Punky Brewster (1984) s01e20 Episode Script
Gals and Dolls
Maybe the world is blind, or just a little unkind.
Don't know.
Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.
Although, you may be lonely, and then one day you're smiling again.
Every time I turn around, I see the girl who turns my world around standing there.
Every time I turn around, her spirit's lifting me right off the ground.
What's gonna be? Guess we'll just wait and see.
Morning, Henry.
-Mrs.
Johnson, you just aged me 10 years.
-Well, who'd ever notice? How the little campers doing? -Still asleep.
-Well, let's wake 'em up.
I've got good news for the girls.
-Brandon, go wake up Punky.
A tornado! A tornado! -What happened? -Brandon got us up.
He's our alarm dog.
-Is it morning yet? -Yes, Margaux.
You can take off your blindfold.
-It's not a blindfold.
It's a sleeping mask.
Punky, do you have anymore Strizene cream? -What for? -My skin.
Mother says you're never too young to look young.
And it works too, because I'm eight and a half, and I don't look a day over seven.
-Good morning, ladies.
-Good morning, Mr.
Warnimont.
-Cherie, did you enjoy your sleepover? -It was great, grandma.
The only boring part was the sleeping.
-Yeah, we told ghost stories, played games, sang songs.
-I did a solo.
-And best part of all-- we became blood sisters.
-Yeah.
-Blood sisters? -Actually, ketchup sisters.
We used ketchup, because blood is too icky.
-Good decision.
-Want to see the secret ceremony? -Do we have a choice? -No.
-With this ketchup we are bound together, through all kinds of weather.
We'll be friends forever.
-That's beautiful.
-Now we're double ketchup sisters.
-We're bound together for life.
-That's right.
Ketchup is thicker than water.
-Mrs.
Kramer, do come in.
-Welcome to our humble abode.
-Well put.
Get dressed my petite Margaux.
It's time to say ciao to your little friends.
-Wait, girls.
I haven't told you the big news.
-What big news, grandma? -On the radio this morning, I heard that Dolly Land in Downtown Skokie just got in a shipment of Butter Lettuce Babies.
-Butter Lettuce Babies? Butter Lettuce Babies! -Calm down, girls.
- They always act like that when they hear the words "Butter Lettuce Babies.
" -Butter Lettuce Babies! Butter Lettuce Babies! -I have the same reaction when I hear the word "chinchilla.
" -I don't understand the attraction of these peculiar looking dolls.
-They're adorable.
And they're each different.
And you get to adopt them like real babies.
-You get to be their mommies.
-And anyone who is anyone simply must have one.
- Margaux, I don't have time to shop today.
I'll buy it for you tomorrow.
-But by tomorrow they'll be sold out.
If you don't get me one today, I'll just shrivel up and die.
-I'm sorry, sweetums, but it's simply impossible today.
I finally got an appointment with the most famous hairdresser in the Midwest.
-Mr.
Fredo? -That's right.
He's going to give me a Fredo original.
Nobody in the world will have a hairdo like mine.
-I'd be glad to go get all the girls dolls.
Yay! -But I can't.
The hospital has me on call.
-What are we going to do now? -We're dead.
-We can kiss those dolls goodbye.
-Unless-- - No, don't look at me.
-Why not? Because I can't get to Dolly Land.
Punky, you know my car's in the shop.
I'm sorry, girls.
If I had a car, I'd be glad to get to those dolls.
-Here, take mine.
-What? -I said that you could take my car.
-Yay! -Yippee! -Henry, here's the money for Cherie's doll.
-What? -Don't worry about the kids.
I'll stay with them.
-But-- -And you can drop me off on your way.
-But-- -Way to go, Henry! I knew you'd never let us down.
-Yay! -Hi, Mrs.
Johnson.
-What have you girls been doing? -Making up a list of all the Butter Lettuce stuff we want to buy.
I want the Butter Lettuce bassinet.
-I'm getting the Butter Lettuce pampers.
-And I want the Butter Lettuce condo.
-You got everything on that list but the Butter Lettuce kitchen sink.
