Harvey Street Kids (2018) s01e02 Episode Script
While You Weren't Sleeping/The Secret Strife of Pets
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 [springs boinging.]
Audrey, I don't say this often, but wow! I do say "wow" often, but wow, wow, wow, wow, wow! It's so, so Jump-a-licious? Spring-a-riffic? Trampoline-y.
Bounce-tastic! Oh, Audrey, this super trampoline is your most awesome idea yet.
Even more than the puppy massage chair.
Indeed.
It's even 17%, maybe 18% better than your cake catapult.
Uh, the cake-a-pult.
Thanks, girls.
Sure, it took us ten hours and 30 boba breaks to assemble, but it was worth it.
[giggles.]
Now we have more bounce than ever! Maybe too much bounce? No way! There's no such thing as too much.
Allow me to demonstrate.
-Wait.
-Is this about safety? I told you, Dot.
I'm mostly-pretty-almost sure my head is indestructible.
No, it's not.
And we only have one point three six minutes of daylight left, which means time to go home.
[growls.]
Nighttime! We meet again, my arch-jerk-stinky-face enemy.
Always sneaking up on me at the worst possible moment.
[exhaling deeply.]
[gasps, growls.]
[hammer pounding.]
[dramatic musical sting.]
[growls.]
[all screaming.]
To be fair, the bats were only because our giant cotton candy machine displaced their home.
-And we took care of it.
-Now they live in my closet.
Still, nighttime is always cutting in before we get to enjoy my awesome ideas.
-I'm sick of it.
-I kind of like nighttime.
It's like the bad boy you can count on.
"Hey, Lotta, I'm mysterious, but I'll always be here for you.
" Plus, growing girls need their sleep.
We can just pick up where we left off tomorrow.
No, because tomorrow I'll have a new awesome idea-storm! It's time we showed nighttime it's not the boss of Harvey Street! [all cheering.]
Audrey, I'm totally on board, but how? It's impossible to stop the Earth's rotation on its axis.
But what if it wasn't? [all cheering.]
Okay, it is.
But I have an idea! [whispering indistinctly.]
[chorus.]
Ha, yeah, go, what Yeah, go Yeah, hey! Let's go! Turn it up! Hey! Go! Yeah! Come on! Ha! Ha! Yeah! Come on, Pinkeye, it's June.
[chorus.]
Uh-huh Harvey Street! Nighttime has officially been canceled! [triumphant choral music.]
[light gleaming.]
We are now clear for endless fun! [chorus.]
Hey [rock music.]
[chorus.]
Yeah Hey Come on! Ha! [crashing.]
[chorus.]
Yeah [slurping.]
[chorus.]
Yeah Finally, I get to see the wonders of late-night television.
[man.]
All the comfort of a blanket, all the style of a grandma's nightie.
Why wait? Call 1-800-Sleep now.
Ugh, those are the ugliest things.
Hello, I'd like to order 100 Snug Jamas.
What am I doing? Make that 200, rush shipping.
[chorus.]
Yeah There you are! With nighttime turned into bright time, you girls won't believe how many things I'm tackling on my Sleeping bags? None of my ideas involve sleeping bags.
These are for power naps.
Leonardo da Vinci took them six times a day to increase brain productivity.
Eh, Leonardo da Vinci recommends a lot of things.
Sure, but to help stay awake, Dot and I are gonna take a disco nap.
It's like a regular nap, but funky-fresh.
Wanna join? A nap? [scoffs and laughs.]
-Should I take that as a no? -[Audrey.]
Yeah.
I'll sleep when all my awesomeness-ing is done.
Welp, disco dreams, here we come! [claps.]
[smooth disco music.]
Harvey Street-iacs, check it out! What's an oogsll? It's almost midnight! Whoa! No kid on Harvey Street has ever stayed up past midnight! I did once! I went to the Harvey Girls' place and we braided each other's hair and I had the body of a sea lion.
Oh, wait.
That was just a dream.
Here we go, block partiers! Ten, nine [all.]
