Pretty Freekin Scary (2023) s01e15 Episode Script

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Nyx, I figured out
the beginning of our
best-friend handshake.
You know how I feel about
this handshake thing, right?
I do.
And as my best friend,
you know how I feel
about this handshake thing, right?
I do.
Fine.
Okay, it's just
boom, boom, boom, boom.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. Got it.
Wanna put it all together?
Do I have a choice?
No, you do not.
And a five, six, seven, eight.
He-ha, he-ha, he-ha!
We did it.
Celebratory handshake?
You're treading on thin ice.
You know, I, uh
I love me a trendy handshake,
but it's time to get to class.
Sorry, Mr. A.
We just couldn't contain ourselves.
Oh, trust me. I get it.
I have a best-friend handshake
with my terrier, Wonton.
Just get to class.
Yep, we're going
back to the city in two weeks.
It'll be really good for Nyx.
She misses it so much.
Yeah, I'm already packing our stuff.
No, Nyx doesn't know yet.
Don't tell her.
I think I'm moving.
Where are you going?
Just kidding. I don't care.
Oh, Frankie.
I just overheard my mom on the phone.
I think we're moving back to the city.
What? But you can't be moving.
We just became best friends,
and we just finalized our handshake.
Everyone knows you can't leave
after a finalized best-friend handshake.
It's in the BFF handbook.
The worst part is
my mom hasn't even told me yet.
I used to talk about
wanting to go back to the city.
But, obviously,
I don't feel that way anymore.
Snickering Willows
has grown on me, like a fungus.
But a good fungus, like mushrooms.
Okay, okay, okay.
But I mean, are you sure?
What exactly did you hear?
She said we're leaving in two weeks.
She already started packing.
All right. Let's just take a beat
and think about this rationally.
Totally.
Who are we kidding?
We can't be rational
at a time like this.
I know.
Meet me at my house after school.
We will come up with a plan, I promise.
Great. After school. Plan. Love it.
Pretty, Scary,
as you know, it's your turn
to take home
the class guinea pig, Butterball,
for the next few days
to learn about responsibility.
Yes! We're so excited
to be guinea pig parents.
It's a dream come true. Right, Scary?
I have bigger dreams, but okay.
And I'm dreaming of my microwave
mac and cheese. So, let's do this.
I'm so nervous.
I don't know if I'm ready to take care
of a living, breathing thing.
It's a hamster. How hard can it be?
She's a guinea pig!
And Butterball will complete our family.
We're not a family, we're pig-sitting.
All we have to do
is keep it alive for two days.
We should plan some activities.
Let's see.
We could start the morning with yoga,
followed by an hour
of soothing classical music,
and then 30 minutes for cuddle time.
Here's an activity.
Feed it some lettuce
and move on with our lives.
Come on, Scary.
You can't tell me
you don't think Butterball is cute.
Yes, I can.
And I can also tell you that
ball of butter just pooped in your hand.
Aw.
We're bonding.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
So, the same week Old Man Snickering
launches a hot-pink Schmeat jerky,
there are sightings of a hot-pink cat
wandering the neighborhood?
Coincidence? Oh, I think not.
If I was a hot-pink cat, I'd never hide.
I'd prance around like
I was in a musical.
They should make
a musical about cats!
What's that?
Alien invasion!
Don't let them take me.
They always go for the cute ones.
It could be a Snickering sneak attack.
Why are you
always so quick to dismiss aliens?
Oh, get inside.
Okay, we're safe.
Are we, Remy? Are we?
Hi, I'm Lily.
I live six houses over,
and I'm here to collect my drone.
It crashed in your yard.
I'm Remy. This is Carson.
That's your drone?
Yeah. I was experimenting
with how long
it could fly before losing power,
and now I know.
Seventeen hours.
Sleep is for babies.
Whoa.
What's all that?
"A three-eyed fish? What's in Schmeat?"
There's
a hot-pink cat on the loose?
That's for S.W.E.A.T.I. eyes only.
Sweaty eyes?
You should probably get that looked at.
No. S.W.E.A.T.I.
Snickering Willows Eerie
and/or Alien Tween Investigators.
You had me at "alien."
See, she gets me.
I want in.