-Nope, that's right here.
-That's Henry! -Mother, what happened to you? -It's my new look.
Tell me the truth, now.
What you think of Mr.
Fredo's creation? -Did he have time to finish it? -Maybe it is a little bit much.
The cab driver did refused to take a tip.
-He did? -Yes.
He said, forget it.
You're the best laugh I've had all week.
Yay! -Everybody back! You're as bad as those crazed mothers down in Dolly Land.
The heck happened to your head? -Henry, be a little sensitive.
She knows it looks awful.
Sorry.
-Henry, did you get our Butter Lettuce Babies? -Yeah? -Let me explain what happened.
Dolly Land was mobbed.
A man who cut into the line was body slammed to the pavement by a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Lionel Seto.
It took me an hour to get to the front of the line.
-But did you get our dolls? -Well, I could only get one.
-You only got one doll? -I'm afraid so.
This is a Dorinda May.
-She's beautiful.
-I love her.
-I want her so much.
-We have a serious problem here.
We have three children and one doll.
How do we decide this? -Well, we all want to be fair.
-Right.
-We all want to be mature.
-Right.
-Margaux gets it.
-Cherie gets it.
-Punky gets it.
-I don't think we're getting anywhere.
-Who's going to be Dorinda's mom? -There must be some way to decide.
-I know what to do.
Punky, hand me that writing pad.
I'll write each girl's name on a piece of paper, fold it up, and pick the winner out of my hat.
-Why your hat? -Because I'm the only one who has a hat.
-Who's going to be the one to pick the winning piece of paper.
-Well, the way we do it in bridge club, we take three thimbles-- it doesn't matter what color.
We take a candy red hot and put it under the thimble, then we mix them all up, and that's when we cut the deck of cards.
Now, if a one-eyed Jack comes up-- -Mrs.
Kramer, there must be an easier way to do this.
-How about if Brandon picks the winner? Brandon? -Yeah, he won't cheat.
He doesn't even care.
-Well, it sounds good to me.
Mrs.
Kramer? -I suppose it's a solution.
-Well, I'm glad that much is settled.
Come on, Brandon.
Now it's up to you.
Good dog.
-What's does it say? -It says Punky.
-Yippee! Thanks, Brandon.
-Let me see that paper.
-Punky, Dorinda May belongs to you.
Sorry we all didn't get dolls.
-Mother, I want to go home.
-Me too, grandma.
-I knew we shouldn't have used his hat.
-Or her dog.
This whole thing was rigged from start to finish.
-Wait a minute, Mrs.
Kramer.
-Mr.
Warnimont, you'll be hearing from my attorney.
I'll see you in court.
-And when she tells it to the judge, you'll lose, Henry.
As long as she covers up that hair.
Let's go, Cherie.
-Okay, Brandon, give me all your twos.
Never mind.
Even if you do have twos, I don't want them.
Okay, Dorinda, you give me all your twos.
What, I have to go fish? Are you sure you don't have any twos? Dorinda, you have three twos.
You can't win if you don't concentrate.
What am I going to do with you? -Punky, you enjoying your campout? -Yeah, We're pretending that there's a tornado outside our tent, and we're playing card to pass time away.
I don't want Dorinda to hear this, but she's an awful card player.
-Well, she's just a baby.
Maybe she'll get the hang of it if she sees you play with Cherie and Margaux.
-They don't want to play with us.
They've been ignoring me, Henry.
-Mrs.
Johnson, haven't seen you for days, come in.
-This is not a social visit, Henry.
I'm here to pay the rent.
- I never turn away anyone with money.
-But before I write my check, I want to show you my deductions.
-Deductions? -That's right.
I'm taking off $30 for the doll I never got.
-All right, all right.
-And I'm charging you half the price of that pepperoni pizza I brought down here last week.
- Then you owe me half the price of those doughnuts I bought on Friday.
You scarfed down all the jelly ones.
-Those doughnuts were day-old, and there's no way I'm paying full half-price.
-Fine, fine, just write the check.
