Gabby Duran & The Unsittables (2019) s01e11 Episode Script
Wesley Jr.
1 And why are you watching an egg? It's some kind of alien pet, I guess.
The owners are on vacation in another galaxy, predpolaga se 4e trqbva da predpoloja on it for the next couple weeks.
But don't get too excited, it's not supposed to hatch or anything until they get back.
(egg cracking) - Oh, no.
- Oh, yes! Witnessing an alien birth? This is so high on my bucket list! Come on, little guy! You can do it! Push! Push! (squawking) Wow.
The miracle of life is (trills) super ugly.
Don't listen to her, buddy.
You're adorable! I'm gonna name you Wesley Jr.
(theme song playing) Oh, yeah I do normal like a fish rides a bicycle Fit in like summer and an icicle Don't fight it, just be an original Ooh, ooh, ooh I roller skate outside the lines When I try to stay in, it's no surprise It's a fail, it's okay, I'm one of a kind One of a, one of a kind So anytime I feel some type of way Don't understand the human race So what, so what, so what I do my thing, I do my thing You do your thing, You do your thing When we don't fit in We stand out in the crowd and we shout it loud I do my thing, I do my thing I'm the one and only, I'm the one and only Don't try to fit in, Don't try to fit in Mm-hmm, I do my thing (squawking) Gabby: Hey, buddy, who's your favorite baby-sitter.
(pulsing) Whoa, what was that? I'm not sure, but I have an idea.
Try petting him.
Oh-Kay (pulsing, rumbling) Yup, just like I thought.
It looks like Wesley Jr.
emits strong vibrational energy when he gets upset.
Don't you, guy? (cooing) Alien earthquake bird? I guess we gotta keep it happy then! Also how dare you like Wesley more than me! (Scoffs) (cooing) The night is all about you Just go on and have what you want And do anything that you'd like to Oh, you don't even have to stop, no Set the world on fire (pulsing, rumbling) So do whatever you like It's your right (pulsing, rumbling stops) You got the stars in your eyes Let them shine And set the world on fire Light up the sky (snoring softly) All right, a little shading on the beak there.
Oh, that's nice.
- Wesley, you have outdone yourself.
- (door opens) (door closes) (sighs) I don't know what's worse: Getting puked on by an alien bird or having to wear this shirt.
- What you working on? - Check it out.
I've been working on a field journal with everything we've learned so far about aliens.
Oh-Kay.
You realize we have to burn this, right? What? No! Why? Because this alien stuff is top secret, Wes! What if someone found this? Or what if Swift found out I told you? I could lose my job! Is this all there is? Yes and no.
Yes, this is all there is of this journal.
Wes There's two more.
(music playing on laptop) I do not get it.
- You don't get what? - Nothing.
Just a guy on the street saw me and said he didn't like my Dina Duran human interest segments on the news.
Who cares what he thinks? It's just one guy, right? Well when I said, "On the street," I meant, "In my office.
" And when I said, "One guy," - I really meant, "My boss.
" - Olivia: Oh.
- That's bad.
- Dina: Yeah.
The ratings for my segments haven't been great.
And if I can't figure out why my feel-good pieces are making people feel bad, I might get cancelled.
Ooh! Can I help? I love solving work problems.
They're so much weightier and more complex than school problems.
Actually, I could really use an outside opinion.
Yes! I hope you're ready for some loving-but-honest criticism! Okay.
Trust me this is for the best.
Do we have to? I put a lot of work into these.
Every alien experience, every story you ever told me All the more reason we have to get rid of it! Now where are your matches? Huh? Nope.
Can't do it.
Hey! Give me those! - I won't show anyone! - I can't risk it! You're forgetting: I'm a little bigger than you.
You're forgetting: I fight dirty.
Whoa! - (screaming) - (Wesley grunting) - Give me those! - No! They're my journals! (both grunting) I'm the one who babysits aliens, it's my decision! Stop freaking out! No one's gonna find out! Man: Find out about what? Hey.
Mr.
and Mrs.
, uh, Wesley's parents.
There you are! What happened with your parents? Bah! Don't worry about it.
My parents don't think the aliens are real.
But they do think that I think they're real.
So I've got an appointment with the school guidance counselor this afternoon to discuss my "cry for help.
" Wes, this is bad.
I know.
