05x02 - Puppy Skits/Dinosaurs in Trouble!

[bunniefuu]

♪ 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. ♪

Step right up!

Right this way, folks.

(roaring)

Today we're outside
the natural history museum,

because our words are all
about the past and time.

And the men and women
who study them.

(roaring)

Oh, Susan wants to know
what a museum is.

A museum is a building
where important things are kept

for everyone to see
and learn about.

(roaring)

So listen for words
like "fossil"

and "paleontologist"
and "exhibit,"

and we'll see you
at the end of the show.

Okay, see you.

(buzzing)

TD just said
something weird.

(gasping)

TD just said something weird?

Seriously?

I know, but this is
really weird.

He wants Skits to help him
with his research

for his science homework.

Skits?

(whimpering)

Yeah.

He said he knew something

about transporting himself
though a wormhole.

Uh-oh.

What?

Well, it's just that TD
sort of believes

something about Skits
that isn't exactly true.

That he's a scientific genius?

Don't look now,
but your genius just ate a fly.

No, it's something that
happened in the past.

You remember when TD brought
Skits here to live with us?

Yeah...

Well, you probably didn't hear
the whole story.

See, what happened was

TD was staying
at his grandfather's farm.

He had this comic book
that he was reading.

It was all about time-travel.

He's a time-traveling
paleontologist.

What's that?

Well, a paleontologist
is a scientist

who studies plants and animals
from a long time ago.

But this paleontologist
can travel through time

to the age of dinosaurs.

See?

"Dr. Leslie Timepiece

"and his sidekick
Sir Charles Buckles, giraffe,

"have discovered trouble.

"'Someone's messing
with the Mesozoic era, Buckles.

"'Looks like it's time for
an expedition into the past!

Quickly, into the wormhole!'"

CK:
Now, hold on.

What's a wormhole?

A wormhole is like a magic
shortcut through time or space.

Ah, gotcha.

Wormhole.

Go on.

TD:
"The wormhole transports them
into the past.

"Time: million years ago.

"The age of dinosaurs.

"'Gadzooks!

"'I should have suspected!

It's a trap!'"

Who trapped him?

I wish I knew.

MARTHA:
TD had to make the comic last

the whole vacation,

so he was only letting himself
read one page a day.

It was agony.

It's agony!

(snoring)

(rooster crowing)

Huh?

MARTHA:
He divided the day.

He only let himself read
one panel every few hours.

The rest of the time,
he waited to read the next part

of the paleontologist's
expedition into the past.

ALICE:
Expedition?

Is that like a trip?

Yeah, only it's a trip you take
for a special reason.

Like you might take an
expedition to the South Pole

to learn about penguins.

Mm-hmm.

So anyway, one night TD
was reading his comic...

TD:
"'Mashed-down ferns!

Some monstrous creature is out
there somewhere, Buckles.'"

(strange howling)

What's that sound?

Don't know.

Better take a look.

(strange howling)

You go that way,
I'll check the barn.

Mashed-down plants!

(strange howling)

(rustling)

(rustling)

Hello?

Monstrous creature?

Hello?

(barking)

(whimpering)

Hey, puppy!

MARTHA:
He looked skinny.

So TD fed him...

and fed him...

and fed him.

(barking happily)

He'll eat anything!

(barking happily)

Well, he sure skitters
around that floor.

What are you going
to call him?

Jake.

Hello, Jake.

No, wait.

Skitters.

Hey, Skitters!

How ya doin', Skitters?

Perfect.

Skitters it is.

Hambone?

Hammy?

Mergatroid!

Herkimer!

Mortimer?

No.

Skits!

MARTHA:
And so Skits it was.

TD made "found puppy" posters.

"Found: one puppy."

(paper rustling)

My posters!

At least he's
paper-trained.

MARTHA:
TD decided to teach Skits
some basic puppy skills.

He tried to train Skits
to walk on the leash.

It didn't go so well...

Until CK told TD the secret.

