Harvey Street Kids (2018) s01e01 Episode Script

1 [rock music.]
One, two, three, go! Whoa, oh-oh-oh, oh - That's my drummer - This is my beat Whoa, oh-oh-oh, oh - We're - Harvey Kids, gonna run this street! Run, run, run this street It's Saturday o'clock Come on, get on your feet The world's our dance floor Our moves are sweet We're Harvey Kids Gonna run, run, run this street Wow! [upbeat rock music.]
[chorus.]
Hey! [chittering.]
Who will save the ice cream truck? I'm melting.
Help us, Harvey Girls.
Save our frozen treats! [bell dings.]
[chorus.]
Yeah! Yeah! [all gasp.]
Ladies, it's go time.
-Lotta? -On it, Dot! [grunts.]
Huh.
Lot of gum under here.
See, this is why I always carry at least three types of spare tires.
Audrey, perimeter secure? [chittering.]
If you mean, "Is raccoon butt about to be kicked?" Well what's your answer, boys? [chittering.]
[all cheering.]
Go, Harvey Girls! They saved the day! Post-victory frozen treat? It's on me.
[sniffs.]
I smell fresh injustice.
[sniffing.]
Aha! [gasps.]
There's injustice in my bedroom? [sniffing.]
Oh, is it because I only hung up posters for three of the four members of Crush For You? 'Cause I love all of them.
[sniffing.]
No, the scent is coming from -[gasps.]
-Oh! Tiny! -[whimpers.]
-What's wrong? The other boys won't let me into their tree house.
They say I'm too small.
Hmm.
You're no smaller than the other first graders.
-I'm in third grade.
-Oh.
Aw, forget those jerks, Tiny.
Hang with us! We don't see size.
You're a giant, right? Thanks, but I really want inside.
The Bloogey Boys' tree house is just so tall.
Oh, Bloogey Boys! They have been the stains of Harvey Street ever since we were five years old.
Their leader, Melvin, called me a name, that name which should never be spoken.
Tiny, we are moving you into this tree house.
Let's right the snot out of this wrong, Harvey Girls.
-Yeah! -Yes, but no snot.
I'm an honorary girl.
[chorus.]
Let's go! From my files on the Bloogey Boys You have files on the Bloogey Boys? I have files on everyone in the neighborhood.
Fredo: loves dumb horror movies, yet can't sleep without a nightlight.
Weakness: math.
Pinkeye: loves poetry and modern American dance.
Weakness: depth perception.
Melvin: the self-proclaimed leader.
Dead aim with a spitball.
Collects comic books, but never reads them for fear of decreasing their value.
His weakness: blueberry muffins.
How do we bring him down with blueberry muffins? Lotta, the basket.
[Melvin.]
Disgusting! Demented! So push your drawings further, further! Drive me to the brink of mad Blueberry muffins.
[sniffs.]
Oh, hello, Melvin.
Muffin basket? No catch.
Just that very common problem of having too many muffins.
There's no catch.
-Dude! -That's what they said last time! Fredo, lower the bucket.
[gasps.]
[giggling.]
[chuckles.]
Hi.
-Too small! -[yelps.]
[scoffs.]
Could at least eat the muffins.
I did bake them from scratch.
Oh, I'll feed him a muffin.
Whoa, whoa, Audrey! Muscles aren't always the answer.
I got this.
[boys shouting.]
Tell my cat I loved him.
That's better.
Hi, can we talk? So what if Tiny's fun-sized, huh? We need to accept people for who they are.
Who cares that Fredo smells like bologna? Or Melvin eats mayo straight out of the jar.
Or Pinkeye has alopecia.
And, hey, you'd never know it looking at me, but I'm flatfooted.
We all have things that make us special.
So, you're gonna let up Tiny? -He's -Too Small.
[boys shouting.]
I tried, but you know how boys get tongue-tied around a pretty face.
Thanks, but you were right.
I should just give up my dream.
No, no, no, no, no.
Your dream is alive and furious! We'll fight these jerks with our most fantabulous weapon! Great! Now all I'm drawing are blueberry muffins.
Someone make me think about something else.
[all gasp.]
[sighs.]
Huh? Uh-oh.
[all exclaiming.]
