Harvey Beaks (2015) s01e18 Episode Script

1 [cheerful music.]
Harvey Harvey Harvey [doorbell rings.]
both: Hi, Mr.
Beaks! - Hey, hey, you, too.
Harvey, the twins are here! - Ooh.
Thank you for having us.
We brought you a gift.
- Help.
- Oh, well.
Thank you.
All right.
I'm just going to put that back outside.
- You guys ready for family game night? - Heck yeah.
Just so long as we're not playing-- - 17th-Century Provincial Haunted Yam Harvest! [upbeat music.]
- Ugh.
I hate that stupid yam game.
- You don't like 17th-Century Provincial Haunted Y-- - No.
You and your mom are like crazy yam farming geniuses.
You guys always win, and me and Foo never even have a chance.
- But yam farming isn't about winning, Fee.
It's about spending quality time together.
It's about having fun.
- Well, it's not fun if you always lose.
- I know, how about you team up with my mom this time? - Getting pumped for yams.
- Ooh.
- And I'll team up with my dad.
- Oh! Owie-owie! Owie-owie! The cookie tray's too hot! Wait, son, did you just say you want me on your team? Are you sure? I mean, you know, I've never played before.
I always had to hand out the snacks and hold your mother back from flipping the table over.
- Yeah, it'll be fun.
Mom, are you okay if we change up the teams? - Sure, sweetie.
We will conquer.
- Oh boy, okay.
Just wait here.
I've got something for you.
I bought this when you were a baby just knowing that someday we'll be able to use them together.
- Whoa, Team Cool Guyz? Oh, thanks, Dad! - Sit.
All right.
Let's review the rules, not that I personally need to hear them because I am the best and I will win this game.
- Whoa, she's so powerful.
- Okay, pops.
It's simple.
We've just got to harvest as many yams as possible on our way to the mountaintop, which holds the ultimate farm treasure: the Golden Yam.
- Amen.
- Sounds simple enough.
- But don't forget, you got to level up your yam farmer with the boom boom beans after every moon cycle.
- The--the boom boom what? - Oh, yeah.
You've just got to draw a harvest card to [voice turns to gibberish.]
- Uh - [speaking gibberish.]
[both speaking gibberish.]
- Hmm.
This game sure is confusing.
I sure am hungry thanks to all this yam talk.
[chuckles.]
More like, "I sure yam hungry.
" - Okay.
Ready, dad? - Huh, what? - Are you ready to play? - Oh, I sure yam, bud.
- Okay, great! - Team Cool Guyz.
I have no idea how to play this game.
- Let's destroy them.
- Like yams to the slaughter.
- All right Let's slam And welcome to the yams - Okay, here we go.
Whoa.
- Dad, you got a double sickle.
That means we got another turn.
- Oh, well.
That's good, right? Another turn, that's good.
- Yeah.
At this rate, soon we'll be starting the spookening of the tubers.
You hear that? Spookening of the tubers! - Oh, yeah? Well, I got your tubers right here! - Yeah! - Mom, inappropriate.
All right, my roll.
Yes! Another double sickle.
And I get to draw a harvest card.
Awesome.
We can level up our cottage.
All right, Dad.
Your roll again.
- Aww, come on.
- Hmm, you know, I think I'll let the other guys have this turn.
- Wait, what? Dad, what are you doing? - Oh, I feel kind of bad.
We've already gotten such a head start, and they haven't even had a turn yet.
Here, Fee, why don't you roll? - Thanks, Mister Beaks.
- Ah, no.
They got the jewel encrusted shovel.
Now, they'll harvest yams twice as fast.
- Oh, wow.
Good for them.
[thunder clapping.]
[thunder clapping.]
[growls.]
Oh, man.
This is so much fun.
- Uh, yeah.
Fun.
- It's our turn.
Right, bud? Because I've been aching to use this plague medallion.
- Wait, dad.
No! You can't play that yet.
- Why not? - Because they just set up their enchanted mirror.
It'll reflect all of our attacks back at us.
- Wow.
This game sure is exciting.
- [chuckles.]
Yeah, you know, it's even more exciting when we use strategy to, you know, play the game correctly.
- Yeah, sorry, bud.
It's just hard to remember all these rules.