Terry keeps a big bowl of butterscotch candies on his desk, and I have, like, zero self-control No! Now another person is gonna see the journal! You really screwed this up! Me? This is your fault, you know! No one would have found anything if you hadn't tried to make me destroy my life's work.
Well, then you shouldn't have been keeping journals in the first place! You know what? I'm starting to think you shouldn't help me babysit anymore.
Well, you know what? I'm starting to think I shouldn't help you babysit anymore! - I just said that! - I just said that! Wesley Jr.
likes me more than you.
(gasps) How dare you! Your parents are very worried.
And looking at some of these pages, I'd have to agree.
These images are somewhat disturbing.
They are? Just in the drawing skill.
You're 13.
You really should be a better artist.
So, Wesley.
These "Gor-Mons" you imagine.
Do they talk to you or What? No, they don't talk to me.
It's all make-believe.
Kinda like your own imaginary fantasy world.
Exactly! Well, I can relate to that.
I, too, enjoy the world of pretend.
Only for me, it's a vaguely medieval realm where I'm called Prince Terry and I rule a kingdom of centaurs.
You know, people-horses? (horse neighs) Cool.
(gasping) Terry: Wesley, you seem just fine to me.
I see no reason why we need to Okay, Terry, I'll take over from here.
Principal Swift.
This isn't your jurisdiction.
I was just dismissing young Wesley here And I was just remembering when you and your dress-up buddies used the school gymnasium for an unauthorized people-horse battle.
(horse neighs) Good luck to you! (ominous music plays) (breathing heavily) So, Wesley.
- Let's talk, shall we? - Wesley: Sure.
Hey, here's a topic: You ever notice how "flammable" and "inflammable" mean the same thing? That's weird.
(chuckles nervously) Here's another topic: Aliens and what you know about them.
(swallows audibly) Dina: (on laptop) So if you need a new cat groomer, you paws-itively can't go wrong.
For Local 6, I'm Dina Duran.
And the ball's in your court.
So if you're looking for a fun afternoon, park yourself at the park.
For Local 6, I'm Dina Duran.
And the ball's in your court.
So it turns out the smell was just a lot of squirrels.
For Local 6, I'm Dina Duran.
And the ball's in your court.
See? Look, they're great! - Uh, no.
- No? "The ball's in your court"? What ball? Whose court? I say this with all the love I can: That's straight trash.
Okay.
So it's the sign-off.
Okay, mija.
We have to come up with something new.
Um how about this? I'm Dina Duran.
And that's the ticket.
I thought you were going to take this seriously.
(sighs) "Everything's fine, Terry's got butterscotch.
" It's like he's trying to get me found (squawking) out.
Whoa.
Wesley Jr.
? - (squawks) - You grew up quick.
(thud) (crashes) Hey, would you cool it? The neighbors are gonna complain and then what am I gonna say? (squawking, pulsing) Okay, let's just, uh, find something you like.
You like songs? (clears throat) Go to sleep, giant bird And stop shaking the house (screeches) I liked you so much better when you were an egg.
You weren't like this yesterday for me and Wes You miss Wes.
Where did you get your info for this journal of yours? I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do.
And we're not leaving this school until you tell me.
I have got all day.
My life is quite empty.
Shall we begin? Okay, Wesley.
It's been an hour.
Let's up the ante, shall we? (chuckles) Don't mind me, I'm just going to set down this steaming hot plate of fettuccine Alfredo.
I'm not hungry.
I just had a bunch of butterscotches.
It's not for you.
It's for me.
To eat in front of you, slowly and loudly.
Mmm.
(slurps) Mmm Oh! Mmm.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
You're a monster.
Just tell me what you know, and all of this goes away.
(evil laughter) - (pulsing) - Hey, little guy.
I'm your buddy, Wesley.
Look, I'm wearing my coat.
Remember what great pals we are? Why don't you just sit down and we'll figure out how to (screeches) Okay, fine.
I'm not Wesley.
I know that! But Wesley did a very dumb thing and so he can't be here anymore! So, sorry, but he isn't coming! All right? So just chill the heck out! - (screeching) - (pulsing, rumbling) - (glass shattering) - (gasping) (pulsing, rumbling continue) (screeching) I'm sorry I yelled at you, but will you just stop already? Ah! I've got to get Wesley.
She clearly told you something.
If you want to save yourself, just tell me what Gabby told you, and you can go home.
I don't think I know any Gabbys.
(sighs) Also, you have a bit of Alfredo sauce on your jacket there.