-OK.
-Hi, you guys.
-Cherie, did you hear a voice? -Yeah, Punky's.
- Cherie.
.
I guess not.
-You guys want to play with me and Dorinda in our tent? -No.
We're going to get our ice cream.
-Ice cream? -Yeah, I'm getting rocky road, and she's getting fudge delight.
-Can Dorinda and I come? -Dorinda, you can come if you want to, but not if you bring your wicked stepmother.
-I'm not wicked.
I won Dorinda fair and square.
-Come on, Cherie.
Let's wait upstairs.
Just the two of us.
-Why are you guys treating me this way? I mean, we're supposed to be ketchup sisters.
We swore we'd be friends forever.
I guess ketchup isn't thicker than water after all.
-Shall we go, Cherie? -No.
Both you girls plant yourselves inside the tent.
Mrs.
Johnson and I are going to the kitchen to have a little chat.
Stay put.
There's a tornado coming.
Mrs.
Johnson, we're supposed to be an example for the children.
Now, if we can't get along, how can we expect them to get along? -You're right, Henry.
I'm sorry for the way I've been acting.
-I apologize too.
-Friends again? -Friends again.
Now, let's see if we can get our children back together again.
-We don't need ice cream.
Rocky road's bad for Dorinda's teeth, and fudge delight always upsets your stomach.
-Punky, how's it going? -Fine.
-Are you sure? -Absolutely.
Henry, it really hurts the way Margaux and Cherie are treating me.
I mean, I might expect it from Margaux, but Cherie's supposed to be my best friend.
-Why don't you go to them and tell them how you feel? -Why should I go to them? They're the ones being mean.
-Somebody has to make the first move.
-But it's not my fault.
-Sometimes it doesn't matter who's fault it is.
There are other things are more important.
-Like what? -Like friendship.
-Well, I do miss Cherie, and I almost miss Margaux.
But they don't want to be around me.
I don't want to be around them either.
-Do you hear something? -No.
-It's very faint.
-What is it? -It sounds like crying.
Dorinda, are you crying? -What's she crying about? -Just a minute.
-What'd she say? -She's unhappy.
-How come.
-Is it OK if I tell her.
-Please, Dorinda, I really want to know.
-Can't I tell her, please? She says, it's her fault you're fighting with your friends.
-But it's not her fault.
-She says you all got along fine until she arrived.
-Let me talk to her.
I'm sorry I made you cry.
And I promise I'm going to make things all better.
-How? -I've got an idea.
-In my opinion, Punky caused the whole problem by winning the doll.
-Suppose you had won it.
-There'd be no problem.
-Cherie, Margaux, Punky has something to say to you.
Mrs.
Johnson.
-Guys, Dorinda and I have talked things over.
-Cherie, did you hear a voice? -Yeah, this time I know it's Punky.
-Cherie.
We're not speaking to her.
-Yes, we are.
At least, I am.
What do you want to say, Punky? -Well, ever since we started fighting, I've been feeling really bad.
-Me too.
-I've been fine.
-I want to make up.
And so does Dorinda.
We've come up with a plan.
-A plan? -Yeah, Dorinda doesn't want me to be her mother anymore.
She wants all of us to be her mother.
Don't you, Dorinda? -She wants three mothers? -Yeah, but one at a time.
We'll each get her for one week.
-Hey, what a great idea! -We'll all adopt her together.
-It'll be just like having joint custody.
-We are bound together through all kinds of weather.
We'll be friends forever.
-Doesn't that do your heart good? -It certainly does.
Now maybe Mrs.
Kramer will drop her lawsuit against me.
-The one she should have sued was Mr.
Fredo.
-Wow.
Hey, look where it says parent.
There's only room for one mother's name.
- No, what are we going to do? How about if we combine all of our names together, like this-- "Chair" "Mar" Brewster.
-Hold on.
Why's the last name Brewster? It should be "Cherky" Kramer.
-The best name would be "Punk-o" Johnson.
-How about if we write down all three names and put them in a hat? -OK, well, who gets to choose? -Brandon.
