Harvey Street Kids (2018) s01e04 Episode Script
It's a Wonderful LARP/My Sectional Romance
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! [shrieking in distance.]
Aah! What is that "terriful" sound? It's like a flock of seagulls with sore throats.
[chorus.]
Hey! Come on And go! Yeah Ho [children screaming.]
It's Frufru.
She's got a weapon of mass drip-struction.
Tell me! Tell me why you RSVP'd "no" to my party? I-I'm moving to Australfornia? My family celebrates Thanksgiving early? I need to wash my bow No.
I won't demean us both with an excuse.
I made my choice.
[sobbing.]
Put the sprinkler down, Frufru.
Nobody has to get soaked today.
[giggles.]
[chorus.]
Hey! Why doesn't anybody like me? Frufru needs our help.
Whoa! Frufru needs help, yeah, sure.
But, uh, us? How? We, like, save trees and bunnies and Tinys.
-[bird screeching.]
-Aah! Thanks, Harvey Girls.
[wailing.]
But Frufru? Frufru is cray-cray like a crayfish.
Is my charm and beauty that intimidating? Is it? [wailing.]
Which is why we can help her make friends.
Making friends is hard.
You may not believe this based on my carefully calibrated happy-go-lucky persona, but before you two, I also had this problem.
Me too.
I used to call my bunnies my best friends.
But we were really just very good friends.
Well, I never had friend problems 'cause I was a lone wolf, but my life is way, way better now that we're best friends forever and ever and infinity, exclamation point.
Exactly.
Friendship is what we Harvey Girls do best, next to sidewalk chalk art.
Frufru.
We are gonna help you make friends.
Really? I always liked the idea of friends, but didn't think I could find any who would go with my wardrobe.
Friends go with every outfit, like a crisp white button-down shirt.
Oh! Then, yes, friends please.
Can you do it in time for my nine-and-two-thirds birthday party next week? Nine-and-two-thirds birthday party? -Is that a thing? -Oh, it's a thing.
It's a thing you just got yourself uninvited to! Oops, right.
[laughs.]
[sighs.]
Don't threaten friends with sprinklers? [laughs.]
Then what do you threaten friends with? Later.
Let's start simple.
The first step to making friends is find someone with common interests.
Yeah.
We became friends because we all love this tree.
And the Bloogey Boys buddied up when they caught each other picking their noses at the same time.
[laughter.]
Okay, I can do that.
I have a ton of interests.
Me, judging others in comparison to me, shopping for me.
Okay, good start, round of applause.
But how about you find out what other people are interested in.
Here, let's practice with role-playing.
Hi.
I'm Stranger Mc-I-Don't-Know-You-Yet New-Person-Owitz.
How are you? [scoffs.]
I'm awesome.
How are me? "You.
" The word you're looking for is "you.
" How are you? What do you, like, like? Oh, all kinds of stuff.
Hats, mustaches, river otters, the space program, blueberries [snoring.]
Let's start simpler.
The first first step of making friends is meeting people.
So how about you join a club? This is our Harvey Street Knit-N-Wit Club.
Where we knit clothes and tell witty jokes to each other.
It's great when you "needle" a break.
[laughter.]
You people make your own clothing? [screams.]
Let's start even simpler.
The first first first rule of making friends is be nice.
How does it work? Well, uh you can share your lunch.
[straining.]
I'm ready for my friends now.
Where's the line to be my friend? Oh, so I was right.
Friends do clash with my style.
[whimpering.]
[sobbing.]
Oh, what? No! We can still find you besties or even just goodies or nice acquaintance-ies.
Yeah.
Like, what if, um, um, um, we make people like you? Duh! Of course.
Brute force! Er, uh, no.
I meant we can help change how people see you.
Huh? [gasps.]
Ooh, like a makeover? Great! But do not put me in denim.
Never denim.
Is this safe? Dot, you know I have no concept of what is or isn't safe.
What I do know is that cray-cray crying girl clearly needs friends for her made-up birthday party tomorrow.