If TD walked backwards,
Skits would follow him.

Whoa!

(growling)

(squawking)

(barking)

(squawking angrily)

(whimpering)

(barking)

A paleontologist is someone
who studies dinosaurs.

Dinosaurs are creatures
from the past.

(confused whimpering)

The past?

The past means all the time
before now.

Like yesterday
and all the days before.

That's all in the past.

Got it?

Good.

And dinosaurs looked like this.

(roaring)

(whimpering)

This is our house.

This is me and my mom
and my... uh-oh.

MARTHA:
There was only one problem.

I just remembered.

My dad is allergic to dogs.

(whimpering)

Wait a minute!

Not all dogs!

He's not allergic to Martha.

So maybe he won't be
allergic to you.

(barking happily)

MARTHA:
Suddenly, vacation was over.

Here he comes!

Hi, Dad!

MARTHA:
It was time
for the allergy test.

(sniffing)

Nothing.

Ah, country air!

Okay, here we go...

(sniffing)

Don't smell a thing.

Not a...

A... a...

(stifled sneeze)

...thing!

Whew.

(sneezes violently)

I'm okay,
just hurt my pride.

(whimpering)

MARTHA:
After TD packed his bags,

he went back inside
to say goodbye to Skits.

But Skits was gone.

(sighing)

Probably playing
with his stick, right?

I'll make sure he's safe.

MARTHA:
So TD went back to the city
without Skits.

I never knew that.

Poor TD!

Well, that was just TD's
version of the story.

Skits told me his side.

You see...

Skits thought TD was
the greatest thing ever.

He was just like a dog--

a dog who could walk
on his hind legs and speak.

Skits was especially proud
the day he taught TD to fetch.

(sneezing)

But when Skits found out
he couldn't go home with TD,

he got very sad.

He was afraid he'd never see
his hero again.

But then...

Little did TD know that he had
a stowaway in his duffle bag.

(sneezing)

Bless you.

Sorry.

Can't believe I'm still feeling
the effects of that puppy.

OG:
TD!

Coming!

MARTHA:
Skits found a way
to come home with TD.

(yawning)

There was only one problem.

(OG sneezing)

MARTHA:
Under TD's bed,

Skits discovered a magical
world of mystery.

It was perfect!

Even TD wouldn't know
he was there.

He'd be TD's secret pet.

Meanwhile, TD caught up
on his comic

about the time-traveling
paleontologist.

"That's no fossil!

"The beastly creature
has followed us

"through the wormhole!

"Gadzooks, the beast is leading
its own expedition

into our time!"

My granola bar!

It's vanished!

A wormhole!

MARTHA:
TD thought his granola bar

must have passed
through his bedroom wall.

Ow!

MARTHA:
After a few more attempts,

he decided
there was no wormhole

through time and space
in the wall.

But he gave it a couple more
tries just in case.

Ow.

MARTHA:
Then he noticed something.

It must be under the bed!

MARTHA:
TD realized that this was
a valuable opportunity.

He could be the first kid
to take an expedition

through a wormhole,
just like Doctor Timepiece.

Goin' in a wormhole, Pop!

Be back in time
for dinner!

MARTHA:
TD's dad thought he'd better
examine the rift

in the space-time continuum
before TD went through it.

Ow!

You're right.

Not in the wall.

Einstein's theory
of relativity

says that wormholes
are possible,

even though no one
has ever really seen one.

(sneezing)

Whatever it is,
I'm allergic.

Something's moving!

It's alive!

It's... it's...

Skits?

Oh, I see...

BOTH:
It works!

Skits!

The wormhole transported you
from the farm!

(sneezing)

MARTHA:
Unfortunately,
OG was still allergic.

TD felt bad about sending Skits
back to the farm,

even if the wormhole would
make it easy for him to visit.

A puppy needs a family that
doesn't have to cross dimensions

to throw a stick.

Hang on, I've got it.

MARTHA:
And that's how Skits
came to live with us.

