04x05 - Skits on Ice/Martha's Steamed!

[bunniefuu]

a was an a♪

♪ 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 the 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. ♪

TD:
And now for the Martha Report.

Today we have lots of words
about temperature for you.

That's right, Martha.

Words like "scorching,"
"parched," "broiling"...

"Ice," "freezing,"
"defrost"...

"Sizzling"...

"Cold."

"Panting," "sweaty," "heat"...

"Hockey."

Hockey?

It's a cold-weather sport.

Huh. Now that we've
gotten you warmed up,

chill out and enjoy the show.

(groans)

Get it? Chill?

KIDS:
Yeah! All right!

TV ANNOUNCER:
Welcome back to the GBGB World
Championship playoffs.

Go, Canada!
Whoo-hoo!

Qué viva Canadá!

Canada?

Why are you
rooting for Canada?

Their uniforms are pretty.

I like the little leaf.

Go, you cute Canadians, you!

Arriba los Canadians!

(puck hits the boards on TV)

(Skits whines)

Uh-oh.

I think my cheering
scared your dog.

Skits isn't afraid
of cheering.

He's afraid
of hockey pucks.

Hockey pucks?

Why is he afraid
of hockey pucks?

It's kind of
a long story, but...

When Skits was still a puppy,

there was this really big
snowstorm.

(alarm rings)

Oh, goody!
Time to get up!

This is going to be
the best day ever!
(barking)

(groans)

You say that every day.

Because it's true!

Let's go!

(Skits barking, Martha laughing)

I hate this part
of the morning.

What?! Why?

Because it's toasty under here.

It's going to be cold
and freezy out there.

Ugh!

You have to get up sometime.

Okay, here I go.

One, two...

three...

Ah!

Cold, cold, cold.

(Skits barks)

(gasping):
Martha!

Look!

What?
(gasps)

BOTH:
Snow! Yay!

BOTH:
Yay! All right!

(Skits barks)

Hey, I wonder if
they'll cancel school.

Anything on the radio?

Uh-uh. TV?

Election results, shrinking oil
reserves, blah, blah, blah.

Get to the important stuff!

They have to cancel.

The roads are too icy.

My mom cancelled her daycare.

Then why are you here?

Force of habit.

(Helen's telephone beeps)

I'll call you back.
That's Alice.

Hey. Anything?

Not yet.

Stock market, shifting trade
winds-- nothing important.

Okay. Call if
you hear anything.

You too.

(screams)

The suspense
is k*lling me!

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
And this just in:

Wagstaff City schools are...

(kids yelling in delight)

Whoopie!

Yes!

Whoa!

Yay!

Whoa, whoa.

Truman?

Aren't you excited?

Being excited is no reason
to do something risky.

Risky?

Is that another word for happy?

No. Risky means something could
be bad for you or hurt you.

Come on, snow can't hurt you.

Whoa.

No, but these
icy stairs could.

They're very slippery.

ALICE:
Tell me about it.

(giggling)

(Skits whining)

Look, someone thinks it's too
risky to even leave the house.

(whining)

Aww!

What do you think,
Skitsy?

This is snow.

Yeah, snow.

It's cold, but it's fun.

Look. It melts on your tongue.

(whining)

He says he's
not chancing it.

It's too risky.

(whining)

Let me get this straight.

We can't go sledding,
or build a snow fort,

or do anything fun because
your dog is afraid of snow?

Well, he might
feel left out.

Speaking of left out,
can we go in?

My hands are
frozen solid.

That's 'cause you've
been standing still.

Do this;
it'll thaw them out.

Thaw them out?

Yeah. You know, warm up,
get unfrozen-- thaw.

I don't think Skits
is coming out of your house

until the snow melts.

Hey, I know!

Mr. Chewy!

He can't resist
Mr. Chewy.

(squeaking)
HELEN:
Skitsy, look what I've got.

Ooh, It's Mr. Chewy.

Doesn't he look good?

MARTHA:
Num, num, num.

Ooh, I want Mr. Chewy.

Now growl.

Grrr.

(whining)

No, I want
Mr. Chewy.

No, me!

(growling)

Truman?

(stuttering):
I'm busy defrosting.

(all laughing)

I think it's working.
Keep going.

(kids giggling)

(whining, barking)

KIDS:
Yay!

(barking)

(laughing):
Told you you'd like it!

(kids laughing, Skits barking)

RONALD:
When you guys are done
crawling around like babies,

how'd you like
some real action?

You're on!

Here is the rink.

This is one goal here.

And that's the other one
over there.

And remember,
if a puck lands there,

it's out of play.

No going after it.

You don't have
to tell me twice.

A kid would be nuts
to go over there.

That ice is
never solid.

Solid?

That means hard, right?

Exactly.

It's strong enough
that it won't break easily.

And that ice is not solid,

I guess because of that stream.