That's quite forward of you,
but I ain't mad at it.
Please hold.
She's too young to join S.W.E.A.T.I.
And we don't have time
to babysit a newbie.
She does have that drone.
But we have some serious
top-secret info,
and she can't handle the truth!
But also the drone.
Or we could offer her
a junior membership
in exchange for the use of her drone.
We'd like to offer you a
Junior membership? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Your quiet voices
are basically loud screams,
but I'm in.
Yes! S.W.E.A.T.I.'s got a drone.
And a drone!
Oh, you said that.
I'm here to rationally discuss the fact
that I am moving.
Okay.
Where is my freaking-out bestie
and what did you do with her?
She went for a walk,
listened to some calming heavy metal,
and drank
a deliciously-soothing chamomile boba.
It's given me a brand-new perspective.
It's all going to be okay.
Oh, who am I kidding!
It's not going to be okay.
And she's back.
But you had a point.
We do need to think
about this rationally.
I'm listening.
I mean, you only caught,
like, five words
of a one-sided phone call
from a hallway.
That can be about anything.
Has your mom even mentioned
moving to you?
No. You're right.
I'm probably just overreacting.
Man, this
roller-coaster ride of emotions
is making me hungry.
Want a snack?
Yes.
But first, I need to pee.
I drank a lot of calming tea.
Oh, wow.
Yes, this is big news.
I know how much
you and Nyx miss the city.
When is this happening?
Oh, that's so soon.
No, don't worry.
I won't say anything to Frankie
until you tell Nyx.
Yeah. Yes.
See? I wasn't overreacting.
If anything, I was underreacting.
Time to add crying to our BFF handshake.
Well, we can be calm about this
or we can freak out.
I vote freak out.
Teenagers. Am I right?
The one banging on the piano's
gonna be my girlfriend.
Well, I feel slightly better.
Me, too.
I don't know
what game you're playing,
but you have some serious
cleaning up to do.
Whoa, this drone is amazing.
I know!
Wait. Is that
Dio eating a meatball sandwich
under the water tower?
Hi, Dio. Save a bite for me.
He can't hear you.
That sub looked good.
Excuse me?
Hey, think we could take
a break from electronics
and try to solve a hot-pink cat mystery?
We could start
by talking to the neighbors.
Why talk to people when we have a drone?
Yeah, we're in the drone zone.
Well, if you're
just gonna play games all day,
maybe I'll go do some
real investigating.
Great idea.
That's your first assignment.
Whoa, check it out!
The tops of trees
look like the tops of trees.
Yeah.
Don't look at me like that.
Fine.
But don't tell Pretty.
Snitches get stitches.
Um, this doesn't
look like a healthy dinner to me.
Guinea pigs survive
on a balanced diet of lettuce,
carrots, and more carrots.
Isn't that right, Butterball?
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
- Did you see that?
- See what?
She's shivering. I think she's cold.
Should I knit her a sweater?
Should we move to Florida?
We should get her a fur coat.
Oh, good idea.
She's a guinea pig.
She's already got a fur coat.
I think you've lost it.
Not that I care, but you should
let Butterball have some fun.
All she does is sit
in that cage all day.
And when she's bored,
she hops on that wheel for a run,
only to find out
she's running to nowhere.
Hardly.
It's like a fun run that never ends.
See?
Congratulations.
You're now a guinea pig.
Hey, Nyx. I made us
these best-friend T-shirts
so when you move,
everyone will know you're already taken.
That's really sweet of you. Thank you.
- Put it on!
- Okay.
Oh. Switch places.
Maybe if you do a handstand?
Let's stick with the handshake.
Fair.
Have you even talked to your mom yet?
No. Honestly,
I'm kinda scared of hearing the truth.
Nyx, just tell her how you feel.
I bet once she knows
you don't wanna go back to the city,
she won't make you move.
Yeah. I guess it's worth a shot.
Oh, I'm truly touched.
You want to be best friends.
Victor, you're out.
Hey, Mom, I need to talk to you
about something.
Sure, kiddo. What's up?
Actually, is there anything
you wanna talk to me about first?
Something big that would affect my life
in a very big way?
Wait, do you know? How do you know?
I overheard you.