So, if this is what it takes We fake nice Frufru until we make nice Frufru.
[rock music.]
Cue the skunk.
[static whirs over walkie-talkie.]
Oh, no! My bike path! [all gasp.]
[moans.]
Pain! [moans.]
No, it's okay.
I'll just call my most reliable friend and number-one emergency contact, Frufru.
Hello, friend.
Do you need -Line? -"Help.
" Help? Uh [laughing forcefully.]
Yep, that's our Frufru, the biggest heart on the block.
[insects chirping.]
Really! Did you hear about the fire at the bunny hospital? The baby bunnies were hopping around, scared and trapped, when Frufru ran into the burning building to save them.
Guess where they are now.
Back in the burning hospital? In Frufru's backyard, where she loans them out to sick kids who need cuddles.
That's a much better place than my guess.
Who wants new clothes? [laughs.]
Frufru says we can borrow anything in her closet anytime we want.
Wait, what? [all cheering.]
[groaning.]
Friends share everything.
Thanks so much, Frufru.
Maybe you're not evil.
Aw, that's so sweet.
What do I do with "sweet"? Cue the invitation.
And smile.
[laughs forcefully.]
[all gasp.]
Close enough.
[dramatic music.]
Ehh? Frufru can smile? I would be delighted if you would attend my nine-and-two-thirds birthday party tomorrow.
Please? - Sure.
You said "please.
" -Sure, everybody deserves a 15th chance.
Didn't know a nine-and-two-thirds birthday party was a thing, but okay.
Yeah! Welcome to my nine-and-two-thirds birthday party.
Be sure to try the famous fire truck food truck.
It's expensive, but I got it for myou.
[upbeat music.]
Frufru, your party is "funtastic.
" Not one kid is cowering in fear.
So, instead of doing whatever this is, why don't you go have fun with your new friends? Remember, just be nice.
[slurps.]
Did you taste the cake before it was cut? Just a swipe.
After all, we are friends now.
I mean, I am wearing your earrings.
[groans.]
Frufru's new way of saying something's cool is by twitching her eye.
Pass it on.
[squeaks.]
Ow! [grumbles.]
Sorry.
Croquet foul.
Wait, wait, wait.
Oh! Ow! And that is how you win croquet.
Good thing nobody knows the rules of croquet.
[slowly.]
When will you be done? Mm-mm-mm.
Yah! [pony neighs.]
So sorry Frufru cut your pony ride short.
-Um, she saw -No need to lie.
It was her power play.
I respect that.
[both panting.]
[upbeat rock music.]
Uh, Frufru? What are you doing with that comically large burrito? Oh, nothing.
[all sigh.]
Just gonna drop it on the kids at my party.
These kids are your almost-friends now, remember? Guess I'm not really into the idea of friends after all.
Un-burrito-ble.
[pony neighs, chuffs.]
Think of the pony, Frufru.
Ponies don't like to be picante.
-[chuffs.]
-What have we done? We helped Frufru look like a friend without actually helping Frufru become more friendly.
[dramatic music.]
I've got an idea, but it's messy.
-Awesome.
-I'm okay with laundry.
[pony neighs.]
[grunts.]
[pony neighs.]
[truck beeping.]
-[grunts.]
-[both groaning.]
[gasps.]
It wasn't a food truck! It was a food trap! Let's get out of here! [all screaming.]
[ladder whirring.]
No one deserves sour cream hair.
Then what made you think the other kids would be cool-down with it? Maybe you kind of have a point.
You also look gross.
[sighs.]
What I'm trying to say is, I see your clothes are also covered in yuck and not very nice in the first place.
So, want to borrow some of mine? Nothing from this season, of course.
Sure, Frufru.
That would actually be pretty nice of you.
She still just insulted us.
Eh, for her, it's a start.
[rock music.]
[chorus.]
Hey! [Lotta exhales sharply.]
I know this game is called "capture the flag," but I'm not seeing any flag to capture.