The water is moving,

so the ice around it is always
too thin to hold you up.

So, are we clear?

No one goes over there.

It's too risky.

KIDS:
Mm-hmm.

Who are you rooting for?

I'm not rooting.

I'm still thawing.

(barking)

Skits!

Whoa!

No!

You'll mess up the game!

Whoa!

Hey, no fair!

Your mutt stole my puck!

Sorry!

Skits!
Give it back!

(barking)

(cheering)

All right!

Your pup just scored us a goal.

That doesn't count.

Does so!
Does not!

Does so!
Does not!

(whining)

Sorry, Skits, but you
can't steal hockey pucks.

Here, play with Mr. Chewy.

Okay, all set.

Huh?

Ha ha!

(barking)

Thrilling, isn't it?

Pass, pass!

BOTH:
All right!

Still thawing, huh?

You got it.

(barking)

Yes!

(barking)

(barking)

Okay, Alice, the sh**t
is tied, two goals each.

If you get
this one, we win.

Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah,
you're going to miss it!

My sister always chokes
under pressure.

(laughing)

She's such a klu...

Whoa!

(cheering)

(cheering, Skits barking)

Skits, no! Stop!

Leave it, Skits. Leave it!

ALL:
Skits!

(gasping)

Maybe the ice is solid enough
to support Skits.

He's still pretty little.

(ice cracking)

(whining)

MARTHA:
Skits, stop!

Don't move!

You're in a very
risky situation here.

Be very still!

We've got to get him
off that thin ice

before he falls through.

Helen! No!

You never, ever, ever
go onto thin ice.

Not even if you're trying
to help someone else.

You could both
fall in and drown.

We can't just
stand here.

You stay here
and keep Skits calm.

I'll get Mom and Dad.

They'll know what to do.

Help!

Skits is stuck
on thin ice!

(Mom and Dad gasp)

Why were you playing
near the stream anyway?

You know the ice
isn't solid there.

Yeah, but we weren't.

Skits just slid over there
when he was chasing a puck.

Hurry, Dad.

The ice is
breaking up.

Here goes.

DAD:
Okay, Skits,
climb on the raft.

We've got to get him
out of there quick.

That thin ice isn't going
to hold much longer.

How do you get a puppy
to climb into a raft?

Mr. Chewy.

(squeaking)

We tie Mr. Chewy
onto the raft.

Skits can hang onto the toy

while you pull the raft
onto solid ice.

You are one smart dog.

MARTHA:
Look, Skitsy,
it's Mr. Chewy.

Don't you want to take
a bite out of him?

DAD:
Get him, Skits.

Mr. Chewy's going
to get away.

(whimpering)

(gasping)

Please, Skits.

Please get
Mr. Chewy.

(barks)

DAD:
Hang on, Skits!

Hang on to Mr. Chewy!

(cheering)

Good boy, Skits.

Good boy.

Oh, Skits!

Don't you ever go
on thin ice again.

(teeth chattering, whining)

And ever since then, Skits has
been afraid of hockey pucks.

That makes no sense.

He should be afraid of ice.

Dog logic.

(Skits barks)

It comes
in handy.

We found a way to keep
him out of the garbage.

(hockey buzzer sounds)

TD:
They won! Canada won!

CAROLINA:
Oh, Canada.

HELEN:
What are you guys doing?

Frozen clumpy
snow toes.

Got to make them melt.

Here, I'll help
you defrost.

(questioning
whine)

When something freezes,

it means it's gotten really,
really cold.

And when you defrost it,

it means you warm it up
so it can thaw.

Like in the winter,
Mom turns on the defroster.

It blows warm air and melts
the ice off the car windshield.

Or you can defrost a window

by breathing on it

because your breath is warm.

HELEN:
Mom has to thaw out that steak
before she can cook it.

Mom could defrost
some chicken, too.

Some bacon,
a little ham.

We'd never be able
to eat all that meat.

Speak for yourself.

Do you want Skits to learn
about defrosting or not?

Helen?

HELEN:
Yeah, dad?

Whose tennis shoes
are in the freezer?

TD's.

Oh, okay.

Helen?

Yeah, Dad?

Why are TD's shoes
in the freezer?

He says it helps keep him cool.

He read that if you keep
your feet and your neck cool

in hot weather,

your whole body
will stay cool.

Hmm, you learn something
new every day.

But...

Helen?
Yep?

Why are they
in our freezer?

Why doesn't he keep his shoes
in his own freezer?

Oh, his dad wouldn't
let him keep them

in his freezer anymore.

Oh, okay.

Martha and I are
going downtown now.

All right,
have a good time.

Uh, Helen...

Yeah, Dad?

Why won't TD's dad let him

keep his shoes in his freezer
anymore?

Oh, he says they make the ice
cream taste like feet.

Bye!

