
♪ Elucidates, exaggerates
♪ Indicates and explicates
♪ Bloviates and overstates
and... ♪
(panting)
♪ ...hyperventilates!
♪ Martha, to reiterate
Martha speaks!
♪ Martha speaks.
Oh, hi.
Today we have words
about two of your senses:
your sense of smell
and your sense of hearing.
TD, you copied
my script.
Huh?
The second story is the
same as the first one.
Don't worry,
I'll fix it
while you run the
first episode.
It will be fine.
Well, uh,
listen for words about smelling
like "scent," "aroma"
and "fragrant,"
and words about hearing
like "blaring,"
"clanging" and "rumbling."
And we'll see you
at the end of the show.
WEASELGRAFT:
Order.
I call this board meeting
to order.
First order of business:
the treasurer's report.
Oh, really?
Pablum...
Yes?
You're the treasurer!
(stammers)
Oh, right, sorry.
Well... (clears throat)
Treasurer's report.
How much money do we have?
That is the question.
Well...
(groaning)
Oh, no, there it goes.
Hurry!
(both grunting)
(both gasping)
(groaning in pain)
(grunting)
Well, that was
the last of it.
(sighs)
It's hopeless.
The only thing left
is to get an honest job.
(shuddering)
Or?
Or...
BOTH:
Steal the talking dog!
(muffled):
Life would be so much simpler...
Hang on.
What did you say?
I said,
life would be
so much simpler
with hands.
At least I'd be able
to carry things
and talk at
the same time.
You may not
have hands, but dogs
have some pretty great
things instead.
Like what?
Well, great hearing.
I wish I could hear
like a dog.
Yeah... I wish
I smelled like a dog.
BOTH:
Oh.
You mean you wish
you had a dog's
outstanding sense of smell.
Yeah, they can smell
everything
from way off.
Smelling is good...
but it doesn't open
refrigerator doors.
Hey, TD, wait!
Oh, oh, Helen!
Pass it here next!
That's the one, all right.
That's the talking dog.
(giggling)
All we have to do
is lure it into the crate,
and it's ours.
We'll be-- ow!-- rich.
Ow!
Ready, Martha?
(panting)
(panting)
What are you doing?
Uh, making
a sandwich.
Oh, perhaps
I can help.
Really? That's very...
We're not having
a picnic here.
Huh? (sniffs)
I smell peanut butter.
Pablum, could you
kindly remember
that you are
a professional criminal?
Uh, uh, Otis...
I'm not done.
We are trying
to kidnap a dog.
Do you understand that?
Shh, shh.
Excuse me.
(screams)
It wasn't me.
It's him.
(sighs)
You know this
is a "no parking" zone?
(both sigh)
(sniffing)
Hmm, that pleasant scent
came from around here somewhere.
(sniffing)
Hmm.
Aha!
(sighs)
Thank you, Officer.
We love policemen.
MARTHA:
Come on, peanut butter.
Come to Martha.
(coughing)
(slurping)
Come on, peanut butter.
Come to Martha.
Otis, red light!
(brakes screeching)
Something funny
is going on here.
Ready, Martha?
Martha?
(grunts angrily)
We're never going
to get that talking
dog without a plan.
It's not
like she's going
to simply walk
into our hands.
Oh, these g*ons again.
I feel sorry
for whatever poor talking dog
they're looking for.
Hey, wait a minute.
I almost forgot
about that peanut butter.
Where'd it go?
Martha!
Maybe she went home.
It's not like her
to leave
without saying
anything.
(tires squealing)
Whoa! (grunts)
If only we
were faster,
we'd have that mutt
in our mitts right now.
Don't worry, Otis.
I have a feeling
we're closer
to pinching that pooch
than we think.
(gulps)
What are you doing?
Getting the crate.
Leave it,
we have planning to do.
Oh, yes, Otis.
Guess I'd better
get out of here.
(gasps)
(panting)
Oh, dang.
There's got to be
another way out.
No, no...
don't you see?
The dog gets a whiff
of the tasty burger.
It follows the scent,
leading it through the gate.
The gate activates
the electromagnet,
and the crate rises up.
Weaselgraft
and Pablum's hideout?
Don't worry.
They don't know
I'm here.
Where is it?
I can't tell.
I was eating
peanut bu...
I mean, I was in a box
the whole way.
(clanging)
Huh?
Did you hear a sound?
I think
it's coming
from over there.
So, you didn't see
anything along the way?
No... but hey,
now that I think about it,
I did smell
some things.
Like what?
Well, first
I got a whiff
of something
really fragrant.
