What?
I told you not to try to open the door!
So sure it was me, are you? [some scribbles appear behind him] Okay, you got me. I did it. And you know what else? I'd do it again.
All S1
S1 E15Unfinished Business
The autumn of 1984 was cold... and cruel.
[Sepia-toned flashback; A door opens and millions of scribbles come flying out; Herriman, Madame Foster and young Frankie are amidst the swarm]
Sorry, Mr. Herriman.
[Back to the present]
I am sorry, I say.
"Sorry" doesn't make up for the other fact why we were try to force it and taking up residence in the unicorn stables for 46 days.
It was like camping.
Y'know, if someone would just spring for a lock...
Self-restraint, Miss Francis, is the only lock that door requires.
Well, why can't the scribbles just hang out with everyone else?
I've been over here for a half hour coming up with a great plan to free these guys. And all you care about is trying to mess around.
Oh, yeah, well... [snaps his fingers and a scribble blows a raspberry at Mac]
The whole house is currently getting fed up with these scribbles and different thinks are presently very useless. And I don't see how you using them to do all sorts of helpful things are gonna help everybody else see they're actually helpful. Wait a whole minute.
Done. [his stomach grumbles] Aw, man. I really gotta-
Master Blooregard.
Sorry, Mr. H, but I haven't enjoyed another time to chitchat before. I really need to-
Make your bed.
What? Well, yeah. That's well and good after. I was gonna-
No manner, no how. Now. Fold and tuck, Master Blooregard, fold and tuck. Very good.
Phew. [his stomach growls again] Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go!
WHY ARE YOU PICKING ON ME?!?! I don’t see anybody else following all of these hare-brained madnesses there!
Oh, no?
[Herriman opens the door to show Bloo that all the other Friends are following his rules]
Fine!
Now, listen closely, Master Blooregard. I know the Madam set up a special situation for you. A deal, if you will, which for me, means you’ve broken one rule to begin with! So I’m watching you, and if you do not toe the line, I have ways to persuade the Madam to change her mind. Now if you please excuse me, Master Bloo, I have a very important matter to attend to.
[mumbling with his mouth closed] I'm not moving.
What?
I'm not moving.
Yo no comprende.
I think he said he's not moving. Is that right? [Bloo nods] Why?
[mumbling] Herriman.
Merry men?
No, Herriman.
Scary men? [screams]
Herriman.
Coco?
No! Merri... Herriman, HERRIMAN, HERRIMAN!!! He's been on my case all morning, harping on all the rules I seem to be breaking, and said that if I don't start following them, he's gonna boot my blue butt to the curb! Man, oh, man, is this guy uptight?! Is anyone else around here aware of his insane two-square rule?! I've never heard of anything so-
[After Bloo accidentally breaks Madame Foster's bust]
MWMac, Wilt, Eduardo, and Coco
Oh, you are busted.
It's Madame Foster.
What?
You busted her favorite bust.
What?
Herriman's prized possession.
What?
Coco-coco-coco-co.
She's wright. Herriman's totally gonna kill you.
I don't believe this. I was in the clear, man. I was gonna stand here perfectly still all day. I wouldn't have broken anything. Then you guys come along with all your "no comprendo" and "I don't understand". Make me move and knock over stuff, and then what do you do? You turn on me. That stinks! Thanks a lot, guys.
How about I say I did it?
It's okay, guys. Forget it. It was me, me, not you, and I'm not letting any of you take the other blame. It's okay, I've had it, I'm going. I'm packing up, I'm trying to head out, and I'm making history.
Hold on there, Hobo Joe. Maybe we can do something?
Co-coco.
Fix it? How?
Coco es loco.
No, she's wright, guys. Don't you see? Busting this bust is gonna get me as busted as anyone can get busted. So anything bad I do from now on is nothing, and if I need to break some rules so I can fix what I busted, maybe, just maybe, I won't end up getting busted at all. Come on, another time for plan A: fix it.
[catches two soap imaginary friends throwing water balloons in the hallway] Ah-ha, bubble balloons.! So that's where all my soap went. Oh, you two shall pay for this.
[reversing the toilet paper rolls in the bathrooms] Over not under. Over not under.
[on the intercom] Miss Frances! Miss Frances. Please bring a mop to Hallway 7.
[on the intercom] MISS FRANCES! Disaster in the kitchen! Please come immediately!
YOU WANT THIS TOILET PAPER OR NOT?!
[The gang hears Frankie and Mr. Herriman talking from the kitchen after covering Madame Foster in flour and portraying her as her own bust]
No, Miss Frances. You are merely smearing the flour with that mop. The mop with the proper absorbent qualities for the kitchen is in the third-floor storage closet.