[gasps.]
There! Can skeletons even get runny noses? But it's surrounded by the Bloogey Boys, and they got plenty of watermelon water.
They're not going anywhere.
Not yet.
But they are playing right into my perfect "capture the flag" plan.
Lots of water equals bathroom breaks, so we just need to wait.
Wait? But that's my one weakness.
[groans.]
[suspenseful music.]
No, can't do it.
I tried but I'm at my sit-still limit.
[sighs.]
They broke me.
You've never given up on anything.
So you must have a good reason to start now.
-Let's go.
-I cannot believe what I'm hearing.
Luckily, I handmade the perfect wardrobe for this exact scenario.
[dramatic music.]
Whoa, Your cape is whoa-tastic.
I can't take my eyes off it.
Like it's a puppy jumping over a pile of kittens into a pile of bunnies.
Capes are powerful, fashion-forward, and scientifically proven to make life 24.
2% more dramatic.
Now, take a knee.
This level of inspiration may knock you off your feet.
We did not spend the last 37 minutes working our tushies off to leave this park empty-handed.
We came to capture a flag, and we're not leaving until that flag is captured.
We are not The Give-Up Girls.
[echoing.]
We are The Harvey Girls.
[birds screeching.]
And when The Harvey Girls want something, and it's within the rules of the game to do so, they take it.
[both cheer.]
[Fredo.]
Wow! Just wow! Fredo? Are you spying on us? Yeah, Melvin sent me, but after that speech, I'm rooting for you.
And may I say, that is impressive buttonhole stitching.
Hey, Melvin wants to know how your spying Ooh.
That is a nice cape.
Wait a min-a-sec! If you guys are both up here [blows nose.]
Hmm.
Capes also make you 19.
2% faster.
[grunting.]
[upbeat rock music.]
And that is how you capture the Whoa! You give her back, ground! [spits.]
Hey, at least we captured their flag.
Huh.
It really is weird to see a skull with boogers.
But we almost had the perfect win, if not for this lousy sinkhole! Ugh! You have one job, ground.
Stay underneath us! [sighs.]
Girls, we need to fix up our rundown disaster area of a park.
Ah, it's just one sinkhole.
And, anyway, fixing takes money.
And all I have is a PB marshmallow sandwich.
My money's tied up in real estate.
I bought an ant farm.
[gasps.]
Capes are in now? Hey, where can I get a cape like that? I'd give anything! Does "anything" include money? Definitely.
But anything also includes my teeth, my kid brother, his teeth, his friend's teeth -Thank you, Lucretia, please stop there.
-Mostly teeth.
Ladies, to make this park perfect, we are now in the cape business.
[chorus.]
Hey! Our customers will want capes for all o-cape-sions, so kickball cape? Ballet cape? Approved for production.
Audrey? Jetpack cape.
Ha! Too ambitious? [upbeat rock music.]
Done! Nope.
Now done.
[chorus.]
Hey! Ha ha! Capes! Yeah, get your cape here.
Capes.
They're not just for superheroes anymore.
[gasps.]
Excuse me, quick question do you want to change your entire life? And how! The right cape can transform a person, Pinkeye.
Or should I call you "sir"? By jolly, I'll take two.
We only have one.
By jolly, I'll take one.
[whimpering.]
Good day, Lord Tiny.
I'll say, is it me, or have you grown a smidge? [whimpers happily.]
[soft music.]
Hello down there! Cape me.
Make me feel dangerous.
[spooky music.]
Whoa! We earned a lot of money.
Almost enough to fix the sinkhole.
Now just to figure out how to fix a sinkhole.
With sinkhole paste.
I know a guy.
[gasps.]
Yeah! Finally! I'll look like I'm you.
That's not weird that I said that out loud, is it? No, not this one.
It's damaged.
Oh, that's okay.
I don't mind.
But I do.
Our capes are flawless.
Hey, Lucretia says it's fine, and the customer's always right.
[chuckles.]
Even if the customer is Lucretia.
