Well, at least it wasn't another flower heist.
Next year, let's have ceramics festival instead.
Guys, I'm telling you, it's like something was under the ground. Things were going up and going down and sideways and forwards and shaking, it was like the end of the world!
Raspberry Torte
The end of the world!?
Not the end of the world.
Close to the end of the world?
The day before the end of the world? When it's getting into the part where all life as we know it ceases to—
I know, and I appreciate what you're trying to do. Please, girls, I'm gonna miss the bus.
Raspberry Torte
Strawberry!
Please stop her, Strawberry!
Oh, Strawberry, I just feel there's no need for me to stay in Berry Bitty City. Not unless I can do something useful. Something that everyone needs.
I'll tell you what we need. Someone to take care of the complaints about this machine.
Oh, where do I begin? One, the machine is lousy at conversation and boy is it useless at giving advice. Two, it doesn't tell you how nice you look or offer any fashion hints. Three, it won't laugh at any of our jokes. Four, it doesn't fit in a sleeping bag for sleepovers, and it won't even respond when you send it an invitation! How rude. Five, it doesn't have a shoulder to cry on. And six, and this is by far the worst, it never hugs. We love you for who you are as a person and friend, Lemon, and that machine can never be any of those things.
The first challenge! The Berryfest princess judges the flower contest at the festival. Let's see who knows their flowers. You may proceed.
Ah that's easy. A rose by any other name would still smell as rosy.
KKadiebug
Oh, thory. I think I have a double begonia.
Don't you mean double pneumonia, Kadiebug?
No, no, no. Kadiebug was right the first time. It is a begonia.
The flower is a daisy. [sniffs] And you had... [sniffs] three slices of cantaloupe at lunch.
you are right! On both counts...
What do you call a flower that grows in between your nose and your chin? Tulips! Get it? Two lips.
Good answer, and a lackluster joke.
Lackluster? What does that mean?
[scoffs] I thought it was a fabulous joke. Well, everyone has different tastes, I guess.
Oh, I'm sorry, you ate your flower and you are disqualified.
SSadiebug
I couldn't help it. I was hungry.
I think she ate a honeysuckle.
That is a zinnia, a genus of 20 species of annual and perennial plants of family Asteraceae.
Hmm, I suppose you are correct. It's a zinnia, at least.
Raspberry Torte
Oh boy, I just don't know.
Oh, terribly sorry. It was a daffodil.
Raspberry Torte
Oh shucks, no wonder I missed it. Daffodils aren't in fashion this season.
[starts feeling terrible about how rude she was as she sniffles] No wonder she took off. If I was her, I'd quit too.
[voice breaking] I was so selfish. She kept asking us to help each other, and instead we were just... rude to each other.
[voice breaking] I was mean.
Raspberry Torte
[crying] And she only asked us to do... one little thing.
[crying] And I messed it up with my rhinestones.
Raspberry Torte
[crying and sniffling] No, no... It was all me with my silly glitter trying to have the best wing. Why didn't we just help each other out like she asked? [she hugs her best friend]
[The other girls feel terrible about how rude they were as well and Plum Pudding starts crying]
Here, please take my hankie.
[She takes it and blows her nose] Thank you.
We're all to blame. And after Strawberry worked so hard...
[crying] What a great leader...
Raspberry Torte
[sniffling] Never complained.
Heart and gold. And she cared so much about us having fun.
[through tears] And now, she left us!
[The girls cry and hug as they forgive each other for how they acted earlier until when Strawberry calls them]
Can someone help me down?
[still crying] I can still hear her pleading voice in my memory. [sobs]
[stops crying] Wait! That voice is real.
[All the girls stops crying]
On the count of three. One, two...
On three, or after you say three?
Raspberry Torte
You know, I was wondering the same thing.
Me too! I'd hate for you to run out on three and I was left waiting here for you to say three.
Maybe we could go out on four. Four is a good number.
That was the best ball ever!
I can't remember a better one.
I think I enjoyed helping out the chipmunks a lot more than just throwing our usual Glimmerberry Ball.
Raspberry Torte
Me too! It made it much more special.
It's like Strawberry's secret cider ingredient.
Yes, the party was special because I kept imagining how much the chipmunks are going to enjoy their nice home and all the snacks for their hibernation.
So, do you think they enjoyed the party?
[The chipmunks are snoring and cooing]
I think that says it all.
Sweet dreams. See you in the spring.
How did you get rid of it?
Soap and water, ketchup and peanut butter...
BOBlueberry, Orange, Plum & Raspberry
How'd you do it!?
I just told Lemon how I felt, and she removed it.
Raspberry Torte
Bu—bu—but...
Oh Strawberry, how could you?
I just figured that part of being a good friend is having the courage to give constructive criticism. You know, telling them the truth about something so they can do better the next time. And the other part is taking that criticism in a friendly way, which Lemon did. She's fine.
[Everyone is silent until they hear Strawberry crying that she misses Pupcake and Custard]
It's just... the night air. Making me... sniffle... [continues crying that she thinks Pupcake and Custard ran away and the girls feel sorry for her]
Ohh, Strawberry... You must be so worried. Oh, we've been talking about us how worried we are. [The girls comfort her]
Raspberry Torte
You poor thing...
You love those pets so much.
[still crying, forlorn, heartbroken] I didn't want to make everyone upset, but... I'm just so scared I won't find them... And... and maybe they did... run away. You see, they wanted me to play with them, but I was too busy...
[Pupcake and Custard come out of the cave with the baby gopher]
[happily] Pupcake! Custard!
Raspberry Torte
Aww... It's just a baby gopher!
[Pupcake and Custard run back to Strawberry and she cuddles them]
[giggles] It's berry good to have you back! And I hope you won't run off like that ever again! [giggles] Aww!
Raspberry Torte
I'm never showing my face again.
No, wait, I've got it: identity makeovers.
Raspberry Torte
I'm in! I'll change my name, hair, face, voice. I won't even be Raspberry anymore. I'll even start eating lima beans.
Perfect. We'll heat it up on our campfire, and then you all know what's next.
What? What's next? We put the fire out?
It's one of our longstanding campout traditions: tall tales.
Raspberry Torte
Yeah, we make up fun stories. Like, tales. Like, make believe. And tell them around the campfire. Everyone gets a turn. The wilder, more outrageous, the better.
Sounds outrageously thrilling. How about short tales, so we can get home sooner?
[giggles] You're too funny, Sour.