You did?
I'm sorry.
I should've come to you first,
but I thought you'd love it.
You thought I'd love it?
Seriously?
Wait. I'm trying something new
with the morning announcements.
Here goes nothing.
My name is Peppers and I'm here to say
I hope y'all have a very nice day.
DJ Pepper's in the hizzy, hizzy house.
Oh.
I know what I'm doing
for the talent show.
We logged a lot of hours on this bench.
Scrolling on our phones
and people-watching.
Although you were mostly Erlic-watching.
Yeah, because Grim told me to.
And he's cute.
Gosh. I'm gonna miss you
dodging questions about Erlic.
You're my best friend.
Aw. Same.
You know, I don't let
many people in my circle,
and now that I've let you in,
I'm gonna lose you.
Did you try to talk your mom out of it?
I tried,
but she basically just confirmed
what we already knew.
Then she started doing a cringy rap.
And there's no way she plans to stay
in Snickering Willows after that.
Yeah. Your mom needs to drop the mic.
Literally.
So, I guess that's it. I'm moving.
But while I'm still here,
I might as well drop a few truths.
Ms. Hendricks, you've been staring
at Mr. Aston for forever.
Just do something about it already.
Oh. He is dreamy, isn't he?
And he has a dog named Wonton.
Oh, I have a cat named Dumpling.
Just one cat?
- You're perfect for each other.
- Oh.
Oh, my God.
Whoa, your neighbor's driving
on the wrong side of the road again.
Take the man out of England,
but you can't
take the England out of the man.
I solved the case, ding-dongs.
- What?
- You did?
Oh.
Oops.
I'll deal with you later.
Ooh!
Amazing. I know.
Exhibit A, the hot-pink cat.
The most beautiful of felines,
proved to be a challenge for a moment,
but in the end,
no match for one Lily Chang.
Wow. She really knows
how to handle a pointer.
First, I put cans of tuna
on every street corner
from here
to Snickering's Finest Factory.
Many cats came out to play,
but none hot pink.
So, I took a trip
to Dr. Fox's veterinarian office.
He hadn't seen the cat,
but his secretary said that the only
hot-pink hair she'd seen around town
was on Mrs. Rosenberg's head.
- Oh!
- I don't get it.
Me, either.
Leaving no clue unturned,
I went to Mrs. Rosenberg's house.
When she answered the door,
I said, "Stunning hair.
"Do you know of any cats
with that same look?"
And you know what she said?
No. What?
She dyed her cat's hair
to match her own,
because hot pink's her favorite color.
So, no.
The hot-pink cat has nothing to do
with Snickering's new Schmeat products.
But rather a cat lady
with a love for hot-pink hair.
Boom, mystery solved.
That thing collapses?
Oh, yeah. His legs aren't
supposed to bend like that.
Butterball can't watch this.
It isn't rated "G" for guinea pig.
It's rated "O" for "Oh, no,
there's someone behind you."
You're gonna get Butterball
worked up before bedtime.
Bedtime? It's only 7:30.
She needs at least
a half an hour for bath and bubbles.
Have you lost your mind?
It's a guinea pig.
We shouldn't fight in front of her.
Fine.
Sleep tight, Butterball.
I'll give you all the gory details
in the morning.
If she has nightmares, you're getting up
in the middle of the night.
Change of plans.
I'm moving in.
We're gonna be roomies.
We'll share clothes,
nail polish, skin products.
Don't you need to ask your parents?
Nah, they took in
two "foreign exchange students."
What's one more?
Great. And I promise,
I won't be in anyone's way.
I'll go get the air mattress.
Uh, actually, I have a bad back.
Well, then I'll take the air mattress.
I'm not gonna make you give up your bed.
Then we can sleep in the bed together.
Great, but I do steal the covers.
Hmm. I am kinda kicky.
What if we got bunk beds?
I'm afraid of heights.
Me, too.
This isn't gonna work, is it?
I don't think so.
So, I guess I'm really moving.
What's gonna happen to us?
I don't know.
So, how's your day?
What are you having for lunch?
PB and J. You?
Uh, some type of loaf.
It's either meat or carpet.
I miss you.
Me, too.
This stinks.