Back it up! Back it up.
Ah! There! [laughs.]
Release the sinkhole repair paste.
[gasps.]
We did it.
The park is officially sinkhole-free.
-Sorry.
-No, that was on me.
Hmm.
Hmm.
What is it? What is it not? That slide is too slow.
That water fountain is too fast.
That raccoon needs a makeover.
Our park is not yet perfect.
It needs a slide that hits 50 miles per hour, a-a dancing watermelon water fountain, and the official park animal should be the red panda.
-Whoa.
-Wow.
[fireworks booming.]
I do feel the need for slide speed.
Red pandas do star in my dreams.
UhLotta? [chittering.]
[giggles.]
So we got to sell more capes? Yes, but we need to expand beyond Harvey Street.
We need to attract more buyers.
We need a cape fashion show.
I do like to strut.
[slow squeaking.]
[both grunting.]
You served me well, capture the flag cape.
But to plan a fashion show, I need a diva cape.
Ha, I call this runway walk "The Crossing Guard.
" [electronic music.]
Brilliant.
Now my "Flamingo.
" Mind if I offer a few suggestions? Hip, twirl, big toe, pinky toes, middle toe, elbows, chin, blink, kissy face, triple blink.
Repeat.
[both groan.]
I pulled a strutting muscle.
I don't remember how to walk anymore.
Good.
Runway practice over.
You can re-glitter the capes now.
Re-glitter? But you had us put on the sparkles one by one.
Yes, but they're not even.
We are so close to a perfect show.
Do you really want to quit now? [light inspirational music.]
There, you both look amazing.
The show starts in ten, and I need you exactly as you are.
Don't move.
Hey.
Gonna start a game of Harvey Street rules kickball.
Want to play? Okay, five minutes of kickball, then fashion show.
Uh I call fifth base! Ah, who am I kidding? I am wearing the kickball cape.
I'm in.
Lotta? Audrey? -[children laughing.]
-I'm open! I'm so open! The nerve.
Hold on.
[echoing creepily.]
The nerve! Ah! I forgot.
Do I hop on one foot or twirl between fifth and home? Neither.
Crab walk.
Mm.
[humming.]
You're supposed to be at my fashion show right now! -Aah! -Stop! Don't! Actually, I'm not sure what you were about to do, but you are really working that "diabolical villain" cape.
[chuckles.]
Wait, why did we make that one? Special order for me.
Yeah, maybe we should take it off.
[growls.]
Or not.
Dot, sweetie bunny, can we talk? You have done a lot of great work lately.
In fact But we could all use some playtime.
Hmm? Doesn't that sound fun? Fun? I don't have time for fun when there's a park to perfect.
Sure you do.
Parks aren't boy-band members.
They don't need to be perfect.
They need to played in.
Yeah! And these pocket crumbs are for the glitter.
[scoffs.]
Now when I see anything sparkly, my hands shake.
That is how you get ants.
It's a park! Parks have ants! That's why they're called parks! You know that's incorrect.
[screams.]
What? That was my kickball! [dramatic music.]
[all gasp.]
My perfect creations! Is this what you wanted? Fun? [giggling.]
Look at me! Having fun instead of being the perfection I want to see in the world.
And getting higher with each jump.
-Oh! -Dot! [moaning.]
Man, we really got a sinkhole problem.
Ha! [groaning.]
[upbeat music.]
Sorry, Dot.
Yeah, me too.
We know you were just trying to make the park red pandatastic.
Actually, that jumping was the most fun I had since we started our cape business.
I had a moment to think in the hole, and you girls were right.
What's the point of having a perfect park if you don't have anyone to play with? Too bad about the fashion show.
The world's just got to wait for my Flamingo.
Oh, the fashion show is still on.
How? All our capes are ruined.
So? Imperfect is in this season.
Welcome to the H.
G.
Capes fashion show.
And now, the hottest new trend in cape-wear distressed capes.
-Whoa.
-Whoa.