Well, if it's the proper mop for the kitchen, what's it doing in the third-floor closet?
Do not question my methods, Miss Frances. I guess I will have to do your job and fetch the mop. [exits the kitchen and enters the foyer; to the gang] Good afternoon. I trust the lot of you are having an enjoyable and rule-breaking-free day, unlike Miss Frances, especially you, Master Blooregard.
Oh, you betcha.
[to Madame Foster, portrayed as her favorite bust] Ohh, Madame, your favorite granddaughter is working my last nerve. I can hardly believe that you and that slacker are related.
Okay. Now, if I was Mr. Herriman and I had glue, where would I put it?
[points up to a small box on the top shelf] Coco-co?
"Items for imaginary friends to NEVER, NEVER TOUCH NEVER." Sounds wright. [Wilt takes the glue out of the box and the doorknob starts rattling] Uh-oh.
[enters] Okay. The house is now entirely TP'd. Just this last roll in Herriman's private... what are you all doing in here?
AAll
Um…
Please, Frankie. Please don't tell.
Tell what? What are you guys up to?
We're not really up to anything. I mean, we are, but we aren't. We are in that we are up to trying to fix something. But we aren't because we aren't just doing something to be bad, which is just what Herriman would think if he saw us because, see, it was all just an accident.
What was?
When I accidentally busted Madame Foster's bust when I was trying not to bust anything because I knew Mr. Herriman would bust me if I did.
You busted the bust?
But it wasn't his fault. Herriman totally freaked him out.
So we've been fixing what I broke by breaking a lot of rules.
[on the intercom] Miss Frances, what have you been doing all day? None of the bathrooms have toothpaste.
Toothpaste disaster?
Sorry.
Miss Frances, you also seem to have neglected to restock the soap.
Soapy hallway?
Well, those water balloons didn't help.
So it was you. All of you have been making my favorite day horrible.
Well, yeah.
Folks, this isn't cool. Sorry, but I need to say something to him.
No, Frankie. Please don't tell on Bloo.
[After Frankie accidentally breaks all of Herriman's spare busts]
Well, Miss Frances, rules are rules. Clean it up.
Rules, schmules. I'm gonna try to clean you up, you crazy rabbit! COME BACK HERE AND I'LL TRY To CLEAN YOUR CLOCK!
Aah! Please, Miss Frances! You know the other rules! No running in the house!
[Mac and Bloo are outside, standing on the balcony seeing Mac's apartment building all the way from where they are]
I… I can't.
You can.
But-
Try.
The red?
No, the brown.
You mean?
Yes.
Oh, I-
Good.
I think-
Yes.
With the chips?
Left.
Left?
Right.
Right?
No. Left is right.
Oh, next to the--
Yes, yes, yes, you did it! That brown corner, left of the chips sign, next to the phone-pole, is the corner of the roof of your apartment! How cool is that?!
Wow...That's...eh...real cool.
Don't you get it? THAT is your house and you can see it from HERE!
Mmm hmm.
You're stupid. You just can't appreciate the little things in life.
[sarcastically] Like the corners of apartments?
Yes, you are a stupid and terrible person because you have no appreciation for the corners of apartments.
We went down. Not up - down.
This place is crazy! It's crazy! I'm so hungry! I'm crazy! I'm crazy! Do, da, do, da, doo, doo!!! (laughs) Oh, look, it's the pizza man. Hi, pizza man. We're really high up, and you look like an ant
Wait, what did you just say?
Ant.
No, before that.
Uh, an.
Before that.
Um, like.
Before that.
Look.
No, uh. 9 words before that.
Um, hi.
And after that?
Pizza.
And then?
Man.
Hi, pizza man?
Hello.
Oh, come on, you remember. You used to do it when I was a little girl.
You mean...
Hippity hippity, hoppity hoppity / My tail is quite fluffy, my own ears are quite floppity
I sing and I dance and you can't make me stoppity / Said funny bunny to sweet little girl.
Hoppity hoppity, hippity hippity / I'm cute and I'm cuddly and smart as a whippety
Watch and adore as I play and I skippity / Said funny bunny to sweet little girl.
Sprungly, springly, bouncily, trouncily / For allow me to declare, present, and announcily
That I am the head of the Fun Bunny Councily / Said funny bunny to sweet little girl.
Bouncily, trouncily, sprungily, springily / There's no end to the fun 'til you have a wingily
The razzamatazz and the ring-a-ding-dingily / Said funny bunny to sweet little girl.
Hippity hippity, hoppity hoppity / So shall I tell you from the future, my sweet little poppity?
Out all of my friends, I never ever can droppity / On the list, my dear lass, you are at the toppity
Said funny bunny to sweet little girl.
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