It got in my good eye.
Ooh, looks like someone exploded glitter all over your tree house.
You know, Tiny's an excellent cleaner.
[groans.]
[coughs.]
Fine! Tiny can clean the tree house.
Yippee! Great! -Now apologize to him.
-For what? For what you said to me I mean himin the first place! There are two things I will never do.
Learn to write cursive and apologize.
Oh, well, uh, if we're getting real [chuckles.]
when I wrote "Have a great summer" in your yearbook last year, I wasn't being genuine.
You soggy old handball! You square cafeteria pizza! Lousy field trip buddy! You still can't tie your shoes! [gasps.]
You're a butt sandwich! -[echoing.]
Butt sandwich! -[gasps.]
[Audrey.]
That name.
[all gasp.]
This means war! [rock music.]
[chorus.]
Hey! Go! Yeah! Let's go! Hey! Bloogey Boys! I'm gonna smash your brains Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on, there are rules.
This is war, not dodgeball.
The following things are out of bounds: wet willies, atomic and subatomic wedgies, taking toy hostages.
-Permanent markers.
-Cats.
-Boogers.
-Boogers stay.
Hmm.
Acceptable.
If everyone's satisfied attack! [gasps.]
Hmm! Shields up.
Advance and return fire! Fire the cannon! [all gasp.]
Girls, we need to Wait, where's Tiny? Not in my pockets.
[whimpering.]
Tiny! You need to throw that balloon! Show Melvin that he can't call you a butt sandwich! Don't you mean "too small"? Just take the shot! I am of average size! [grunts.]
[high-pitched ringing.]
Audrey? Is that you? Stay strong! I'm so cold.
Mymy socks are wet.
I said, "Stay strong!" Remember what we're fighting for! Quick questionno biggie, but, uh, what are we fighting for, again? -Obviously we're fighting for Tiny.
-[whimpers.]
Are we in the tree house yet? I can't see.
There's so much water in my eyes, so much water.
-[sighs.]
-Tiny? [shouting.]
No! That should be me in my arms.
I let my grudge against Melvin get in the way of Tiny's justice.
And now he's he's soaked.
His water is on my hands! I have to live with that forever.
Yeah, you do.
Or you could just go back to getting Tiny his justice.
You're right! We can still get Tiny into that tree house.
We just need to stop fighting like Bloogey Boys and start smarting like Harvey Girls.
Dot, how do we smart like Harvey Girls? Thinking, yes, andgot it.
-Lotta, did you bring your dancing shoes? -Always! Good.
Audrey, can you parkour up that tree? Blindfolded, backwards, and while chewing gum.
But what about the boys' security system? Leave that to me.
Battle cry! [shouting.]
[scatting.]
Uh, what's she doing? Ooh-ooh! Ooh-hoo! Ahh! Lotta's got 'em distracted.
Go! And watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me.
Ah, ah, ah! I think she's dancing.
She's making me want to dance, too.
No! It's a show of strength.
She's trying to intimidate us with her muscles.
I know every step the boys in Crush For You ever danced, fellas.
You lost the second you looked my way.
Time to fly, Dotcopter.
[squawks.]
[Dotcopter whirring.]
[chorus.]
Yeah! [explosion.]
[scatting.]
Yeah, I still want to spitball her.
Hey, Melvin, who's too small now? [all gasping.]
Do-do-do! Got ya! Tiny got his justice.
But I'm still owed mine for you calling me a butt sandwich all those years ago.
Uh, yeah.
I called you that because your butt sat on my sandwich.
Oh, right.
Well [ice cream truck jingle playing.]
[brakes screeching.]
Uh, buy you ice cream and call it even? [both.]
Rainbow bazooka, please.
Maybe we're not So different, you and I.
[man.]
Sorry, I've only got one rainbow bazooka left.
Let go! I won the war! You let go, butt sandwich! [yells.]
[Melvin.]
Ow, ow! [upbeat rock music.]
[chorus.]
Hey! -For glory! -For honor.
For all the fun you can fit on your head.
[all.]
We three are the Horn-A-Corns.
[laughing.]
The Horn-A-Corns are all the best.