Aha!
Hmm.
(sighs) That was close.
HELEN:
They had to come this way.
But which way
did they turn?
Martha said she smelled
something really fragrant.
Ew, that sounds bad.
No, fragrant means
something's nice-smelling.
Nice-smelling...
I've got it!
Your mom's
flower shop.
You're right.
Flowers are fragrant.
Let's... oh.
What is it?
The flower shop's
back the way we came.
But there's nothing
fragrant around here.
Hmm... oh, yeah?
The butcher shop?
Meat is very
fragrant to Martha.
No, I haven't seen Martha.
Thanks.
Okay, what did
you smell next?
MARTHA (over phone):
Let's see... uh...
fruit.
Fruit-- check.
Uh, next, some blechy
chemical odor.
The dry cleaners.
Fire hydrant.
Right.
Only... how can you
smell a fire hydrant?
Don't ask.
Mechanically separated meat,
animal intestines, pork rind...
TD:
I just see the hot dog cart.
Bingo.
And then there was half
a root beer in a garbage can.
Oh, and popcorn.
The movie theater!
Then the next thing I remember
is this really strong stench.
A stench?
Is that something
that smells nice?
No, a stench
is a bad smell.
Something that reeks!
A stink!
Look. Someone
is using the phone.
I don't see anything
that looks stinky.
Hello?
Who is this?
Uh...
Hello. Can I interest
you in a free subscription
to Dognapper
Monthly?
Hmm. Oh,
I don't know.
Half-price
special.
Half-
price?!
Simply give me
your address,
and we'll rush
that to you,
along with a
special surprise.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Surprise!
(laughs)
No. We get too many
magazines already!
Hmm. You know,
there was something
strange about that.
There's someone here.
I'm certain of it.
(sniffing)
Ew!
A stench.
Something that stinks.
Excuse me,
ma'am.
May I smell
your baby?
It's okay.
I'm trying
to find a missing dog.
(screams)
Moms are weird.
We still need
to find a stench.
Some really
stinky odor.
Ew.
What is that?
I think this
is the place.
(seagulls chirping)
(sniffing)
Ew! Did you catch
a whiff of that?
What?
(sniffing)
That odor.
Something reeks.
Reeks?
Yes. Reeks.
Something that smells bad,
like... a dirty dog!
(gasps)
(sniffing)
Ah.
Now that you mention
it, there is an odor.
It's this way!
(door creaking)
Aha!
What? What is it!
I think I know what reeks.
(sniffing)
Phew!
Oh, that garbage.
I thought I told
you to take it out.
It's your turn, Otis.
It's been your turn
the last three times.
Now please, Doctor,
let's not bicker.
It's full
of your moldy, stale,
half-eaten sandwiches.
It is?!
(rumbling)
Uh-oh.
This is hopeless.
We're not getting
anywhere.
(door whirring)
Let's not bicker, Doctor.
(mumbling)
HELEN:
Hey!
It's Dr. Pablum.
Ah. Hello.
Otis, run!
Martha must be
in that building!
BOTH:
Martha!
Uh, hello.
Looking for someone?
Martha, we
found you!
And you-you...
Martha, you
really smell!
Don't I know it!
I'll be with you
in a second.
Just as soon
as I finish this.
Mmm. Mmm. Mmm...
Tuna fish. Ah.
Ew!
Mmm, mmm.
It's too bad
that those guys got away,
but at least
we got Martha out of there.
Well, I have
a funny feeling
they're not going to be
so lucky next time round.
Next time?
What do you mean
next time?
Oh. (laughs)
Never mind.
And now it's time
for Name That Aroma!
(applause)
An aroma is a smell.
It can be a pleasant aroma
or an unpleasant aroma.
Martha, name that aroma.
(sniffing)
That's quite an unpleasant
aroma, TD.
Is it a cat?
(hissing)
TD:
A cat it is!
(screeches)
Now the second
and final aroma.
(sniffing)
There's a scent of something
that's like flowers.
A scent is a smell
that something gives off.
Mixed with the aroma
of something really bad.
Time's up.
Name that aroma.
Soap! It's dog shampoo!
You win!
(applause)
What do I get?
You've just won...
(gasps)
...a bath!
This game stinks.
WEASELGRAFT:
Order!
I call this board meeting
to order.
(snoring)
Pablum!
(gasping)
(yawns)
Oh, sorry.
I had the strangest dream.
Really? Well?
Uh, well?
Would you like to give the
treasurer's report or not?
Didn't I do that already?
No!
Hmm. Strange.