I brought something
that'll cheer you up.

(barking)

(gasping)

Aw!

But wait, so TD still thinks
Skits came through a wormhole?

I didn't have the heart
to tell him the truth.

There never seemed to be
any harm in it...

TD:
It's me!

'Til now.

Skits!

Why are you all
looking at me?

Skits and I have
a confession.

MARTHA:
So that's the whole story.

I guess Skits can't help
with your report.

He didn't travel
through a wormhole.

Just a duffle bag.

Oh, well, that's okay.

You don't seem
very disappointed.

Just because Skits didn't
come through a wormhole

doesn't mean it's not possible.

Huh, I guess
you have a point.

I'll just do my report
about wormholes

without the part about Skits
going through one.

But my homework isn't
the only reason I came by.

My dad made me clean my room

and I found this stick
under the bed.

(barking)

What's the matter with him?

He said he left that stick
back on the farm!

He has no idea how it could have
gotten under the bed.

You don't think...

See?

Maybe I could get a dinosaur
to come through.

That would make
a perfect report.

My favorite era
is the Victorian age.

I like the clothes.

We're figuring out
what our favorite age is.

Ten.

My age.

We mean "age" like "era."

"Era"?

Yeah.

An era or an age
is a period of time.

Different times in history
are different ages.

Like the age
of the dinosaurs,

also known as
the Mesozoic era.

(roaring)

Hi, Susan!

Or the ice age.

Or the Wild West era.

Or the space age.

There are also ages and eras
that are named for people,

like the Elizabethan era.

It's named after Queen Elizabeth
the First.

What's your
favorite era, TD?

Right now.

The age of TD.

I don't think
they call it that.

What a disappointing age.

(groans)

How long are we going to do this
before we can give up?

Face it, TD.

You can't have a cloud
counting contest

when there are no clouds.

(sighing)

Yeah.

I never thought the sky would
let me down like this.

What else can we do for fun?

Hi, Truman.

Hi, Milo.

Hello! Goodbye!

Hey, where are you guys
running to?

An exciting adventure.

The museum?

How did you know?

It's where you two go
every weekend

to stare at fossils.

Oh, fossils!

What's more exciting
than fossils?

Fossils?

If they're so exciting

you shiver when you hear
the word "fossils"...

I want to see them.

Can I come, too?

You want to do
what we're doing?

Who wouldn't want to spend
the day in the museum?

There isn't a cloud in the sky.

Okay, let's go.

Have fun.

TRUMAN:
I think this is
the best museum in town.

Which is lucky for us, because
it's the only museum in town.

There they are.

The fantastic fossils!

Fossils are bones?

Yes.

But not only bones.

Fossils are the bones
and shells of animals

and leaves of plants
that lived long ago.

They got buried underground
for millions of years

and turned as hard as stone.

Hey, you stopped shivering
when someone says "fossil."

No, now I'm with the fossils,
I'm shivering all the time,

so fast it can't be seen
by the human eye.

Prehistoric dogs were lucky.

Look at the bones
they got to chew on.

Ah, the majestic
Tyrannosaurus rex!

It must have chased its tail.

Look at that thing.

Who could resist?

TRUMAN:
The T-Rex is not a dog!

The T-Rex is majestic
and proud!

It could not have been proud
of its hockey playing.

Look at those arms.

Its stick wouldn't
reach the ice.

Dinosaurs did not
play hockey.

I'm not saying
all of them.

Just the ones
at the South Pole.

Seems natural, right?

With that much ice,
who wouldn't play hockey?

Ah!

I don't want this
in my ears!

Let's go over there

where we can treat fossils
with proper respect.

Oh!

Hello.

Enjoying the museum?

This room is now closed.

You'll have to leave.

It's closed?

Why?

We're closing
the fossil room

because we don't have enough
funds to keep it open.

Don't have enough fun?

What's more fun
than dinosaurs?

Not fun, funds.