(spits out ice cream)

Ugh.

(panting)

Man... oh boy, is it hot.

No kidding.

Your panting
isn't helping.

I can't help it.

That's how I cool off.

I don't complain
when you sweat.

I don't sweat on you.

If you did sweat on me,
I wouldn't complain.

That's because you think
sweat tastes good.

Even if it tasted horrible,
I still wouldn't complain.

I know you wouldn't.

You're such a good dog.

(dog barking in distance)

(barking)

Helen! Look!

Somebody left a dog in a car
with the windows rolled up!

In this heat?

What were they thinking?

We've got to get
her out of there.

She's panting
really hard.

HELEN:
Locked.

Locked.

(panting, barking)

She says she's broiling.

No kidding.

That black fur
must be sizzling hot.

Ugh, they're
all locked.

(whimpering)

Martha, it is too hot
for her in there.

We've got to get her out.

I wonder where her owner is.

(barking)

She says her owner
isn't here.

You stay here.

I'll go get help.

Try sitting on the floor
where it's shady.

Maybe it's cooler.

Go on, try it.

Good girl.

Don't worry,
Martha will bring help.

Did anybody leave
a dog in a car?

No.
No, uh-uh.

Did anybody leave
a dog in a car?

No.

Did anybody leave
a dog in a car?!

Whoa!

Hey! Watch it!

Sorry. It's an emergency.

Hey, you're a dog,
and you talk!

Yes, but that's not
an emergency.

An emergency is when
something bad happens

and you need help really quick.

So, what's your emergency?

Oh, there's a dog
locked in a car

and all the windows
are rolled up.

Locked in a car?

On a scorching day like this?

That is an emergency!

Yeah!

And not only is it scorching,
it's really hot, too.

Same thing.

Scorching means something
is really hot.

Hey, the store security guard
has one of those things

to unlock car doors.

I'll send him out.

Oh, thank goodness!

Whew, it's hot.

Wow, she was
really thirsty.

You'd be thirsty, too,
if someone locked you

in a scorching hot car
in a fur suit.

Too bad her fur suit
doesn't have dog tags.

(barking)

Oh. She says her name is Ruby
and her owner's name is Ray.

But she doesn't know
her address.

I'll drop her
at the shelter.

(whimpering)

Don't worry, we'll tell
your owner where you are.

(whining)

Go on, the air conditioning
is nice and cold.

Martha,

how are we going to tell
Ruby's owner where she went

when we don't even know
who Ruby's owner is?

Easy-- we'll just wait here
until Ray comes back to his car.

(panting)

Uh-uh.

I don't think that's
a good idea.

Why not?

I promise not to bite him.

I'm not worried about biting.

I'm worried about the heat.

You're panting really hard
and there's no shade.

Plus, you don't have any water.

Hmm, I've got an idea.

This is perfect.

Good water, good shade,
good spying.

You were parched!

Parched? What's that mean?

Parched means really,
really thirsty.

Oh, yeah.

I was parched, all right.

I'm so parched, I need something
more powerful than water

to quench my thirst.

Uh-uh.

Chocolate--
it's dog poison.

Sometimes I think
you get chocolate

just so you won't
have to share.

Look, someone's coming.

MARTHA:
Figures.

He looks like the kind of guy
who'd leave a dog

in a sizzling hot car.

Poor poochie,
stuck out in this heat.

Guess that
wasn't him.

Maybe he's just pretending.

Oof.

Oh, sorry.

You!
You!

What happened
with that dog?

Did you get her
out of the car?

We sure did,
thanks to you.

No sweat.

I mean...
did you find the owner?

Mmm, we're looking for him.

His name is Ray.

We're staking out his car.

But we may have
to give up soon.

Give up?

It's scorching!

This heat isn't
good for you.

CLERK:
I could page him.

Page him?

Yeah, call him on
the store's loudspeaker.

My break is finished
and I'm heading back there now.

Great idea.

Sorry, guys.

No one answered the page.

He's probably
too embarrassed.

Yeah.

Who wants to be known as the guy
who locked his dog

in a broiling hot car?

Wait! There is another way
you might find him.

So how does this
work again?

We take this license plate
number to the police;

they trace it and get Ruby's
owner's name and address.

That's the license plate.

Okay. Let me run it
through the system.

Got 'em!

Birddog Way.

OFFICER:
All right,
let's go.

Now you're sure
that's the car?

Positive.

There're dog nose prints
all over the back window.

I can't wait to give this guy
a piece of my mind.

(doorbell rings)

(gasping):
You!

Hey! Did you find the guy who
locked the dog in the car?

I'm really mad
at you, Ray.

Me, too.

Ray? My name's not Ray.

All that time you were
pretending to help us.

Yeah! "I'll page
him for you"!

But it was you
all along.

You know
this guy?