I could have sworn I did that.
(clears throat)
How much money do we have?
Well...
(gasps)
Oh, no!
There it goes! Hurry!
(both groaning)
Oh!
Aah!
(both grunting)
(Pablum grunts)
(Weaselgraft grunting)
Aha!
Ah. Ow! Ah!
(Pablum gasps)
Oh.
Ugh. Wonderful.
Now what do you
propose we do?
Uh, uh, steal
the talking dog?
Steal the talking dog!
Good thinking!
Let's go!
Uh, I'm sure
we've done this before.
(muffled):
This would be so much...
Yeah, it would
probably be simpler.
You understand what she said?
Sure. She wishes
she had hands.
I'm like a dog.
I have a very acute sense
of hearing.
Really?
What?
(laughs)
Just kidding.
Hey, TD, wait!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Helen!
Pass it here next!
(laughs)
All we have to do is
lure that dog into that crate,
and it's ours.
What are you doing?
Uh, making a sandwich?
Hark! I hear a Kn*fe
in a jar of peanut butter.
One jar, approximately
one-quarter full, I'd guess.
Allow me.
Oh, thank you, Otis.
That's very...
Aah! Oh.
Pablum, could you
kindly remember
that you are a professional
criminal and not a child?
Uh, Otis...
I'm not done.
We are trying
to kidnap a dog.
Shh! Shh!
Do you understand that?
How would you two
like a ticket?
(shrieks)
It wasn't me.
A raffle ticket, that is.
For the police officer's
association.
(relieved sighs)
Gotcha.
(laughs)
I've been pulling that one
all day.
I know the sound came
from around here somewhere.
Hmm.
Hello! The ear always hears.
It's for
a good cause.
(laughs)
Maybe next time.
We just lost
our last nickel.
(laughs)
(engine starting)
(tires squealing)
(coughing)
(box squeaks)
MARTHA:
Come on, peanut butter. Ugh.
Come to Martha.
Aah!
(tires screeching)
(Martha groans)
(tires screech)
(groans)
Wow! That stuff has a kick.
(siren blaring, bell clanging)
(cash register bell dings)
(shop bells tinkling)
(popcorn popping)
Martha!
Maybe she went home.
It's not like her to leave
without saying anything.
(tires squealing)
(grunts)
Oh!
If we were faster,
we'd have that chattering cur
in our mitts right now.
Don't worry, Otis.
I have a feeling
we're closer to pinching
that pooch than we think.
What are you doing?
Uh, getting the crate.
Oh. Well, let me help you.
(tools clinking)
Ooh! Ow!
(whimpering)
Mother of pearl!
Otis, are you
all right?
Get away from me!
I'm fine.
Now come along.
We have important
things to do.
Oh. Guess I'd better
get out of here.
Oh, I'll never make it.
(door squeals)
Hey.
(whirring, Martha pants)
Oh, that is one tricky door.
There's got
to be another way out.
Oh, no, no.
Listen to me.
Listen to what I'm saying.
The dog goes
through the gate,
the gate activates
the electromagnet.
The crate rises up
Hmm...
and before
you can say...
Weaselgraft
and Pablum's hideout?
Where is it?
I can't tell.
I was in a box
the whole way.
Hey, wait, I know.
Did your super-acute
dog sense of smell
pick anything up
along the route?
No.
Oh.
Except peanut butter.
I had my nose in a jar
the whole time.
Well, I'm out of ideas.
Wait a minute.
I didn't smell anything...
but now that I think about it,
I did hear things.
(gasps)
Listen.
Did you hear a noise?
I remember hearing a blaring...
some blaring
and clanging sounds.
Blaring and clanging.
Aha!
Hmm...
Phew.
That was close.
They had to
come this way.
TD:
But which way did they go
after that?
Use your ears.
Martha said she heard
a blaring and clanging noise.
A baby?
Maybe she heard a baby.
Hmm.
No, a clanging is a loud noise
like someone banging something.
(clanging)
That's a clang.
And blaring sound
is a loud noise.
I think a baby could blare.
No, it sounds strange
to say a baby is blaring.
Blaring baby.
Blaring baby.
There, I said it.
What's wrong with that?
No one ever says,
"My baby is blaring."
Blaring is more like
a long loud noise.
Like someone blaring
their radio or...
(siren blaring)
Hey. A siren.
TD:
That siren is blaring, isn't it?
(bell clanging)
And that bell is clanging.
That way.
I'm telling you
I heard a sound in there.
Hmm, that does
seem bizarre.
Nope, I haven't seen her.