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one! -[alarm buzzing.]
-Midnight! Take that, nighty-night! Hee-yah! Hee-yah! Oh, boba.
Cheers to you, Audrey.
You changed the rules of time and space without destroying the universe.
And we get to stay up late! Yay! [fierce roaring.]
[roaring continues.]
Uh, what is wrong with him? What's wrong with everyone? [all groaning.]
Seems like everyone's getting tired.
Maybe it's time to call it a night? [all.]
Huh? [The Bow.]
Rage.
Rage.
Rage.
[sighs.]
This is even more of a bummer than nighttime.
How are we gonna finish my list with everyone acting crazy? We still got the reverse limbo, the great pudding drop, the monster scream-a-thon.
[faint roaring.]
[snarling.]
Ahh! Forget ruining our fun.
This is ruining our friends! Droopy eyes, drooling, an awful temper.
Lack of sleep plus over-stimulation plus constant daylight has pushed them past simply being merely tired and into a level ten uber-sleepy situation.
[growls.]
Yikes.
Glad we took disco naps.
Yeah, also glad some of us don't need naps.
[faint growl.]
[twitching.]
What? I'm not being weird, you're being weird.
New topic! [Dot.]
We need to cut the lights so that they'll go to sleep.
But to pull the plug, we have to get there.
And I'd say we have an 87% chance of being mauled by Lucretia first.
Yikes.
That's even higher than the chances of her mauling us normally.
[babbling.]
Maybe we're safer here with the Tine-ster, huh? [dramatic music.]
[gasps.]
[snarling.]
[all screaming.]
Don't worry.
I have an idea.
Ice cream cones made of potato chips.
Oh, and I have an idea for how to fix this too.
Okay, Audrey, take us through your plan.
You're looking at it.
For once, Frufru's shopping obsession is a good thing.
-Hideous.
-Why would you do that to clothes? Yes, they're ugly, but they're also super comfy.
[chuckles.]
Or so I've heard.
Okay, fine! I have a pair at home.
Watch.
[eerie grunting.]
Hey, Lucretia! [yawns.]
Boy, I sure am tired.
[yelling.]
[grunting.]
[snoring.]
-Sweet! That actually worked! -Wait.
You didn't know it was going to work? [shrugs.]
Bust out your favorite lullabies, girls.
It's bedtime! [all snarling.]
Eh, probably shouldn't have said that out loud.
[snarling.]
[snoring.]
Hey, Frufru! You want some crazy expensive nail polish? [groaning.]
[growls.]
[snoring.]
[roaring.]
[all shouting.]
The plug! Now let's cut the lights before they get loose.
[low growling.]
[dramatic choral music.]
Audrey? Hey, friend-girl? How about taking that disco nap after all? [snarls.]
The sleepiness, it's wresting control of her! [snapping fingers.]
Audrey! Stay with us! Guys, what's happening? Oh, no.
I'm becoming one of them, aren't I? Affirmative.
So why don't you turn off the lights so you can sleep? [groaning.]
No sleep! Stay up! [whimpering.]
No! You're not the boss of me, zombie-other-me.
Dot, Lotta, hold them back! [all snarling.]
Nighttime, I'm sorry.
I was wrong to defy you.
Now it's time [wolf howling.]
bedtime.
[all gasping and sighing.]
[sighs.]
[snores.]
You did it! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Shh.
[softly.]
Whoo-hoo.
Good job.
You guys are great.
[all snoring.]
[rooster crowing.]
[springs boinging.]
Morning, folks! Sleep tight? -Is it morning already? -I had the craziest dream.
Snug Jamas were delivered.
I mean, what are Snug Jamas? Sure is niceto see everyone wide awake.
Well, almost everyone.
[snoring.]
Think we should wake her up? Nah.
Growing girls need their sleep.
[chorus.]
Hey [upbeat rock music.]
[chorus.]
Hey [all screaming.]
[dramatic music.]
It's weird! But not good weird! I'm into it.
[Tiny.]
It just showed up! Nobody's sure where it came from.