That's neat! It's very early-magic modern retro.
It's nice.
[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! [shrieking in distance.]
Aah! What is that "terriful" sound? It's like a flock of seagulls with sore throats.
[chorus.]
Hey! Come on And go! Yeah Ho [children screaming.]
It's Frufru.
She's got a weapon of mass drip-struction.
Tell me! Tell me why you RSVP'd "no" to my party? I-I'm moving to Australfornia? My family celebrates Thanksgiving early? I need to wash my bow No.
I won't demean us both with an excuse.
I made my choice.
[sobbing.]
Put the sprinkler down, Frufru.
Nobody has to get soaked today.
[giggles.]
[chorus.]
Hey! Why doesn't anybody like me? Frufru needs our help.
Whoa! Frufru needs help, yeah, sure.
But, uh, us? How? We, like, save trees and bunnies and Tinys.
-[bird screeching.]
-Aah! Thanks, Harvey Girls.
[wailing.]
But Frufru? Frufru is cray-cray like a crayfish.
Is my charm and beauty that intimidating? Is it? [wailing.]
Which is why we can help her make friends.
Making friends is hard.
You may not believe this based on my carefully calibrated happy-go-lucky persona, but before you two, I also had this problem.
Me too.
I used to call my bunnies my best friends.
But we were really just very good friends.
Well, I never had friend problems 'cause I was a lone wolf, but my life is way, way better now that we're best friends forever and ever and infinity, exclamation point.
Exactly.
Friendship is what we Harvey Girls do best, next to sidewalk chalk art.
Frufru.
We are gonna help you make friends.
Really? I always liked the idea of friends, but didn't think I could find any who would go with my wardrobe.
Friends go with every outfit, like a crisp white button-down shirt.
Oh! Then, yes, friends please.
Can you do it in time for my nine-and-two-thirds birthday party next week? Nine-and-two-thirds birthday party? -Is that a thing? -Oh, it's a thing.
It's a thing you just got yourself uninvited to! Oops, right.
[laughs.]
[sighs.]
Don't threaten friends with sprinklers? [laughs.]
Then what do you threaten friends with? Later.
Let's start simple.
The first step to making friends is find someone with common interests.
Yeah.
We became friends because we all love this tree.
And the Bloogey Boys buddied up when they caught each other picking their noses at the same time.
[laughter.]
Okay, I can do that.
I have a ton of interests.
Me, judging others in comparison to me, shopping for me.
Okay, good start, round of applause.
But how about you find out what other people are interested in.
Here, let's practice with role-playing.
Hi.
I'm Stranger Mc-I-Don't-Know-You-Yet New-Person-Owitz.
How are you? [scoffs.]
I'm awesome.
How are me? "You.
" The word you're looking for is "you.
" How are you? What do you, like, like? Oh, all kinds of stuff.
Hats, mustaches, river otters, the space program, blueberries [snoring.]
Let's start simpler.
The first first step of making friends is meeting people.
So how about you join a club? This is our Harvey Street Knit-N-Wit Club.
Where we knit clothes and tell witty jokes to each other.
It's great when you "needle" a break.
[laughter.]
You people make your own clothing? [screams.]
Let's start even simpler.
The first first first rule of making friends is be nice.
How does it work? Well, uh you can share your lunch.
[straining.]
I'm ready for my friends now.
Where's the line to be my friend? Oh, so I was right.
Friends do clash with my style.
[whimpering.]
[sobbing.]
Oh, what? No! We can still find you besties or even just goodies or nice acquaintance-ies.
Yeah.
Like, what if, um, um, um, we make people like you? Duh! Of course.
Brute force! Er, uh, no.
I meant we can help change how people see you.
Huh? [gasps.]
Ooh, like a makeover? Great! But do not put me in denim.
Never denim.
Is this safe? Dot, you know I have no concept of what is or isn't safe.
What I do know is that cray-cray crying girl clearly needs friends for her made-up birthday party tomorrow.