Uh-huh. He works at the store
where the car was parked.

Were you going to keep
that poor panting dog

locked in your hot car the whole
time you were at work?

No! I mean...

ALL:
Shame on you!

Cruelty to animals
is against the law.

But...

I didn't lock my dog in a car.

I couldn't--
I don't even have a dog.

Oh yeah?

Then whose nose prints
are on the window?

How'd those get there?

Okay, let's go.

But, but...

Uh-uh. Sorry.

(whimpering)

That was a lady calling
about her lost dog, Ruby.

But she said her Ruby doesn't
have a white ring

around her eye.

MARTHA:
Here he is, Ruby.

Look familiar?

(barks)

Come on, don't protect him.

He left you in a sizzling
hot car.

(barking)

What did she say?

She says this isn't
her owner, Ray.

See?

I told you it wasn't me!

My name's not Ray anyway,
it's Casey.

But the car... he traced
the license plates.

(barking)

Ruby says it
wasn't her car.

You are horrible.

Yeah!

Not only did you lock
a dog in a hot car,

but it wasn't even your dog.

Dognapper!

What?! No! I never...

(barking)

Really?

(barks)

She says he didn't even know
she was in the car.

ALL:
What?

That's right,
I didn't. Honest.

(barking)

Oh.

What happened was,
Casey parked his car...

(music playing on headphones)

Oops.

Better clean that up.

MARTHA:
And he left his car door open.

Ruby says she walked by,
smelled the donut

and couldn't resist.

She loves donuts.

(music playing on headphones)

When Casey came back
to the car, she hid.

HELEN:
Because she was afraid
she'd get in trouble?

MARTHA:
No, because she was afraid
he'd take the donut.

Oh, man, I threw away
my breakfast!

Ugh!

(car alarm beeps)

And that's how she
got locked in the car.

Her collar got stuck on
something in the back seat.

(sighing):
Done in by a donut.

Yeah, but what a way to go.

Well, looks like
you're off the hook.

You're not.

Sorry, you'll have to stay here
until we find your owner.

Did anyone call about my...

Ruby!

(barking)

But I thought you said your Ruby
was all black.

Mmm, powdered sugar.

I thought you said Ruby's owner
was a guy named Ray.

(barking)

Oh, my mistake.

Ray, short for Rachel.

So, did you learn
anything today?

I learned that just
because it seems like

someone did something bad,
it doesn't mean they did.

Uh-huh.

Anything else?

I learned that sitting
in the heat all day

makes a dog thirsty.

Anything else?

I learned that there's something
really tasty in this can.

No! You're supposed
to have learned

that you shouldn't go snarfing
down food

wherever you find it, because it
could get you into trouble.

Trouble? Please.

Eating is no
trouble at all.

(screams)

Help!

Hey, check out this song.

(music begins)

MARTHA:
♪ I'm so hot, I'm broiling ♪

HELEN:
♪ I'm so cold, I'm freezing ♪

MARTHA:
♪ Oh, look, it's snowing ♪

♪ Hey, that's so cool ♪

HELEN:
♪ Tell me, do you think
they'll cancel school? ♪

MARTHA:
♪ It's so sweltering,
I'm sizzling ♪

HELEN:
♪ Here it's icy
and it's drizzling ♪

MARTHA:
♪ The sun's so hot,
I'm roasting and baking ♪

HELEN:
♪ It's been so cold,
I can't stop shaking ♪

HELEN & MARTHA:
♪ It's all because
of what the temperature is ♪

♪ A thermometer tells you
'cause that's its biz ♪

♪ Whether hot or cold
to any mister or ms. ♪

♪ What's the temperature? ♪

♪ Tell me what gives. ♪

Did you catch all the words
about hot and cold?

Let's see some
of them again.

And when you defrost it,

it means you warm it up
so it can thaw.

Thaw them out?

Yeah, you know, warm up,
get unfrozen-- thaw.

Hmm.

For instance, that bacon
is sizzling in the pan.

Hear it? Sss...

Sizzling.

Scorching means something
is really hot.

That's the news.

Stay warm.

Be cool.

See you next time.

To dig up some more fun words
and
♪ Who's that dog? ♪

♪ Who's
that dog? ♪

♪ Dog, d-d-dog, d-dog. ♪

That dog is Decota.

He's a puppy.

My name is Belle.

I got Decota at MSPCA Angell.

Sometimes people can't
properly care for a pet,

so they bring it
to the adoption center,

and they help find the pet
a new home.

This is what I found.

WOMAN:
Do you want to take
that dog for a walk?

Yeah.

WOMAN:
So you're all set.

You can bring Decota home.

BELLE:
I like taking care of him.

Puppies need exercise.

The best thing about
having a puppy is

that you have someone
to play with.

♪ He's that dog... ♪
♪ Dog, d-d-dog, d-dog. ♪