Or if there's a better name for it than "it.
" Stand back, folks! The Harvey Girls are here to take out the trash.
Finally, the monster attack I have always dreamed of! [Dot.]
To catch a monster, you need the right outfit.
-[clanging.]
-[all gasp.]
-[gasps.]
-[shouts.]
Mm-hmm.
[grunts.]
[grunts.]
Monster contained.
And way less monstrous than expected.
-[animal chattering.]
-Oh, it's a puppy! No, that is a rodent.
No, that is a wee-derbeast.
A wee wildebeest? Come on, know your fantasy forest critters, people.
[chittering.]
[both gasp.]
Whatever it is, we need to airlift it off our block for safety, because in my scientific opinion ew, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross.
Whoa, whoa, Dot! [light clang.]
We can't just toss it away like that retainer I told my dentist I "lost.
" It came to Harvey Street seeking sanctuary.
- Yeah! This puppy -Wee-derbeast.
-Rodent.
-needs our help.
It's up to us to find it a loving home.
Who wants to be a pet? [roars, sniffs.]
That's puppy for "I do!" No, no, no.
Pets are illogical.
They are dirty, destructive, and make humans act dumb.
You don't like pets? But pets snuggle and cuddle! To say nothing of nuzzling.
[squeals.]
And you can do this to them.
-[Lotta.]
Aww.
-[Audrey.]
He thinks he's bread! But who will this cutieful little fella live with? You already have a few pet bunnies [giggling.]
and while I consider myself friend to all animals, I don't have the best track record as a pet owner.
[laughs.]
Time for your exercise! Boy, you are out of shape.
The CDC is the only home for Fluffy.
Fluffy! That's a perfect name! Aw! No! It's an acronym for "Furry Lost Ugly Flea Farm Yuckiness.
" And it could destroy Harvey Street.
It could be full of deadly germs! Yay! Excuse for a bubble bath! -Or mind-controlling parasites.
-[gasps.]
Coolsome! Or an evil force of chaos who only wants to watch the world burn! [chirps.]
More like a force of cuteness.
Yeah, you're overreacting, Dot.
Cute stuff can't be evil.
Now to find you a forever home on our block, Fluffster.
[chorus.]
Yeah! Go! Well-played.
But I promise you, wherever we find you a home, it will not be on Harvey Stre [groans.]
[knocks, door opens.]
Hey Hey, Tiny.
Remember that monster? Mm-hmm.
I've had constant waking nightmares.
Yes, go on.
Well, turns out [singsongy.]
he's cute! And tiny! Which is like me, Tiny! That's why we think Fluffy here is the perfectly perfect pet for you.
Yes, Fluffy is perfect, now that he has a full belly.
He shouldn't need to eat again for, well, a few more minutes at least.
[Fluffy chitters.]
Oh, don't worry.
I'm guessing he only eats, like, four or five Tinys per feeding.
-Ahh! Don't eat me, nightmare fiend! -Tiny! As the trusted president of the official Harvey Girls Fan Club And host of its unofficial podcast, Can't Harvey Wait! We'd like you to care for Fluffy.
Me? [gasps.]
What an honor.
Mm-hmm.
Before we can sign off on you, there is a home inspection.
-Is this where you live? -Yup! Why? "Lives in deathtrap.
" -[gasps.]
-Wait, what makes this a deathtrap? Breakable windows, crumble-able walls, fall in-able roof.
But that's, like, every house.
Good point.
Guess that rules out Fluffy living in a house.
Pack your bags, rodent.
Ugh! [growls.]
[Lucretia groans.]
Way to go, Lucretia.
You just had to go and live in a house.
[chorus.]
Shh! [Audrey.]
Melvin has a pet snake, so that's probably a deal breaker.
[Lotta.]
Pinkeye has allergies, plus Fluffy would probably be allergic to him.
If you must be allowed in our pristine, un-infested headquarters and I still think Fluffy should stay outside forever then this is your space.
Do not step or shed over the line.
-[retches.]