So, if this is what it takes We fake nice Frufru until we make nice Frufru.
[rock music.]
Cue the skunk.
[static whirs over walkie-talkie.]
Oh, no! My bike path! [all gasp.]
[moans.]
Pain! [moans.]
No, it's okay.
I'll just call my most reliable friend and number-one emergency contact, Frufru.
Hello, friend.
Do you need -Line? -"Help.
" Help? Uh [laughing forcefully.]
Yep, that's our Frufru, the biggest heart on the block.
[insects chirping.]
Really! Did you hear about the fire at the bunny hospital? The baby bunnies were hopping around, scared and trapped, when Frufru ran into the burning building to save them.
Guess where they are now.
Back in the burning hospital? In Frufru's backyard, where she loans them out to sick kids who need cuddles.
That's a much better place than my guess.
Who wants new clothes? [laughs.]
Frufru says we can borrow anything in her closet anytime we want.
Wait, what? [all cheering.]
[groaning.]
Friends share everything.
Thanks so much, Frufru.
Maybe you're not evil.
Aw, that's so sweet.
What do I do with "sweet"? Cue the invitation.
And smile.
[laughs forcefully.]
[all gasp.]
Close enough.
[dramatic music.]
Ehh? Frufru can smile? I would be delighted if you would attend my nine-and-two-thirds birthday party tomorrow.
Please? - Sure.
You said "please.
" -Sure, everybody deserves a 15th chance.
Didn't know a nine-and-two-thirds birthday party was a thing, but okay.
Yeah! Welcome to my nine-and-two-thirds birthday party.
Be sure to try the famous fire truck food truck.
It's expensive, but I got it for myou.
[upbeat music.]
Frufru, your party is "funtastic.
" Not one kid is cowering in fear.
So, instead of doing whatever this is, why don't you go have fun with your new friends? Remember, just be nice.
[slurps.]
Did you taste the cake before it was cut? Just a swipe.
After all, we are friends now.
I mean, I am wearing your earrings.
[groans.]
Frufru's new way of saying something's cool is by twitching her eye.
Pass it on.
[squeaks.]
Ow! [grumbles.]
Sorry.
Croquet foul.
Wait, wait, wait.
Oh! Ow! And that is how you win croquet.
Good thing nobody knows the rules of croquet.
[slowly.]
When will you be done? Mm-mm-mm.
Yah! [pony neighs.]
So sorry Frufru cut your pony ride short.
-Um, she saw -No need to lie.
It was her power play.
I respect that.
[both panting.]
[upbeat rock music.]
Uh, Frufru? What are you doing with that comically large burrito? Oh, nothing.
[all sigh.]
Just gonna drop it on the kids at my party.
These kids are your almost-friends now, remember? Guess I'm not really into the idea of friends after all.
Un-burrito-ble.
[pony neighs, chuffs.]
Think of the pony, Frufru.
Ponies don't like to be picante.
-[chuffs.]
-What have we done? We helped Frufru look like a friend without actually helping Frufru become more friendly.
[dramatic music.]
I've got an idea, but it's messy.
-Awesome.
-I'm okay with laundry.
[pony neighs.]
[grunts.]
[pony neighs.]
[truck beeping.]
-[grunts.]
-[both groaning.]
[gasps.]
It wasn't a food truck! It was a food trap! Let's get out of here! [all screaming.]
[ladder whirring.]
No one deserves sour cream hair.
Then what made you think the other kids would be cool-down with it? Maybe you kind of have a point.
You also look gross.
[sighs.]
What I'm trying to say is, I see your clothes are also covered in yuck and not very nice in the first place.
So, want to borrow some of mine? Nothing from this season, of course.
Sure, Frufru.
That would actually be pretty nice of you.
She still just insulted us.
Eh, for her, it's a start.
[rock music.]
[chorus.]
Hey! [Lotta exhales sharply.]
I know this game is called "capture the flag," but I'm not seeing any flag to capture.
[gasps.]