Guh! Ooh! I had hoped I wouldn't have to resort to this Please tell me, Wesley! I just really need you to tell me what you know! (crying) Come on, it'll be okay.
Why can't I break you? You're a child! (continues crying) (sighs) Well, that's just perfect.
Okay, yes! Wesley obviously told you all about how he's been helping me babysit aliens.
And now you're crying because you trusted me and I betrayed that trust.
I get it.
But right now, we've got bigger problems.
He's been what? I didn't tell him anything.
Wait.
You didn't? He didn't.
I ate a big plate of fettuccine Alfredo for nothing.
But now that I know There'll be plenty of time for you to yell at me later.
But right now, we've got an alien earthquake bird that's about to level a neighborhood.
Wesley Jr.
won't calm down, and I know you're probably the only person he'll listen to.
Will you help me? For Wesley Jr.
? Let's ride.
No.
Let's fly.
I'm Dina Duran, your number one fan! And boom goes the Dina-mite! That's what's for Dina.
I'm your fave-ensburg in Havensburg.
A.
K.
A.
the Duran-tula.
(rips paper) - (rumbling) - (car alarm blaring) (squawking) (pulsing, rumbling continue) Oh! - (Gabby screams) - It's worse than I thought.
This, combined with many other valid reasons, is why I hate birds! (screeching) See if it'll listen to you! Hey there, buddy! It's me, your papa! Probably not the time, but it's super creepy that you call yourself that! (screeching) How about some funny faces? Brr! Brr! Step aside.
I'll establish dominance.
Caw caw! - (screeching continues) - Caw caw! Caw caw! (all gasp) - (Swift grunts) - (Gabby screams) We need to find cover! Wesley: Come on.
Gabby: Quick! Into the bathroom.
(screeching) (screams) Sorry, Mom.
We tried.
Or I tried at least.
Oh well (sighs) I guess I'm stuck with the world's worst sign-off.
(rumbling) Whoa, what's that shaking? (angelic music plays) I'm Dina Duran Both: And that's what's shakin'! Yes! It's quippy, it's fun, and it doesn't make me embarrassed to be your daughter! Yeah, it's the perfect sign-off! Where's Gabby? She's definitely gonna want to hear about this! - (rumbling continues) - (Swift whimpering) Any ideas? Wait your journal! Maybe there's something in there! Where is it? I may have left it at school.
Ha! (grunts) Ha! (rumbling) The centaurs are coming! The herd is nigh! Ah! (both gasp) Wesley, I don't want to go out like this.
Not while we're still arguing.
Me neither.
I'm sorry about the journals! I just wanted to be a part of all this! I'm sorry, too.
I shouldn't have made you feel bad.
Yeah, I know it was silly, but this job isn't half as fun without you! (rumbling stops) Wait.
What happened? We were hugging, and then it just stopped.
(squawks) (both sigh) Ooh.
It appears this is a Va'taxian Vibra-Bird.
An alien species that responds to the emotional vibrations of those around them.
They left very detailed instructions which you obviously never read.
I skimmed! Responds to emotional vibrations So when we were fighting with each other, it was angry.
And it calmed down when we made up.
That makes perfect sense! And, hey, everyone's happy now.
Everyone is not happy.
But in the interests of avoiding another bird-quake (snoring softly) perhaps we should postpone this conversation.
Of all the nonsense I've put up with from you, this has to be the most aggressively irresponsible! You were expressly forbidden from revealing the secret of alien existence.
- I know, and - Do not interrupt me.
You gave me your word.
And then you told Wesley anyway.
So you've left me with no choice.
Wesley, I must wipe your mind.
Swifty, you can't! I'm ready.
Just leave me my fifth birthday! Oh, I was just bluffing.
We don't have mind-wipe technology.
This is just a box I keep interesting stones in.
Gabby: Is that a tooth? But I am still very upset! We get that.
And believe me We're both going to guard this secret like our lives depended on it.
Totally.
See that you do.
This is so awesome! The aliens of Havensburg are counting on us, Gabby! Us! Gah, I just wanna shove, like, a whole bowl of butterscotches in my mouth! I know, right? And somehow, with the journal stuff and the earthquake space chicken, no one else found out! "I know your secret.
" Oh, come on! Principal Swift: Next time on Gabby Duran and the Unsittables Gabby: What if someone really does know that aliens live here and it's all my fault? Definitely panic time.
Swift: You put all your alien friends in danger! Now they're messing with my family.