-Ugh.
Fine.
I never mentioned vomiting, so well-played.
Audrey, Lotta, Fluffy needs a walk! [chorus.]
Shh! Whoops, I accidentally dropped your leash.
You can run away now.
[chitters.]
Boo! Run! Please run? [chitters.]
[groaning.]
[gasps.]
Your fur it's soft.
Unexpected.
Your eyes they're like windows to a land of infinite cuteness.
Maybe you're not a threat after all, my lil' Fluffy, wuffy, wuffy [Lotta.]
Dot? Are you snuggling Fluffy? -Aww! -No.
[stammers.]
I I was looking for super fleas! Oh! Find any? I don't know what I found.
Don't worry, Dot, we found Fluffy's forever home! Fluffy's forever home? [thunder crashing.]
[door creaks open.]
[eerie music.]
I'd love to care for such a marvelous specimen.
You chose The Bow? How? Why? She doesn't even have a real name! -Oh, yeah, I do, it's actually -Yeah, I know, I know.
The Bow is very Bow-like, but check out her résumé.
Hmm.
Counselor, Camp Rodent.
Semi-professional flea wrangler.
Certified animal manicurist? [pleasant music.]
Dang, those cuticles are singin'! I know, I know, you wanted us to banish Fluffy to a foreign country, but in many ways, The Bow is the foreign country of our block.
Fluffy, welcome to your new home on Harvey Street.
Have fun with Bowsy! Well, then, here's his leash and some of his snack trash he enjoys eating/barfing.
So long, Yuckiness.
[whimpering.]
[Dot sighs.]
-[squelching.]
-[gasps.]
[sighs.]
You okay? You're sighing a lot.
I am fine.
You miss Fluffy, don't you? Fluffy, Fluffy oh, right, that filthy rodent who made my life a nightmare.
Forgot all about him.
[whimpers.]
The Bow will take good care of her.
Weird care, yes, but good care too.
You don't know that! Not that I care.
Though maybe we should use my Dotcopter to check on her.
Not that I care.
[chorus.]
Shh! [suspenseful music.]
[Lotta.]
See, The Bow's house, and everything seems weird but in order.
[eerie music.]
[all gasp.]
Oh, wait! [Dot.]
Phew.
At least Fluffy seems okay.
Tonight you sleep with the fishes.
[both gasp.]
What's wrong with that? Fish are solid bedtime companions.
It's an expression! It means she's gonnagonna [gasps.]
Oh, I can't say it.
-[whimpers.]
-It means she's gonna kill Fluffy! What? That's cray-cray.
No, that's cray-cray-cray! This is a big mis[gasps.]
RIP -[all gasp.]
-Fluffy! [all panting.]
Open up, The Bow! If that is even your real fake name! She's not answering.
Always one step ahead, this one.
[eerie music.]
[shrieking from inside.]
We need to get up there! Time for my parkour moves of fury! [exciting music.]
[Audrey gasps.]
[shouting.]
Aw, fudge nickels! These old houses were not built for parkour.
[shrieking from inside.]
Fly me.
You want me to fly you up there? But that's dangerous and, like, dumb! I'm not against it.
I'm really just impressed.
[exclaiming.]
Unhand that cuteness! Fluffy? The Bow's not hurting you? But then, what were those screams? [shrieking.]
Butbutthe RIP portraits! And you saying Fluffy was gonna sleep with the fishes! RIP is for "Ripley.
" I name all my pets Ripley, believe it or not.
And Ripley here will sleep next to the pet fishes.
They're solid bedtime companions.
That's what I said! [gasps.]
Oh, no, I forgot to feed my goldfish.
Welp, uh, sorry for accusing you of pet murder.
We'll leave how we came in.
[chuckles.]
[squeaks.]
[soft shimmering music.]
No.
Fluffy is dirty, destructive, and he makes me act dumb.
But he he completes me.
I see your heart is true.
Fluffy is yours.
Also he ruined my futon.
Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Sorry it took me a while to admit that I love you.
[coughs.]