It's like trying to remember when your mom wants me to talk about things or when she just needs me to be quiet.
- Aww, Dad.
It isn't that hard.
Let me show you.
Bam! - Oh, yay! - What? - Harvey's about to sing his little yam song.
- This is a little something I like to call "The Yanthem.
" - Ooh.
- You plant the yam seed into the ground both: Ooh ooh - Then use your Rainstorm card to make the rain come down And if the zombies come, just cast a spell both: Ooh ooh - If you roll all The right dice then you can send them to-- - Harvey! - What? I was just going to say you can send them to your opponent's side.
- Oh, oh, okay.
Carry on.
- Here's the secret to yam success Upgrade your farming tools Give them some zest When the harvest comes, gather all that you've earned The golden yam's as good as ours Okay, Dad, it's your turn - I'll plant the yam seed into the ground - Dad, that's not a seed.
You used a haunted crystal! Aah, there's ghosts everywhere! - Well, I guess I better cast a spell - What? No, wait, Dad! You're gonna-- Aah! Everything's burning! - Here, I'll roll the dice - No, we're covered in spiders.
- Hey, you're covered in spiders.
- I'm well aware.
Oh, yams.
Aw, it's all ruined.
- Wow, what a game.
- Please excuse me for a moment.
I need a break.
Hey, Sis.
Mind if I pop a squat? Things are not going so well in there.
I mean, I love dad.
He's great.
.
[sucks on straw.]
But that man does not know a yam from a sweet potato.
- Hey, Harvey.
Guess what? - Were back in the lead? - Oh, I don't know.
I doubt it, but check this out.
I stacked all of the dice on top of each other.
It was hard to do, but I did it.
Whoops.
Anyways, I'll see you back out there, Cool Guy.
- I'll never be the yampion with dad on my team.
My only hope of winning is if I can switch teams, but that's not even possible.
Wait, maybe it is.
Thanks for the talk, Sis.
- Hey, pal.
It's our turn again.
- Also, we ate all your yams, suckers.
- Except for me because I'm allergic.
- Oh, they're not really yams, sweetie.
- I don't mess around.
- Okay.
Time for me to draw my card.
Here I go.
I am picking up the card.
I am now going to reveal the card.
Whoopsies.
I have dropped it on the ground.
I have dropped it on the ground.
- Is there normally this much shouting? - No, he's usually very reverent about yam farming.
- I'm never reverent.
- I shall pick up the card now.
Here is the card which I dropped.
I shall read it now.
Thank you.
Oh, wow.
It says I get to switch teams.
- What? - Excuse me.
Pardon me.
- Oh actually, I should go check on the rest of those cookies out on the porch.
You guys have fun.
[door opens and closes.]
- Dude, why did you write that fake card? - What? How did you know? - I don't understand, Harvey.
Why would you do this? Your dad was so excited to be on a team with you.
- I didn't mean to hurt dad's feelings.
It's just not really fun to play when you're-- - Losing? - [sighs.]
Please excuse me.
I also need to go check on those cookies on the porch.
Dad? - Oh, hey, son.
[sniffles.]
[clears throat.]
- Dad, I-- - No, Son, it's all right.
I know you love this game, and I know I'm not very good at it.
- I just drew another card.
I think you should read it.
- I'm an idiot.
Wait, is this directed at me or you? I mean, am I the idiot or-- - No.
It's me, Dad.
Look, sometimes when you plant a yam, that yam grows up and decides to switch teams with its dad, and then, before you realize it, that little yam just becomes void of nutrients, you know? - Yeah.
I think I do.
- I love 17th-Century Provincial Haunted Yam Harvest, but I love you more.
- Aw.
Thank you, Son.
I love you, too.
Now, let's get back in there.
We can still win.
- No, we can't! That doesn't matter.
We're back.
Oh, yeah.
Our farm is still on fire.
- Yes! Yeah! In your faces! [both laughing.]
- Dad turned us into yam jelly with our last potion.
- Yep, I did.
[both laughing.]
- I'm jelly.
- Oh, man.
That was so much fun.
Can we play again? - Sure.
Do you want to switch teams, Harvey? - No way.
I want to keep playing on Team Cool Guyz.
[laughter.]
- Hey, I guess that's the end.
[cheerful music.]