OK, Brandon.
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Don't know.
Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.
Although, you may be lonely, and then one day you're smiling again.
Every time I turn around, I see the girl who turns my world around standing there.
Every time I turn around, her spirit's lifting me right off the ground.
What's gonna be? Guess we'll just wait and see.
Morning, Henry.
-Mrs.
Johnson, you just aged me 10 years.
-Well, who'd ever notice? How the little campers doing? -Still asleep.
-Well, let's wake 'em up.
I've got good news for the girls.
-Brandon, go wake up Punky.
A tornado! A tornado! -What happened? -Brandon got us up.
He's our alarm dog.
-Is it morning yet? -Yes, Margaux.
You can take off your blindfold.
-It's not a blindfold.
It's a sleeping mask.
Punky, do you have anymore Strizene cream? -What for? -My skin.
Mother says you're never too young to look young.
And it works too, because I'm eight and a half, and I don't look a day over seven.
-Good morning, ladies.
-Good morning, Mr.
Warnimont.
-Cherie, did you enjoy your sleepover? -It was great, grandma.
The only boring part was the sleeping.
-Yeah, we told ghost stories, played games, sang songs.
-I did a solo.
-And best part of all-- we became blood sisters.
-Yeah.
-Blood sisters? -Actually, ketchup sisters.
We used ketchup, because blood is too icky.
-Good decision.
-Want to see the secret ceremony? -Do we have a choice? -No.
-With this ketchup we are bound together, through all kinds of weather.
We'll be friends forever.
-That's beautiful.
-Now we're double ketchup sisters.
-We're bound together for life.
-That's right.
Ketchup is thicker than water.
-Mrs.
Kramer, do come in.
-Welcome to our humble abode.
-Well put.
Get dressed my petite Margaux.
It's time to say ciao to your little friends.
-Wait, girls.
I haven't told you the big news.
-What big news, grandma? -On the radio this morning, I heard that Dolly Land in Downtown Skokie just got in a shipment of Butter Lettuce Babies.
-Butter Lettuce Babies? Butter Lettuce Babies! -Calm down, girls.
- They always act like that when they hear the words "Butter Lettuce Babies.
" -Butter Lettuce Babies! Butter Lettuce Babies! -I have the same reaction when I hear the word "chinchilla.
" -I don't understand the attraction of these peculiar looking dolls.
-They're adorable.
And they're each different.
And you get to adopt them like real babies.
-You get to be their mommies.
-And anyone who is anyone simply must have one.
- Margaux, I don't have time to shop today.
I'll buy it for you tomorrow.
-But by tomorrow they'll be sold out.
If you don't get me one today, I'll just shrivel up and die.
-I'm sorry, sweetums, but it's simply impossible today.
I finally got an appointment with the most famous hairdresser in the Midwest.
-Mr.
Fredo? -That's right.
He's going to give me a Fredo original.
Nobody in the world will have a hairdo like mine.
-I'd be glad to go get all the girls dolls.
Yay! -But I can't.
The hospital has me on call.
-What are we going to do now? -We're dead.
-We can kiss those dolls goodbye.
-Unless-- - No, don't look at me.
-Why not? Because I can't get to Dolly Land.
Punky, you know my car's in the shop.
I'm sorry, girls.
If I had a car, I'd be glad to get to those dolls.
-Here, take mine.
-What? -I said that you could take my car.
-Yay! -Yippee! -Henry, here's the money for Cherie's doll.
-What? -Don't worry about the kids.
I'll stay with them.
-But-- -And you can drop me off on your way.
-But-- -Way to go, Henry! I knew you'd never let us down.
-Yay! -Hi, Mrs.
Johnson.
-What have you girls been doing? -Making up a list of all the Butter Lettuce stuff we want to buy.
I want the Butter Lettuce bassinet.
-I'm getting the Butter Lettuce pampers.
-And I want the Butter Lettuce condo.
-You got everything on that list but the Butter Lettuce kitchen sink.
-Nope, that's right here.