Actually, Dot was right.
That's a rat.
[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!
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 [springs boinging.]
Audrey, I don't say this often, but wow! I do say "wow" often, but wow, wow, wow, wow, wow! It's so, so Jump-a-licious? Spring-a-riffic? Trampoline-y.
Bounce-tastic! Oh, Audrey, this super trampoline is your most awesome idea yet.
Even more than the puppy massage chair.
Indeed.
It's even 17%, maybe 18% better than your cake catapult.
Uh, the cake-a-pult.
Thanks, girls.
Sure, it took us ten hours and 30 boba breaks to assemble, but it was worth it.
[giggles.]
Now we have more bounce than ever! Maybe too much bounce? No way! There's no such thing as too much.
Allow me to demonstrate.
-Wait.
-Is this about safety? I told you, Dot.
I'm mostly-pretty-almost sure my head is indestructible.
No, it's not.
And we only have one point three six minutes of daylight left, which means time to go home.
[growls.]
Nighttime! We meet again, my arch-jerk-stinky-face enemy.
Always sneaking up on me at the worst possible moment.
[exhaling deeply.]
[gasps, growls.]
[hammer pounding.]
[dramatic musical sting.]
[growls.]
[all screaming.]
To be fair, the bats were only because our giant cotton candy machine displaced their home.
-And we took care of it.
-Now they live in my closet.
Still, nighttime is always cutting in before we get to enjoy my awesome ideas.
-I'm sick of it.
-I kind of like nighttime.
It's like the bad boy you can count on.
"Hey, Lotta, I'm mysterious, but I'll always be here for you.
" Plus, growing girls need their sleep.
We can just pick up where we left off tomorrow.
No, because tomorrow I'll have a new awesome idea-storm! It's time we showed nighttime it's not the boss of Harvey Street! [all cheering.]
Audrey, I'm totally on board, but how? It's impossible to stop the Earth's rotation on its axis.
But what if it wasn't? [all cheering.]
Okay, it is.
But I have an idea! [whispering indistinctly.]
[chorus.]
Ha, yeah, go, what Yeah, go Yeah, hey! Let's go! Turn it up! Hey! Go! Yeah! Come on! Ha! Ha! Yeah! Come on, Pinkeye, it's June.
[chorus.]
Uh-huh Harvey Street! Nighttime has officially been canceled! [triumphant choral music.]
[light gleaming.]
We are now clear for endless fun! [chorus.]
Hey [rock music.]
[chorus.]
Yeah Hey Come on! Ha! [crashing.]
[chorus.]
Yeah [slurping.]
[chorus.]
Yeah Finally, I get to see the wonders of late-night television.
[man.]
All the comfort of a blanket, all the style of a grandma's nightie.
Why wait? Call 1-800-Sleep now.
Ugh, those are the ugliest things.
Hello, I'd like to order 100 Snug Jamas.
What am I doing? Make that 200, rush shipping.
[chorus.]
Yeah There you are! With nighttime turned into bright time, you girls won't believe how many things I'm tackling on my Sleeping bags? None of my ideas involve sleeping bags.
These are for power naps.
Leonardo da Vinci took them six times a day to increase brain productivity.
Eh, Leonardo da Vinci recommends a lot of things.
Sure, but to help stay awake, Dot and I are gonna take a disco nap.
It's like a regular nap, but funky-fresh.
Wanna join? A nap? [scoffs and laughs.]
-Should I take that as a no? -[Audrey.]
Yeah.
I'll sleep when all my awesomeness-ing is done.
Welp, disco dreams, here we come! [claps.]
[smooth disco music.]
Harvey Street-iacs, check it out! What's an oogsll? It's almost midnight! Whoa! No kid on Harvey Street has ever stayed up past midnight! I did once! I went to the Harvey Girls' place and we braided each other's hair and I had the body of a sea lion.
Oh, wait.
That was just a dream.
Here we go, block partiers! Ten, nine [all.]
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one! -[alarm buzzing.]