Nothing weird's happening.
(theme music playing) Man: Gorgeous!
The owners are on vacation in another galaxy, predpolaga se 4e trqbva da predpoloja on it for the next couple weeks.
But don't get too excited, it's not supposed to hatch or anything until they get back.
(egg cracking) - Oh, no.
- Oh, yes! Witnessing an alien birth? This is so high on my bucket list! Come on, little guy! You can do it! Push! Push! (squawking) Wow.
The miracle of life is (trills) super ugly.
Don't listen to her, buddy.
You're adorable! I'm gonna name you Wesley Jr.
(theme song playing) Oh, yeah I do normal like a fish rides a bicycle Fit in like summer and an icicle Don't fight it, just be an original Ooh, ooh, ooh I roller skate outside the lines When I try to stay in, it's no surprise It's a fail, it's okay, I'm one of a kind One of a, one of a kind So anytime I feel some type of way Don't understand the human race So what, so what, so what I do my thing, I do my thing You do your thing, You do your thing When we don't fit in We stand out in the crowd and we shout it loud I do my thing, I do my thing I'm the one and only, I'm the one and only Don't try to fit in, Don't try to fit in Mm-hmm, I do my thing (squawking) Gabby: Hey, buddy, who's your favorite baby-sitter.
(pulsing) Whoa, what was that? I'm not sure, but I have an idea.
Try petting him.
Oh-Kay (pulsing, rumbling) Yup, just like I thought.
It looks like Wesley Jr.
emits strong vibrational energy when he gets upset.
Don't you, guy? (cooing) Alien earthquake bird? I guess we gotta keep it happy then! Also how dare you like Wesley more than me! (Scoffs) (cooing) The night is all about you Just go on and have what you want And do anything that you'd like to Oh, you don't even have to stop, no Set the world on fire (pulsing, rumbling) So do whatever you like It's your right (pulsing, rumbling stops) You got the stars in your eyes Let them shine And set the world on fire Light up the sky (snoring softly) All right, a little shading on the beak there.
Oh, that's nice.
- Wesley, you have outdone yourself.
- (door opens) (door closes) (sighs) I don't know what's worse: Getting puked on by an alien bird or having to wear this shirt.
- What you working on? - Check it out.
I've been working on a field journal with everything we've learned so far about aliens.
Oh-Kay.
You realize we have to burn this, right? What? No! Why? Because this alien stuff is top secret, Wes! What if someone found this? Or what if Swift found out I told you? I could lose my job! Is this all there is? Yes and no.
Yes, this is all there is of this journal.
Wes There's two more.
(music playing on laptop) I do not get it.
- You don't get what? - Nothing.
Just a guy on the street saw me and said he didn't like my Dina Duran human interest segments on the news.
Who cares what he thinks? It's just one guy, right? Well when I said, "On the street," I meant, "In my office.
" And when I said, "One guy," - I really meant, "My boss.
" - Olivia: Oh.
- That's bad.
- Dina: Yeah.
The ratings for my segments haven't been great.
And if I can't figure out why my feel-good pieces are making people feel bad, I might get cancelled.
Ooh! Can I help? I love solving work problems.
They're so much weightier and more complex than school problems.
Actually, I could really use an outside opinion.
Yes! I hope you're ready for some loving-but-honest criticism! Okay.
Trust me this is for the best.
Do we have to? I put a lot of work into these.
Every alien experience, every story you ever told me All the more reason we have to get rid of it! Now where are your matches? Huh? Nope.
Can't do it.
Hey! Give me those! - I won't show anyone! - I can't risk it! You're forgetting: I'm a little bigger than you.
You're forgetting: I fight dirty.
Whoa! - (screaming) - (Wesley grunting) - Give me those! - No! They're my journals! (both grunting) I'm the one who babysits aliens, it's my decision! Stop freaking out! No one's gonna find out! Man: Find out about what? Hey.
Mr.
and Mrs.
, uh, Wesley's parents.
There you are! What happened with your parents? Bah! Don't worry about it.
My parents don't think the aliens are real.
But they do think that I think they're real.
So I've got an appointment with the school guidance counselor this afternoon to discuss my "cry for help.
" Wes, this is bad.
I know.
Terry keeps a big bowl of butterscotch candies on his desk, and I have, like, zero self-control No! Now another person is gonna see the journal! You really screwed this up! Me? This is your fault, you know! No one would have found anything if you hadn't tried to make me destroy my life's work.