-That's Henry! -Mother, what happened to you? -It's my new look.
Tell me the truth, now.
What you think of Mr.
Fredo's creation? -Did he have time to finish it? -Maybe it is a little bit much.
The cab driver did refused to take a tip.
-He did? -Yes.
He said, forget it.
You're the best laugh I've had all week.
Yay! -Everybody back! You're as bad as those crazed mothers down in Dolly Land.
The heck happened to your head? -Henry, be a little sensitive.
She knows it looks awful.
Sorry.
-Henry, did you get our Butter Lettuce Babies? -Yeah? -Let me explain what happened.
Dolly Land was mobbed.
A man who cut into the line was body slammed to the pavement by a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Lionel Seto.
It took me an hour to get to the front of the line.
-But did you get our dolls? -Well, I could only get one.
-You only got one doll? -I'm afraid so.
This is a Dorinda May.
-She's beautiful.
-I love her.
-I want her so much.
-We have a serious problem here.
We have three children and one doll.
How do we decide this? -Well, we all want to be fair.
-Right.
-We all want to be mature.
-Right.
-Margaux gets it.
-Cherie gets it.
-Punky gets it.
-I don't think we're getting anywhere.
-Who's going to be Dorinda's mom? -There must be some way to decide.
-I know what to do.
Punky, hand me that writing pad.
I'll write each girl's name on a piece of paper, fold it up, and pick the winner out of my hat.
-Why your hat? -Because I'm the only one who has a hat.
-Who's going to be the one to pick the winning piece of paper.
-Well, the way we do it in bridge club, we take three thimbles-- it doesn't matter what color.
We take a candy red hot and put it under the thimble, then we mix them all up, and that's when we cut the deck of cards.
Now, if a one-eyed Jack comes up-- -Mrs.
Kramer, there must be an easier way to do this.
-How about if Brandon picks the winner? Brandon? -Yeah, he won't cheat.
He doesn't even care.
-Well, it sounds good to me.
Mrs.
Kramer? -I suppose it's a solution.
-Well, I'm glad that much is settled.
Come on, Brandon.
Now it's up to you.
Good dog.
-What's does it say? -It says Punky.
-Yippee! Thanks, Brandon.
-Let me see that paper.
-Punky, Dorinda May belongs to you.
Sorry we all didn't get dolls.
-Mother, I want to go home.
-Me too, grandma.
-I knew we shouldn't have used his hat.
-Or her dog.
This whole thing was rigged from start to finish.
-Wait a minute, Mrs.
Kramer.
-Mr.
Warnimont, you'll be hearing from my attorney.
I'll see you in court.
-And when she tells it to the judge, you'll lose, Henry.
As long as she covers up that hair.
Let's go, Cherie.
-Okay, Brandon, give me all your twos.
Never mind.
Even if you do have twos, I don't want them.
Okay, Dorinda, you give me all your twos.
What, I have to go fish? Are you sure you don't have any twos? Dorinda, you have three twos.
You can't win if you don't concentrate.
What am I going to do with you? -Punky, you enjoying your campout? -Yeah, We're pretending that there's a tornado outside our tent, and we're playing card to pass time away.
I don't want Dorinda to hear this, but she's an awful card player.
-Well, she's just a baby.
Maybe she'll get the hang of it if she sees you play with Cherie and Margaux.
-They don't want to play with us.
They've been ignoring me, Henry.
-Mrs.
Johnson, haven't seen you for days, come in.
-This is not a social visit, Henry.
I'm here to pay the rent.
- I never turn away anyone with money.
-But before I write my check, I want to show you my deductions.
-Deductions? -That's right.
I'm taking off $30 for the doll I never got.
-All right, all right.
-And I'm charging you half the price of that pepperoni pizza I brought down here last week.
- Then you owe me half the price of those doughnuts I bought on Friday.
You scarfed down all the jelly ones.
-Those doughnuts were day-old, and there's no way I'm paying full half-price.
-Fine, fine, just write the check.
-OK.
-Hi, you guys.
-Cherie, did you hear a voice? -Yeah, Punky's.