-Midnight! Take that, nighty-night! Hee-yah! Hee-yah! Oh, boba.
Cheers to you, Audrey.
You changed the rules of time and space without destroying the universe.
And we get to stay up late! Yay! [fierce roaring.]
[roaring continues.]
Uh, what is wrong with him? What's wrong with everyone? [all groaning.]
Seems like everyone's getting tired.
Maybe it's time to call it a night? [all.]
Huh? [The Bow.]
Rage.
Rage.
Rage.
[sighs.]
This is even more of a bummer than nighttime.
How are we gonna finish my list with everyone acting crazy? We still got the reverse limbo, the great pudding drop, the monster scream-a-thon.
[faint roaring.]
[snarling.]
Ahh! Forget ruining our fun.
This is ruining our friends! Droopy eyes, drooling, an awful temper.
Lack of sleep plus over-stimulation plus constant daylight has pushed them past simply being merely tired and into a level ten uber-sleepy situation.
[growls.]
Yikes.
Glad we took disco naps.
Yeah, also glad some of us don't need naps.
[faint growl.]
[twitching.]
What? I'm not being weird, you're being weird.
New topic! [Dot.]
We need to cut the lights so that they'll go to sleep.
But to pull the plug, we have to get there.
And I'd say we have an 87% chance of being mauled by Lucretia first.
Yikes.
That's even higher than the chances of her mauling us normally.
[babbling.]
Maybe we're safer here with the Tine-ster, huh? [dramatic music.]
[gasps.]
[snarling.]
[all screaming.]
Don't worry.
I have an idea.
Ice cream cones made of potato chips.
Oh, and I have an idea for how to fix this too.
Okay, Audrey, take us through your plan.
You're looking at it.
For once, Frufru's shopping obsession is a good thing.
-Hideous.
-Why would you do that to clothes? Yes, they're ugly, but they're also super comfy.
[chuckles.]
Or so I've heard.
Okay, fine! I have a pair at home.
Watch.
[eerie grunting.]
Hey, Lucretia! [yawns.]
Boy, I sure am tired.
[yelling.]
[grunting.]
[snoring.]
-Sweet! That actually worked! -Wait.
You didn't know it was going to work? [shrugs.]
Bust out your favorite lullabies, girls.
It's bedtime! [all snarling.]
Eh, probably shouldn't have said that out loud.
[snarling.]
[snoring.]
Hey, Frufru! You want some crazy expensive nail polish? [groaning.]
[growls.]
[snoring.]
[roaring.]
[all shouting.]
The plug! Now let's cut the lights before they get loose.
[low growling.]
[dramatic choral music.]
Audrey? Hey, friend-girl? How about taking that disco nap after all? [snarls.]
The sleepiness, it's wresting control of her! [snapping fingers.]
Audrey! Stay with us! Guys, what's happening? Oh, no.
I'm becoming one of them, aren't I? Affirmative.
So why don't you turn off the lights so you can sleep? [groaning.]
No sleep! Stay up! [whimpering.]
No! You're not the boss of me, zombie-other-me.
Dot, Lotta, hold them back! [all snarling.]
Nighttime, I'm sorry.
I was wrong to defy you.
Now it's time [wolf howling.]
bedtime.
[all gasping and sighing.]
[sighs.]
[snores.]
You did it! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Shh.
[softly.]
Whoo-hoo.
Good job.
You guys are great.
[all snoring.]
[rooster crowing.]
[springs boinging.]
Morning, folks! Sleep tight? -Is it morning already? -I had the craziest dream.
Snug Jamas were delivered.
I mean, what are Snug Jamas? Sure is niceto see everyone wide awake.
Well, almost everyone.
[snoring.]
Think we should wake her up? Nah.
Growing girls need their sleep.
[chorus.]
Hey [upbeat rock music.]
[chorus.]
Hey [all screaming.]
[dramatic music.]
It's weird! But not good weird! I'm into it.
[Tiny.]
It just showed up! Nobody's sure where it came from.
Or if there's a better name for it than "it.