Even worse than this loaf.
Is this really how it's gonna be?
I guess so.
Well, let's just get this over with.
I'm gonna tell my mom
I'm ready to leave.
Goodbye, Frankie Ripp.
It's been real.
I'm gonna miss her dramatic exits.
Well, you kept her alive.
So, great job.
Goodbye, Butterball.
Remember to eat your greens,
wash behind your ears,
and no carrots after midnight.
Papa needs some me time.
Well, catch you on the flip, furball.
Hmm.
Uh, for this to work, you gotta let go.
Who am I kidding? I can't let her go.
I'm gonna miss those black, beady eyes,
your weird tail nub
and disgusting lettuce burps.
Promise you'll never forget me.
Well, their memories
are, like, five seconds long,
but, uh, sure, she'll never forget ya.
Hey.
That wasn't a happy "hey."
What's going on?
I'm just really sad about Nyx moving.
I know what it's like to say goodbye
to someone you care about.
If I've learned anything
the last few days,
it's that relationships are precious.
When you love someone,
scream it from the rooftops.
You're right.
So, I couldn't find my mom.
Well, that's okay,
because I've got something
I gotta get off my chest.
You could just tell me down here.
I am not gonna stop being your friend,
Nyx Geraldine Peppers.
Not my middle name.
Whether we live one mile apart
or 5,000 miles,
I will find a way to make this work
because I've loved this friendship
since the day it began.
And I will not let it die.
Not now, not ever.
Not while there is breath in my body
or beats in my heart.
What is going on in here?
Frankie, why are you on a chair?
I'll tell you why.
Oh, now you're on a chair?
Yes, because I don't wanna move.
- Nyx
- Let me finish, Mom.
I have to get this out.
When we first moved
to Snickering Willows,
I was like, "What is this place?
"Who are these people?"
And then, I met a girl
who came back from the dead,
and I was like,
"Okay. Now that's interesting."
And this girl right here,
Frankie Delano Ripp.
Not my middle name.
She is the best friend I've ever had.
Sure, she may be
annoyingly positive sometimes
with silly interests, like smiling.
But I like her,
so I don't wanna move.
I want to stay right here
with my best friend.
Love wins.
Jinxed.
Well, that's great
because we're not moving.
What?
We're not moving.
But I overheard you saying we're going
back to the city in two weeks.
And we heard my mom
talking to you about it.
Yeah, we were talking about a trip
I'm planning for us back to the city,
and I invited Frankie and her mom, too.
We're making it
a fun surprise girls' trip.
Surprise.
- You're not moving!
- I'm not moving!
Great, now we can be friends.
Yeah.
Just kidding. Never gonna happen.
I deserved that.
If you thought we were moving,
why didn't you just come talk to me?
I tried.
But then you rapped, and it scared me.
It scared me, too.
Where is she?
Lily's too good to lose now.
We've gotta lock her down.
Offer her the full S.W.E.A.T.I. package.
Headband, T-shirt, bowling ball.
We have a S.W.E.A.T.I. bowling ball?
You'll only get one if you solve a case.
Oh. Well,
then I definitely don't have one.
Lily, great to see you.
And great work the other day.
In fact, we'd love to offer you
the full S.W.E.A.T.I. membership.
With all due respect,
pass.
Harsh.
After I left here yesterday,
I've realized I'm the one
with the equipment, the smarts,
and, quite honestly, the swagger.
Well, she's not wrong.
So, I'm going to form my own group.
S.W.I.G.I.
S.W.I.G.I.?
Snickering Willows
Investigative Group. Inc.
You're incorporated?
Yes, and I'm taking on junior members.
- Ooh!
- Carson.
Kidding!
I'll call you later.
And I'll show you my old neighborhood.
Oh, and my favorite coffee shop.
They can make
a decaf latte with your face on it.
Well, I can't wait to see it,
because I'm already packed.
Ooh, I'm already packed, too.
Girls' trip.
Girls' trip, girls' trip,
girls' trip, girls' trip.
Girls' trip.
I'm really glad you're not moving.
Me, too.
Wanna celebrate
with our best-friend handshake?
You know I do.
Seems like I've known you forever
But there's still so much to know
Rosario
Rosario