- Cherie.
.
I guess not.
-You guys want to play with me and Dorinda in our tent? -No.
We're going to get our ice cream.
-Ice cream? -Yeah, I'm getting rocky road, and she's getting fudge delight.
-Can Dorinda and I come? -Dorinda, you can come if you want to, but not if you bring your wicked stepmother.
-I'm not wicked.
I won Dorinda fair and square.
-Come on, Cherie.
Let's wait upstairs.
Just the two of us.
-Why are you guys treating me this way? I mean, we're supposed to be ketchup sisters.
We swore we'd be friends forever.
I guess ketchup isn't thicker than water after all.
-Shall we go, Cherie? -No.
Both you girls plant yourselves inside the tent.
Mrs.
Johnson and I are going to the kitchen to have a little chat.
Stay put.
There's a tornado coming.
Mrs.
Johnson, we're supposed to be an example for the children.
Now, if we can't get along, how can we expect them to get along? -You're right, Henry.
I'm sorry for the way I've been acting.
-I apologize too.
-Friends again? -Friends again.
Now, let's see if we can get our children back together again.
-We don't need ice cream.
Rocky road's bad for Dorinda's teeth, and fudge delight always upsets your stomach.
-Punky, how's it going? -Fine.
-Are you sure? -Absolutely.
Henry, it really hurts the way Margaux and Cherie are treating me.
I mean, I might expect it from Margaux, but Cherie's supposed to be my best friend.
-Why don't you go to them and tell them how you feel? -Why should I go to them? They're the ones being mean.
-Somebody has to make the first move.
-But it's not my fault.
-Sometimes it doesn't matter who's fault it is.
There are other things are more important.
-Like what? -Like friendship.
-Well, I do miss Cherie, and I almost miss Margaux.
But they don't want to be around me.
I don't want to be around them either.
-Do you hear something? -No.
-It's very faint.
-What is it? -It sounds like crying.
Dorinda, are you crying? -What's she crying about? -Just a minute.
-What'd she say? -She's unhappy.
-How come.
-Is it OK if I tell her.
-Please, Dorinda, I really want to know.
-Can't I tell her, please? She says, it's her fault you're fighting with your friends.
-But it's not her fault.
-She says you all got along fine until she arrived.
-Let me talk to her.
I'm sorry I made you cry.
And I promise I'm going to make things all better.
-How? -I've got an idea.
-In my opinion, Punky caused the whole problem by winning the doll.
-Suppose you had won it.
-There'd be no problem.
-Cherie, Margaux, Punky has something to say to you.
Mrs.
Johnson.
-Guys, Dorinda and I have talked things over.
-Cherie, did you hear a voice? -Yeah, this time I know it's Punky.
-Cherie.
We're not speaking to her.
-Yes, we are.
At least, I am.
What do you want to say, Punky? -Well, ever since we started fighting, I've been feeling really bad.
-Me too.
-I've been fine.
-I want to make up.
And so does Dorinda.
We've come up with a plan.
-A plan? -Yeah, Dorinda doesn't want me to be her mother anymore.
She wants all of us to be her mother.
Don't you, Dorinda? -She wants three mothers? -Yeah, but one at a time.
We'll each get her for one week.
-Hey, what a great idea! -We'll all adopt her together.
-It'll be just like having joint custody.
-We are bound together through all kinds of weather.
We'll be friends forever.
-Doesn't that do your heart good? -It certainly does.
Now maybe Mrs.
Kramer will drop her lawsuit against me.
-The one she should have sued was Mr.
Fredo.
-Wow.
Hey, look where it says parent.
There's only room for one mother's name.
- No, what are we going to do? How about if we combine all of our names together, like this-- "Chair" "Mar" Brewster.
-Hold on.
Why's the last name Brewster? It should be "Cherky" Kramer.
-The best name would be "Punk-o" Johnson.
-How about if we write down all three names and put them in a hat? -OK, well, who gets to choose? -Brandon.
OK, Brandon.
MUSIC PLAYING.]