There! Can skeletons even get runny noses? But it's surrounded by the Bloogey Boys, and they got plenty of watermelon water.
They're not going anywhere.
Not yet.
But they are playing right into my perfect "capture the flag" plan.
Lots of water equals bathroom breaks, so we just need to wait.
Wait? But that's my one weakness.
[groans.]
[suspenseful music.]
No, can't do it.
I tried but I'm at my sit-still limit.
[sighs.]
They broke me.
You've never given up on anything.
So you must have a good reason to start now.
-Let's go.
-I cannot believe what I'm hearing.
Luckily, I handmade the perfect wardrobe for this exact scenario.
[dramatic music.]
Whoa, Your cape is whoa-tastic.
I can't take my eyes off it.
Like it's a puppy jumping over a pile of kittens into a pile of bunnies.
Capes are powerful, fashion-forward, and scientifically proven to make life 24.
2% more dramatic.
Now, take a knee.
This level of inspiration may knock you off your feet.
We did not spend the last 37 minutes working our tushies off to leave this park empty-handed.
We came to capture a flag, and we're not leaving until that flag is captured.
We are not The Give-Up Girls.
[echoing.]
We are The Harvey Girls.
[birds screeching.]
And when The Harvey Girls want something, and it's within the rules of the game to do so, they take it.
[both cheer.]
[Fredo.]
Wow! Just wow! Fredo? Are you spying on us? Yeah, Melvin sent me, but after that speech, I'm rooting for you.
And may I say, that is impressive buttonhole stitching.
Hey, Melvin wants to know how your spying Ooh.
That is a nice cape.
Wait a min-a-sec! If you guys are both up here [blows nose.]
Hmm.
Capes also make you 19.
2% faster.
[grunting.]
[upbeat rock music.]
And that is how you capture the Whoa! You give her back, ground! [spits.]
Hey, at least we captured their flag.
Huh.
It really is weird to see a skull with boogers.
But we almost had the perfect win, if not for this lousy sinkhole! Ugh! You have one job, ground.
Stay underneath us! [sighs.]
Girls, we need to fix up our rundown disaster area of a park.
Ah, it's just one sinkhole.
And, anyway, fixing takes money.
And all I have is a PB marshmallow sandwich.
My money's tied up in real estate.
I bought an ant farm.
[gasps.]
Capes are in now? Hey, where can I get a cape like that? I'd give anything! Does "anything" include money? Definitely.
But anything also includes my teeth, my kid brother, his teeth, his friend's teeth -Thank you, Lucretia, please stop there.
-Mostly teeth.
Ladies, to make this park perfect, we are now in the cape business.
[chorus.]
Hey! Our customers will want capes for all o-cape-sions, so kickball cape? Ballet cape? Approved for production.
Audrey? Jetpack cape.
Ha! Too ambitious? [upbeat rock music.]
Done! Nope.
Now done.
[chorus.]
Hey! Ha ha! Capes! Yeah, get your cape here.
Capes.
They're not just for superheroes anymore.
[gasps.]
Excuse me, quick question do you want to change your entire life? And how! The right cape can transform a person, Pinkeye.
Or should I call you "sir"? By jolly, I'll take two.
We only have one.
By jolly, I'll take one.
[whimpering.]
Good day, Lord Tiny.
I'll say, is it me, or have you grown a smidge? [whimpers happily.]
[soft music.]
Hello down there! Cape me.
Make me feel dangerous.
[spooky music.]
Whoa! We earned a lot of money.
Almost enough to fix the sinkhole.
Now just to figure out how to fix a sinkhole.
With sinkhole paste.
I know a guy.
[gasps.]
Yeah! Finally! I'll look like I'm you.
That's not weird that I said that out loud, is it? No, not this one.
It's damaged.
Oh, that's okay.
I don't mind.
But I do.
Our capes are flawless.
Hey, Lucretia says it's fine, and the customer's always right.
[chuckles.]
Even if the customer is Lucretia.
Back it up! Back it up.