Money that is set aside
for something special

is called funds.

There are no more funds to pay
for keeping this room open.

We're all out of money.

It's all on this sign.

It says until they can
get more funds,

the fossil room
will be closed.

Isn't it bad enough
they were buried in dirt

for millions of years?

Now this?

Come on, Milo.

You need air.

Are you guys okay?

Life without fossils
has no meaning!

Why should the sun bother
to rise?

Without fossils in the museum,
what do we do for fun?

Play ball, ride bikes, swim?

Don't you ever
stop joking?

He's talking
about having fun.

Why didn't you shiver
when he said fossils?

I'm too worried about them
to be excited.

Don't worry.

It'll reopen when they get
more funds, right?

Martha has the solution!

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

What did I say?

We'll get the funds
for the museum

and save the fossils.

Of course.

We'll get the funds.

Wait.

Funds are money.

How do we get money?

And if all of us
did that together,

we could donate the money
to the museum.

True, but how long
would it take

for all of us to become
astronauts

and find an asteroid made
of millions of silver dollars?

We need something kids can do,
like put on a show.

Not just a show,
a special exhibit

to get people as excited
about dinosaurs as we are.

Yes!

Then they'll donate money
to the museum

to reopen the fossil room.

So kids like us won't have
to live our lives

without a place to visit
pieces of dinosaurs.

Um, one question.

What's an exhibit?

An exhibit is something
that you show to others

so they can see
and learn about something.

The fossils in the museum are
part of an exhibit on dinosaurs.

But since people can't get in
to see that exhibit anymore,

we make an exhibit
about dinosaurs

that will excite people so much,

they will help reopen
the museum exhibit.

BOTH:
Yes, yes!

To excite people, it should be
dinosaurs doing stuff

that people get
excited about,

like playing hockey!

Uh...

I'll go draw
all my great ideas.

Dinosaurs are cool.

That T-Rex really lived.

If TD makes them goofy,
people won't be excited

and won't donate.

TD is a danger
to the future of dinosaurs.

We can't let him be
part of this.

We must exclude him.

Exclude him?

Keep him out?

Won't that hurt
his feelings?

We'll do it
so he doesn't know.

How can you hurt his feelings
in a way he doesn't know?

We'll do it without him

in a way he doesn't know
we're excluding him,

and if he doesn't know
we're excluding him,

doing it without him
won't hurt his feelings.

Can you repeat that?

No.

Dinosaur on a skateboard.

People will love it.

You're right.

Build it.

Okay!

Making an actual size,
giant skateboarding dinosaur

is more complicated
than it sounds.

Is it okay if I give up?

Sure.

We don't mind
if you give up.

I have a much better idea.

This should be the exhibit:
Dinosaurs in Action!

Astrodon astronauts?

Dilophosaurus dance contest?

Panoplosaurus plays ping-pong
with prehistoric paddles?

I can't look!

Um, let's talk about what
we'd like to do with these.

Meet us outside
the museum at :.

Okay!

Till then,
I'll draw more.

Now we can
get back to work.

How could they
forget about me?

Maybe they hit some problem
I could be helping with.

I better check.

How's the exhibit coming?

Perfect.

TD's waiting for us
at the museum,

so we're getting lots done.

MARTHA:
You told TD to wait for you
at the museum

even though you weren't
going to meet him?

That's mean.

MILO:
It stops him from ruining
our serious work.

TRUMAN:
If we tell him his stuff is no
good, it'll hurt his feelings.

That's meaner.

Guys, I have
something to say.

TD!

I don't have time to work
on your exhibit anymore.

I have other things
I need to do,

like untangle
old knotted shoelaces.

That takes time.

So bye.

How lucky is that?

I wonder if it is luck.

(sighs)

I've never seen TD
like this.

It's weird.

I know how to cheer him up.

You win again, TD.

Did you hear her?

You won.

(sighs)

(crying)

This is bad.

Winning a game
didn't cheer him up,

and just looking at him
makes babies cry.