I can't believe Tiny's gonna trade us a set of Pegtor, the strong, Cheevanka, the swift, and Narwhalla, the sweet.
They're sold out everywhere.
Well, he's not a Horn Head like us.
But he is into Lil' Lad.
And this is just what the Trading Tree was created for it's a place where kids from all over the triblock area can get what they want.
An economy of our own, founded by the wisest of us all.
[Audrey.]
Hi, Bobby, the Elder.
Melvin.
Hello, girls.
I'm just escorting this youth off the tree for attempting to trade fake cake.
I didn't do it.
I'm just naturally red-handed.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
[all.]
Gasp! Fine, I tried to pass off dyed sponge cake as red velvet to score a better trade.
So what? Cake is cake.
Sponge cake is a far cry from red velvet.
Even the jerk raccoons don't want it, and they'll steal anything.
The Trading Tree is founded on trust.
Now, I'm a year older, so maybe you're too young to remember, but before the Trading Tree, this park used to be a war zone.
-There was crying.
-[whimpering.]
[Bobby.]
Oh, so much crying.
So, to end it, I created the Trading Tree, with but three simple rules.
Rule number one No backsies.
Rule number two No living thingsies.
Rule number three Most importantly, no fakesies.
When you break even one of those rules, you are banned for an hour, which I hear feels like forever.
I'll still get what I want.
You'll see.
And I'll eat cake as I wait.
[coughing.]
This tastes like math homework.
But I still rule.
Thanks, Mr.
The Elder.
Happy trading, girls.
Now to get back to getting our Horn-A-Corns.
Where's Tiny? Here I am.
You didn't think I was under there, did you? I'm tiny, but notAh, strong breeze! Whoa, whoa! Got ya! Ready for our trade? About that Sorry, but someone already traded me something even better for the Horn-A-Corns.
This hat! It makes me seven inches taller, seven inches.
Impressed compliment.
[sighs.]
So who has our Horn-A-Corns now? People say I only frown, but I always have a smile for you.
Frufru, we need to trade with you, you.
You, just you.
[ominous music.]
Hard pass.
You have nothing I want.
You don't even have anything I'd give away.
Aw, thanks for calling us unique [chuckles.]
but do you have Tiny's Horn-A-Corns? I had them, but dumped them the instant I realized they were only toy Horn-A-Corns, not real ones.
So I traded them to Lucretia for this.
Why do you need two compacts? A girl can't have too many friends.
This makes zero sense.
Lucretia knows we want those toys.
She wouldn't snipe that trade from us unless [gasps.]
Fudge nickels.
[laughing.]
Who sugared you up, Lucreesh? Who else wants the Horn-A-Corns? Purplepupil.
Hi, Pinkeye, want to trade? Okay.
The toys.
Ooh, did they capture Narwhalla's sly smile? How many points of articulation do they have? Hey, back off! I tricked Lucretia into trading these fair and square.
But why? You don't like horned creatures of beauty and grace.
Hmm? Okay, they're not for me.
They're for Melvin.
He said it was a secret, but he wants to spray paint 'em, cut off their hair, tie 'em to fireworks.
[yelps, growls.]
Well, that's horrific, but you're reasonable, Pinky.
Tell us what you want and it's yours.
Hmm.
The only thing that I'd trade them for is the rarest card in the Snack Attackers collectible card game, the Zu Queenie.
Whoever wields that card is the queen of the game.
[chuckles.]
But there are only four in existence, so, you know, it's probably Oh, that card? [scoffs.]
I got that.
-[gasps.]
-Wait here.
Wow, good thing you got that card.
Do you remember where it is? Oh, I don't have that card.
But Dot has a plan.
-I do? -You don't? My plan was to always trust in the Trading Tree.
But now capitalism has failed us.
Well, we got to do something.
You heard Pinkeye.
Melvin is gonna destroy-o-plode the Horn-A-Corns.
Just imagine, their cute fur trashed! Their magnificent manes, gone! Their spectacu-pendous horns [imitating explosion.]
And that is why, for the greater good, I say we make a fakesie.
[both gasp.]
Ladies, I love rules more than anyone, but I see no other choice.
If we'd simply lost the Horn-A-Corns to anyone else, fine.
We miss out on playing with our favorite toys.