Well, then you shouldn't have been keeping journals in the first place! You know what? I'm starting to think you shouldn't help me babysit anymore.
Well, you know what? I'm starting to think I shouldn't help you babysit anymore! - I just said that! - I just said that! Wesley Jr.
likes me more than you.
(gasps) How dare you! Your parents are very worried.
And looking at some of these pages, I'd have to agree.
These images are somewhat disturbing.
They are? Just in the drawing skill.
You're 13.
You really should be a better artist.
So, Wesley.
These "Gor-Mons" you imagine.
Do they talk to you or What? No, they don't talk to me.
It's all make-believe.
Kinda like your own imaginary fantasy world.
Exactly! Well, I can relate to that.
I, too, enjoy the world of pretend.
Only for me, it's a vaguely medieval realm where I'm called Prince Terry and I rule a kingdom of centaurs.
You know, people-horses? (horse neighs) Cool.
(gasping) Terry: Wesley, you seem just fine to me.
I see no reason why we need to Okay, Terry, I'll take over from here.
Principal Swift.
This isn't your jurisdiction.
I was just dismissing young Wesley here And I was just remembering when you and your dress-up buddies used the school gymnasium for an unauthorized people-horse battle.
(horse neighs) Good luck to you! (ominous music plays) (breathing heavily) So, Wesley.
- Let's talk, shall we? - Wesley: Sure.
Hey, here's a topic: You ever notice how "flammable" and "inflammable" mean the same thing? That's weird.
(chuckles nervously) Here's another topic: Aliens and what you know about them.
(swallows audibly) Dina: (on laptop) So if you need a new cat groomer, you paws-itively can't go wrong.
For Local 6, I'm Dina Duran.
And the ball's in your court.
So if you're looking for a fun afternoon, park yourself at the park.
For Local 6, I'm Dina Duran.
And the ball's in your court.
So it turns out the smell was just a lot of squirrels.
For Local 6, I'm Dina Duran.
And the ball's in your court.
See? Look, they're great! - Uh, no.
- No? "The ball's in your court"? What ball? Whose court? I say this with all the love I can: That's straight trash.
Okay.
So it's the sign-off.
Okay, mija.
We have to come up with something new.
Um how about this? I'm Dina Duran.
And that's the ticket.
I thought you were going to take this seriously.
(sighs) "Everything's fine, Terry's got butterscotch.
" It's like he's trying to get me found (squawking) out.
Whoa.
Wesley Jr.
? - (squawks) - You grew up quick.
(thud) (crashes) Hey, would you cool it? The neighbors are gonna complain and then what am I gonna say? (squawking, pulsing) Okay, let's just, uh, find something you like.
You like songs? (clears throat) Go to sleep, giant bird And stop shaking the house (screeches) I liked you so much better when you were an egg.
You weren't like this yesterday for me and Wes You miss Wes.
Where did you get your info for this journal of yours? I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do.
And we're not leaving this school until you tell me.
I have got all day.
My life is quite empty.
Shall we begin? Okay, Wesley.
It's been an hour.
Let's up the ante, shall we? (chuckles) Don't mind me, I'm just going to set down this steaming hot plate of fettuccine Alfredo.
I'm not hungry.
I just had a bunch of butterscotches.
It's not for you.
It's for me.
To eat in front of you, slowly and loudly.
Mmm.
(slurps) Mmm Oh! Mmm.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
You're a monster.
Just tell me what you know, and all of this goes away.
(evil laughter) - (pulsing) - Hey, little guy.
I'm your buddy, Wesley.
Look, I'm wearing my coat.
Remember what great pals we are? Why don't you just sit down and we'll figure out how to (screeches) Okay, fine.
I'm not Wesley.
I know that! But Wesley did a very dumb thing and so he can't be here anymore! So, sorry, but he isn't coming! All right? So just chill the heck out! - (screeching) - (pulsing, rumbling) - (glass shattering) - (gasping) (pulsing, rumbling continue) (screeching) I'm sorry I yelled at you, but will you just stop already? Ah! I've got to get Wesley.
She clearly told you something.
If you want to save yourself, just tell me what Gabby told you, and you can go home.
I don't think I know any Gabbys.
(sighs) Also, you have a bit of Alfredo sauce on your jacket there.
Guh! Ooh! I had hoped I wouldn't have to resort to this Please tell me, Wesley! I just really need you to tell me what you know! (crying) Come on, it'll be okay.