It's like TD's been replaced
by an alien.

A very droopy, sad alien.

He still tastes like TD:
peanut butter and dirt.

Those little smart guys
think they're so smart.

I should just do
my own dinosaur exhibit.

Do it! I'll help!

Really?

I'll help, too.

(baby talk)

We all agree.

You should do it.

I'll do it!

And I'll call it

"Dinosaurs in Action
and Stuff!"

That's the TD we know!

Done.

"Dinosaurs: Why We Care"

is ready to turn everyone
into fossil fans.

What is that?

TD's here with his own
dinosaur exhibit!

I bet he copied
all our work.

Dinosaurs pulling
Roman chariots.

Dinosaurs inventing
the steam engine.

Dinosaurs hang gliding?

What was I thinking?

It's TD.

He's not using any facts.

What if his goofy stuff
stops people

from hearing our smart stuff?

Nothing stops truth, Milo.

People will listen because
we seem smart and calm and...

Um, guys?

Whoa!

I made my own exhibit
to help raise funds.

But having two exhibits
may confuse people.

Or it'll be twice as good
because mine's fun

and yours is, uh,

fun for people who think charts
and numbers are fun.

There are people
like that.

We just have to be twice as loud
to bring everyone to us.

I think it's time to start.

♪ Here we come a-fossiling
among the dinosaurs ♪

♪ T-Rex is the dino king... ♪

Ugh, he's singing!

Let's start.

Get the truth here!

Feed your brain!

Your brain will thank you!

If you want to save the fossils,
come hear the truth.

All the facts,
all the fun,

all the brainy
satisfaction.

Seen the fact-y show?

Now see TD!

Once you know the facts,
it gets even more fun.

What's more fun than fun?

Nothing!

Fun is fun,
and that's a fact.

We used all these books
for research.

He did no research.

I used a book
for research, too.

This is a comic.

It's smart.

It has the word "Paleontologist"
in the title.

That's a -letter word.

(in hoarse voice):
I think we could've gotten
more donations

if TD's fake-y show
wasn't distracting people.

Here's our list of people
who said they would donate.

(in hoarse voice):
We could've gotten more people
to give money,

but Milo kept hollering.

(in hoarse voice):
I wasn't hollering.

Maybe a little.

And this comes from people

who brought their
donations to me

because they liked both
of your exhibits.

You grabbed a lot
of attention.

If you would do it again
even louder every weekend,

we'll be able to reopen
the dinosaur room in no time.

Will you do it?

(in hoarse voices):
Yeah!

Next time we'll bring water.

TRUMAN:
Sorry we excluded you, TD.

Turns out we made
a great team after all.

Uh-huh.

Who would've thought facts
and goofiness

worked well together?

Me!

But the facts are
the most important part.

I think the T-Rex
would agree with me.

Don't be so sure.

MARTHA:
Is it me, or did the T-Rex
seem to be smiling?

Today, we're
archaeologists.

An archaeologist
is someone who studies

how life used to be
a long time ago.

Archeologists dig up
ancient buildings and tools

and other old things

to help us find out
how people used to live.

That's why we have shovels:
to dig up old stuff for study.

We'll put the things we find
on exhibit in a museum

so everyone can learn from them
or just enjoy how cool they are.

Archaeologists must have
really good muscles.

Are you playing
archaeologist?

Archaeologists don't only dig
with shovels, you know.

(jackhammering,
voice wobbling)

I always hoped one day
the show would end like that.

Oh!

Never send an archaeologist
to do a dog's work.

(roaring)

Susan wants to know
if you caught all the words

about time and science.

If not, here are a few again.

A paleontologist is a scientist
who studies plants and animals

from a long time ago.

Money that is set aside
for something special

is called funds.

Fossils are the bones
and shells of animals

and leaves of plants
that lived long ago.

See you next time.

In the future!

See what I did there?

Time? Future?

or check out your local library

for the Martha Speaks books.