Ah! There! [laughs.]
Release the sinkhole repair paste.
[gasps.]
We did it.
The park is officially sinkhole-free.
-Sorry.
-No, that was on me.
Hmm.
Hmm.
What is it? What is it not? That slide is too slow.
That water fountain is too fast.
That raccoon needs a makeover.
Our park is not yet perfect.
It needs a slide that hits 50 miles per hour, a-a dancing watermelon water fountain, and the official park animal should be the red panda.
-Whoa.
-Wow.
[fireworks booming.]
I do feel the need for slide speed.
Red pandas do star in my dreams.
UhLotta? [chittering.]
[giggles.]
So we got to sell more capes? Yes, but we need to expand beyond Harvey Street.
We need to attract more buyers.
We need a cape fashion show.
I do like to strut.
[slow squeaking.]
[both grunting.]
You served me well, capture the flag cape.
But to plan a fashion show, I need a diva cape.
Ha, I call this runway walk "The Crossing Guard.
" [electronic music.]
Brilliant.
Now my "Flamingo.
" Mind if I offer a few suggestions? Hip, twirl, big toe, pinky toes, middle toe, elbows, chin, blink, kissy face, triple blink.
Repeat.
[both groan.]
I pulled a strutting muscle.
I don't remember how to walk anymore.
Good.
Runway practice over.
You can re-glitter the capes now.
Re-glitter? But you had us put on the sparkles one by one.
Yes, but they're not even.
We are so close to a perfect show.
Do you really want to quit now? [light inspirational music.]
There, you both look amazing.
The show starts in ten, and I need you exactly as you are.
Don't move.
Hey.
Gonna start a game of Harvey Street rules kickball.
Want to play? Okay, five minutes of kickball, then fashion show.
Uh I call fifth base! Ah, who am I kidding? I am wearing the kickball cape.
I'm in.
Lotta? Audrey? -[children laughing.]
-I'm open! I'm so open! The nerve.
Hold on.
[echoing creepily.]
The nerve! Ah! I forgot.
Do I hop on one foot or twirl between fifth and home? Neither.
Crab walk.
Mm.
[humming.]
You're supposed to be at my fashion show right now! -Aah! -Stop! Don't! Actually, I'm not sure what you were about to do, but you are really working that "diabolical villain" cape.
[chuckles.]
Wait, why did we make that one? Special order for me.
Yeah, maybe we should take it off.
[growls.]
Or not.
Dot, sweetie bunny, can we talk? You have done a lot of great work lately.
In fact But we could all use some playtime.
Hmm? Doesn't that sound fun? Fun? I don't have time for fun when there's a park to perfect.
Sure you do.
Parks aren't boy-band members.
They don't need to be perfect.
They need to played in.
Yeah! And these pocket crumbs are for the glitter.
[scoffs.]
Now when I see anything sparkly, my hands shake.
That is how you get ants.
It's a park! Parks have ants! That's why they're called parks! You know that's incorrect.
[screams.]
What? That was my kickball! [dramatic music.]
[all gasp.]
My perfect creations! Is this what you wanted? Fun? [giggling.]
Look at me! Having fun instead of being the perfection I want to see in the world.
And getting higher with each jump.
-Oh! -Dot! [moaning.]
Man, we really got a sinkhole problem.
Ha! [groaning.]
[upbeat music.]
Sorry, Dot.
Yeah, me too.
We know you were just trying to make the park red pandatastic.
Actually, that jumping was the most fun I had since we started our cape business.
I had a moment to think in the hole, and you girls were right.
What's the point of having a perfect park if you don't have anyone to play with? Too bad about the fashion show.
The world's just got to wait for my Flamingo.
Oh, the fashion show is still on.
How? All our capes are ruined.
So? Imperfect is in this season.
Welcome to the H.
G.
Capes fashion show.
And now, the hottest new trend in cape-wear distressed capes.
-Whoa.
-Whoa.
That's neat! It's very early-magic modern retro.
It's nice.
[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!