Why can't I break you? You're a child! (continues crying) (sighs) Well, that's just perfect.
Okay, yes! Wesley obviously told you all about how he's been helping me babysit aliens.
And now you're crying because you trusted me and I betrayed that trust.
I get it.
But right now, we've got bigger problems.
He's been what? I didn't tell him anything.
Wait.
You didn't? He didn't.
I ate a big plate of fettuccine Alfredo for nothing.
But now that I know There'll be plenty of time for you to yell at me later.
But right now, we've got an alien earthquake bird that's about to level a neighborhood.
Wesley Jr.
won't calm down, and I know you're probably the only person he'll listen to.
Will you help me? For Wesley Jr.
? Let's ride.
No.
Let's fly.
I'm Dina Duran, your number one fan! And boom goes the Dina-mite! That's what's for Dina.
I'm your fave-ensburg in Havensburg.
A.
K.
A.
the Duran-tula.
(rips paper) - (rumbling) - (car alarm blaring) (squawking) (pulsing, rumbling continue) Oh! - (Gabby screams) - It's worse than I thought.
This, combined with many other valid reasons, is why I hate birds! (screeching) See if it'll listen to you! Hey there, buddy! It's me, your papa! Probably not the time, but it's super creepy that you call yourself that! (screeching) How about some funny faces? Brr! Brr! Step aside.
I'll establish dominance.
Caw caw! - (screeching continues) - Caw caw! Caw caw! (all gasp) - (Swift grunts) - (Gabby screams) We need to find cover! Wesley: Come on.
Gabby: Quick! Into the bathroom.
(screeching) (screams) Sorry, Mom.
We tried.
Or I tried at least.
Oh well (sighs) I guess I'm stuck with the world's worst sign-off.
(rumbling) Whoa, what's that shaking? (angelic music plays) I'm Dina Duran Both: And that's what's shakin'! Yes! It's quippy, it's fun, and it doesn't make me embarrassed to be your daughter! Yeah, it's the perfect sign-off! Where's Gabby? She's definitely gonna want to hear about this! - (rumbling continues) - (Swift whimpering) Any ideas? Wait your journal! Maybe there's something in there! Where is it? I may have left it at school.
Ha! (grunts) Ha! (rumbling) The centaurs are coming! The herd is nigh! Ah! (both gasp) Wesley, I don't want to go out like this.
Not while we're still arguing.
Me neither.
I'm sorry about the journals! I just wanted to be a part of all this! I'm sorry, too.
I shouldn't have made you feel bad.
Yeah, I know it was silly, but this job isn't half as fun without you! (rumbling stops) Wait.
What happened? We were hugging, and then it just stopped.
(squawks) (both sigh) Ooh.
It appears this is a Va'taxian Vibra-Bird.
An alien species that responds to the emotional vibrations of those around them.
They left very detailed instructions which you obviously never read.
I skimmed! Responds to emotional vibrations So when we were fighting with each other, it was angry.
And it calmed down when we made up.
That makes perfect sense! And, hey, everyone's happy now.
Everyone is not happy.
But in the interests of avoiding another bird-quake (snoring softly) perhaps we should postpone this conversation.
Of all the nonsense I've put up with from you, this has to be the most aggressively irresponsible! You were expressly forbidden from revealing the secret of alien existence.
- I know, and - Do not interrupt me.
You gave me your word.
And then you told Wesley anyway.
So you've left me with no choice.
Wesley, I must wipe your mind.
Swifty, you can't! I'm ready.
Just leave me my fifth birthday! Oh, I was just bluffing.
We don't have mind-wipe technology.
This is just a box I keep interesting stones in.
Gabby: Is that a tooth? But I am still very upset! We get that.
And believe me We're both going to guard this secret like our lives depended on it.
Totally.
See that you do.
This is so awesome! The aliens of Havensburg are counting on us, Gabby! Us! Gah, I just wanna shove, like, a whole bowl of butterscotches in my mouth! I know, right? And somehow, with the journal stuff and the earthquake space chicken, no one else found out! "I know your secret.
" Oh, come on! Principal Swift: Next time on Gabby Duran and the Unsittables Gabby: What if someone really does know that aliens live here and it's all my fault? Definitely panic time.
Swift: You put all your alien friends in danger! Now they're messing with my family.
Nothing weird's happening.
(theme music playing) Man: Gorgeous!