" Stand back, folks! The Harvey Girls are here to take out the trash.
Finally, the monster attack I have always dreamed of! [Dot.]
To catch a monster, you need the right outfit.
-[clanging.]
-[all gasp.]
-[gasps.]
-[shouts.]
Mm-hmm.
[grunts.]
[grunts.]
Monster contained.
And way less monstrous than expected.
-[animal chattering.]
-Oh, it's a puppy! No, that is a rodent.
No, that is a wee-derbeast.
A wee wildebeest? Come on, know your fantasy forest critters, people.
[chittering.]
[both gasp.]
Whatever it is, we need to airlift it off our block for safety, because in my scientific opinion ew, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, gross.
Whoa, whoa, Dot! [light clang.]
We can't just toss it away like that retainer I told my dentist I "lost.
" It came to Harvey Street seeking sanctuary.
- Yeah! This puppy -Wee-derbeast.
-Rodent.
-needs our help.
It's up to us to find it a loving home.
Who wants to be a pet? [roars, sniffs.]
That's puppy for "I do!" No, no, no.
Pets are illogical.
They are dirty, destructive, and make humans act dumb.
You don't like pets? But pets snuggle and cuddle! To say nothing of nuzzling.
[squeals.]
And you can do this to them.
-[Lotta.]
Aww.
-[Audrey.]
He thinks he's bread! But who will this cutieful little fella live with? You already have a few pet bunnies [giggling.]
and while I consider myself friend to all animals, I don't have the best track record as a pet owner.
[laughs.]
Time for your exercise! Boy, you are out of shape.
The CDC is the only home for Fluffy.
Fluffy! That's a perfect name! Aw! No! It's an acronym for "Furry Lost Ugly Flea Farm Yuckiness.
" And it could destroy Harvey Street.
It could be full of deadly germs! Yay! Excuse for a bubble bath! -Or mind-controlling parasites.
-[gasps.]
Coolsome! Or an evil force of chaos who only wants to watch the world burn! [chirps.]
More like a force of cuteness.
Yeah, you're overreacting, Dot.
Cute stuff can't be evil.
Now to find you a forever home on our block, Fluffster.
[chorus.]
Yeah! Go! Well-played.
But I promise you, wherever we find you a home, it will not be on Harvey Stre [groans.]
[knocks, door opens.]
Hey Hey, Tiny.
Remember that monster? Mm-hmm.
I've had constant waking nightmares.
Yes, go on.
Well, turns out [singsongy.]
he's cute! And tiny! Which is like me, Tiny! That's why we think Fluffy here is the perfectly perfect pet for you.
Yes, Fluffy is perfect, now that he has a full belly.
He shouldn't need to eat again for, well, a few more minutes at least.
[Fluffy chitters.]
Oh, don't worry.
I'm guessing he only eats, like, four or five Tinys per feeding.
-Ahh! Don't eat me, nightmare fiend! -Tiny! As the trusted president of the official Harvey Girls Fan Club And host of its unofficial podcast, Can't Harvey Wait! We'd like you to care for Fluffy.
Me? [gasps.]
What an honor.
Mm-hmm.
Before we can sign off on you, there is a home inspection.
-Is this where you live? -Yup! Why? "Lives in deathtrap.
" -[gasps.]
-Wait, what makes this a deathtrap? Breakable windows, crumble-able walls, fall in-able roof.
But that's, like, every house.
Good point.
Guess that rules out Fluffy living in a house.
Pack your bags, rodent.
Ugh! [growls.]
[Lucretia groans.]
Way to go, Lucretia.
You just had to go and live in a house.
[chorus.]
Shh! [Audrey.]
Melvin has a pet snake, so that's probably a deal breaker.
[Lotta.]
Pinkeye has allergies, plus Fluffy would probably be allergic to him.
If you must be allowed in our pristine, un-infested headquarters and I still think Fluffy should stay outside forever then this is your space.
Do not step or shed over the line.
-[retches.]
-Ugh.
Fine.
I never mentioned vomiting, so well-played.