(phone rings)
We found the blaring
and clanging.
It was a siren and a bell.
What did you hear next?
Uh, let's see.
Uh, oh, someone splashing
in a giant bathtub.
Bathtub?
(water splashing)
Oh.
The pool. Check.
MARTHA:
A radio, six TVs,
and a cash register.
HELEN:
The electronics store.
Yeah, and I think the clerk
didn't put enough change
on the counter.
Wow. Good ears.
The sound of popcorn popping.
HELEN:
The movie theater.
And then after that,
there was this rumbling sound.
Look.
Someone is using the phone.
Don't see anything
that rumbles.
Are you sure
that's right?
Uh, hello?
Who is this?
MARTHA:
Uh...
Uh, this is Santa.
Did you move?
I have about five years
of presents for you.
Santa?
(gasps):
It's Santa.
Tell me your address
and I'll bring
them right there.
Really?
Wonderful.
It's ...
Hey, wait a minute.
We're not on
the nice list.
We're on
the naughty list.
(grunts)
You know, there was something
strange about that.
There's someone here.
I'm certain of it.
Come on.
(rumbling whoosh)
I don't know.
Listen, Martha
said a rumbling.
A rumble is a
low deep sound.
That's a rumbling noise.
It's okay,
we're looking for a dog.
Rumble.
See?
Rumble.
(laughs nervously)
Did you say you're looking
for a missing dog?
I believe I heard something
about that earlier today.
I'm not sure
where though.
(creaking)
Did you hear that?
What?
That creak.
Uh, what creek?
That creak
just a second ago.
A creek is a small river.
There are no creeks here.
Yes, a creek is a small river,
but a creak is also a noise,
like a squeaking board makes.
And I just heard a creak.
(creaking)
Shh, shh, shh. Listen.
(creaking)
That's it.
That's a creak.
This way.
Maybe the
train station.
Train wheels make
a rumbling sound.
But that's on the other side
of town.
She had to come this way.
Well...
Look.
(rumbling)
A steamroller.
That's a rumbling
sound, all right.
Let's go.
(door hinges squeak)
Now where?
(groans):
Maybe you should just go home.
Your pup might be waiting
for you there.
I don't think so.
She would have called me.
Called you?!
I thought you were
looking for a dog.
She is.
Her dog talks.
She called us on the phone.
All right.
What kind of game
are you kids playing here?
TD:
It's not a game.
Her dog really talks.
I have a good mind
to run you in.
Both of you.
(tapping on window)
(creaking)
Aha!
What have we here?
Ha!
That's odd.
I could have sworn...
(phone rings)
Hello?
MARTHA:
This is the police.
We've got the place surrounded.
Come out with your hands up.
You must think
this is some kind of...
(whimpers):
We give up.
Who are you?
The dognappers.
Martha!
Did that dog just talk?
Pablum, we did it.
We kidnapped
the talking dog.
BOTH:
♪ We kidnapped the dog
♪ We kidnapped
the dog ♪
♪ We kidnapped the...
Uh-oh.
Well, see you later.
Hold on, you two.
(door slams shut)
Did you hear that?
Hear what?
Hear what?
Nothing.
Just the sound
of a happy ending.
Hi.
I'm standing in my ear to talk
about things that are audible.
Things that are audible
are things you can hear.
Like a bell.
A bell gives an audible ring.
(ringing)
It's audible
because you can hear it.
(whispering):
Even a whisper is audible.
Especially to teachers.
A magazine is not audible.
No, not audible.
An auditorium is where you go
to listen to things
that are audible.
Like an audio system.
♪ Audible
(microphone feedback)
♪ Sounds are audible
♪ Audible, audible
♪ Audi... ble?
Audible!
Did you catch all the words
about smelling?
Did you catch all the
words about hearing?
Let's see some of them again.
Fragrant means something's
nice-smelling.
A stench is a bad smell.
Something that reeks.
A stink.
(siren blaring)
TD:
That siren is blaring, isn't it?
(bell clanging)
And that bell is clanging.
A creak is also a noise,
like a squeaking board makes.
See you next time.
See you next time.
Quit copying me.
It was good.
What can I say?
(sighs)
03x22 - Martha Smells/Martha Hears
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A family dog gains the power of speech after the letters in some alphabet soup wind up misrouted to her brain instead of her stomach in this whimsical animated series adapted from books by Susan Meddaugh.
A family dog gains the power of speech after the letters in some alphabet soup wind up misrouted to her brain instead of her stomach in this whimsical animated series adapted from books by Susan Meddaugh.