But if Melvin gets them? -Audrey.
-[imitates explosion.]
They will be destroyed forever.
I don't know.
Breaking the Trading Tree rules, even for a good cause, I Save me, Lotta.
Save us all.
[gasps.]
Narwhalla, don't you cry.
Huh? I'm in for the Horn-A-Corns.
Pinkeye, your Zu Queenie.
The reign of Queen Pinkeye begins.
[cackles.]
[all.]
We three are the Horn-A-Corns! Fredo, look what I got.
Wow, that would crush any card that I got, even my Battle Cabbage.
Wait, this doesn't have the official Food Fighters seal of food authenticity.
[gasps.]
You're right.
This tastes like a fake, too.
The real cards are salty.
If you got duped, maybe Melvin was wrong, and it is possible to trade fakesies.
Know what that means? No, not a clue.
[upbeat music.]
No backsies.
[gasps.]
I don't think so.
No fakesies.
No living thingsies.
[snarling.]
What's that, Pegtor? Oh, you want to make us Harvey Girls honorary horned protectors for saving you? Sure.
[chuckles.]
Yeah, seems like everything worked out.
Let's hit the tree and trade for cool Horn-A-Corn accessories.
You want legitimate Horn-A-Corn goods? Step into my boutique.
The Harvey Street Bow? Got an official Horn-A-Corn Malibu Dream Carrot, and this is a an evil spatula monster they fight.
Ooh, spatula monster.
No, that is just a spatula.
Maybe.
But you can't bust me.
You'd have to bust everyone here.
100% genuine locks of Harvey Girl hair.
Live frogs, priced to hop.
My life's workruined.
How? We were gone five minutes.
Word is it all started with one fake Zu Queenie card.
Once that got traded, chaos blossomed.
We did this.
Now we got to un-did this.
But we're just as guilty as them.
And if we tell them that we started this, the Horn-A-Corns go back to Melvin, and then [imitating explosion.]
Silly raccoons.
They traded me this cool top hat extender, and for just a fake deed to the Trading Tree.
You brought the raccoons into this? [chittering.]
[all screaming.]
[panting.]
My scrunchie.
I'm powerless without it.
Ah! No backsies! Oh, right.
We now live in a world with backsies.
[crying.]
Ladies, we got to do what the Horn-A-Corns would do.
Combine to form a kid tower! Remember Horn-A-Corns book 19, where Narwhalla says "You can scare off any animal if you make yourself look bigger than it.
" -Lotta's right.
-Yeah, yeah.
[all.]
A kid tower! [branches creaking, raccoons snarling.]
We need more kids.
[yelling.]
-Fakesies are worse than backsies.
-Guys, stop.
Look, we created this mess.
We were the first to break the trust of the Tree by trading a fakesie.
We were wrong.
Hey, if we could backsie our fakesie, we would, but we can't.
But we can fix it, if we all work together.
Work together with Lucretia? She traded me this orange, and it is not fully ripe or an orange.
Well, I don't trust Fredo.
And I don't trust The Bow.
And I don't trust clocks.
I say what time it is, not some bizarre circle box filled with wires.
No, we must trust.
We need the Trading Tree.
From our mistake, let a new trust grow.
Let it grow tall and strong, like a, I don't know, maybe some sort of big plant maybe? [all cheering.]
[rousing rock music.]
[Lotta clears throat.]
-Git.
-This is our tree.
And I'm the horn! [all screaming.]
[raccoons whining.]
[all cheering.]
I'm tall.
[all cheering.]
Pinkeye, these are yours.
So long, my horned angel.
If you give her to Melvin, promise me she won't suffer.
Thank you, Harvey Girls.
You acted like the real elders today.
-But I'm still older.
-Who cares? It's time to trash some cuteness.
Pinkeye, my cuteness? You know, I think I'm gonna keep 'em.
They're actually pretty cool.
Yeah, those belong to Pinkeye now.
[Tiny.]
I'm tall! [chorus.]
Ha! Yeah! Come on! Run! Yeah! Go Hey! Let's go! Turn it up Hey! Go! Yeah! Come on Run! Shh! Ha! Yeah! Yeah! Let's go Uh-huh Come on Yeah Hey!