Audrey, Lotta, Fluffy needs a walk! [chorus.]
Shh! Whoops, I accidentally dropped your leash.
You can run away now.
[chitters.]
Boo! Run! Please run? [chitters.]
[groaning.]
[gasps.]
Your fur it's soft.
Unexpected.
Your eyes they're like windows to a land of infinite cuteness.
Maybe you're not a threat after all, my lil' Fluffy, wuffy, wuffy [Lotta.]
Dot? Are you snuggling Fluffy? -Aww! -No.
[stammers.]
I I was looking for super fleas! Oh! Find any? I don't know what I found.
Don't worry, Dot, we found Fluffy's forever home! Fluffy's forever home? [thunder crashing.]
[door creaks open.]
[eerie music.]
I'd love to care for such a marvelous specimen.
You chose The Bow? How? Why? She doesn't even have a real name! -Oh, yeah, I do, it's actually -Yeah, I know, I know.
The Bow is very Bow-like, but check out her résumé.
Hmm.
Counselor, Camp Rodent.
Semi-professional flea wrangler.
Certified animal manicurist? [pleasant music.]
Dang, those cuticles are singin'! I know, I know, you wanted us to banish Fluffy to a foreign country, but in many ways, The Bow is the foreign country of our block.
Fluffy, welcome to your new home on Harvey Street.
Have fun with Bowsy! Well, then, here's his leash and some of his snack trash he enjoys eating/barfing.
So long, Yuckiness.
[whimpering.]
[Dot sighs.]
-[squelching.]
-[gasps.]
[sighs.]
You okay? You're sighing a lot.
I am fine.
You miss Fluffy, don't you? Fluffy, Fluffy oh, right, that filthy rodent who made my life a nightmare.
Forgot all about him.
[whimpers.]
The Bow will take good care of her.
Weird care, yes, but good care too.
You don't know that! Not that I care.
Though maybe we should use my Dotcopter to check on her.
Not that I care.
[chorus.]
Shh! [suspenseful music.]
[Lotta.]
See, The Bow's house, and everything seems weird but in order.
[eerie music.]
[all gasp.]
Oh, wait! [Dot.]
Phew.
At least Fluffy seems okay.
Tonight you sleep with the fishes.
[both gasp.]
What's wrong with that? Fish are solid bedtime companions.
It's an expression! It means she's gonnagonna [gasps.]
Oh, I can't say it.
-[whimpers.]
-It means she's gonna kill Fluffy! What? That's cray-cray.
No, that's cray-cray-cray! This is a big mis[gasps.]
RIP -[all gasp.]
-Fluffy! [all panting.]
Open up, The Bow! If that is even your real fake name! She's not answering.
Always one step ahead, this one.
[eerie music.]
[shrieking from inside.]
We need to get up there! Time for my parkour moves of fury! [exciting music.]
[Audrey gasps.]
[shouting.]
Aw, fudge nickels! These old houses were not built for parkour.
[shrieking from inside.]
Fly me.
You want me to fly you up there? But that's dangerous and, like, dumb! I'm not against it.
I'm really just impressed.
[exclaiming.]
Unhand that cuteness! Fluffy? The Bow's not hurting you? But then, what were those screams? [shrieking.]
Butbutthe RIP portraits! And you saying Fluffy was gonna sleep with the fishes! RIP is for "Ripley.
" I name all my pets Ripley, believe it or not.
And Ripley here will sleep next to the pet fishes.
They're solid bedtime companions.
That's what I said! [gasps.]
Oh, no, I forgot to feed my goldfish.
Welp, uh, sorry for accusing you of pet murder.
We'll leave how we came in.
[chuckles.]
[squeaks.]
[soft shimmering music.]
No.
Fluffy is dirty, destructive, and he makes me act dumb.
But he he completes me.
I see your heart is true.
Fluffy is yours.
Also he ruined my futon.
Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Sorry it took me a while to admit that I love you.
[coughs.]
Actually, Dot was right.
That's a rat.
[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!