Harvey Street Kids (2018) s01e13 Episode Script
Pretty in Pinkeye/The Monsters Are Due on Harvey Street
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! [rousing orchestral music.]
Oh! [loud clatter.]
Aw, so close again! We just can't seem to master the final Twirling Face-Smush.
Without it, our ballet is just bal-lame.
Be honest.
Is it my feet? [gags.]
Not your feet.
But give us some credit.
I've gotten much better since we first became friends.
[dramatic organ music playing distantly.]
-[gasps.]
-Pinkeye? You like late Baroque era harmonic counterpoint? It's the perfect accompaniment to my favorite dance! [both.]
Sixteenth-century ballet, colon, the Arabasquian era! I never knew you had so much depth! I never knew you had so much depth! Oh, yeah.
I go real deep.
[snorts.]
Perhaps you'd care to dance? Uh, sure.
[groans.]
One sec, one sec.
Then we discovered we both love the same polite baking competition show, the same not-polite baking competition show Puzzles of the word and picture varieties Booger sculpting.
Uh, that one I appreciate more than love.
We have so much in common, except that I want to show off our dance, and you only ever want to meet me in secret at the darkest tree at the end of the junk heap? What? No! Besides, I thought you liked garbage.
Well, sure.
But I'd prefer the brightest tree at the front of the junk heap.
[shimmering.]
[gasps.]
Ah! [laughs.]
"Too many flamethrowers.
" Hey, Rock-'em-Dot-'em! Oh! It's been forever! Are you here looking for parts to build a flying, flaming trampoline too? [Pinkeye grunting.]
She's here hanging out with me, and we're [mumbling.]
Is that compost pile talking? [gasps.]
The stinkularity is here! No, it's the singularity, and that's not for another ten years.
So, yeah, great catching up.
Uh, good luck with the trashpoline.
Dot, we know what's going on here.
Ah, you do? Come on! Hanging out with us less, talking to compost piles more.
It's clear-vious that you are friends with [tense music.]
someone in the government who made you part of their underground spy network! Ooh, ooh, oh! What's your code name? Double-Oh-Dot? The Winter Magpie? Suzanne Bagels? Ladies, I am flattered, but I am not a spy.
Right.
And we are not gonna go now to not keep you from not doing spy stuff to not save the world.
Not.
Not.
[sighs.]
You're clearly embarrassed to tell anyone that we're friends.
But what I don't get is why.
[sighs.]
It's just kind of awkward to be friends with someone whose favorite color is dirt.
It's also my favorite accessory.
But if that's all that's stopping us from hanging out everywhere how about you help me clean up and class up a bit? You mean like [gasps.]
give you a makeover? Well, I was thinking a once-over with a damp paper towel, but sure! After all, a makeover is straight out of Those romantic comedies we both love! When I'm done, we will celebrate with a dance in front of the whole block! Yeah! But the armpit stains stay.
Each ring took a full month of hard-earned perspiration.
No.
No, I don't want to! -No, no, no, no! -You wanted to be clean.
No, it's like, I just feel I've had such a [grunts.]
-[whoopie cushion farts.]
-[laughs.]
That was wet! Resist laughing.
-[whoopie cushion farts.]
-[laughs.]
Again.
-[whoopie cushion farts.]
-[stifled laughter.]
Again! -[whoopie cushion farts.]
-[laughs.]
Oh, I get it now.
[clanking.]
[sighs.]
Again.
[whoopie cushion farts.]
[whoopie cushion farts.]
Pinkeye! You didn't laugh! I-I did it.
It'sit's a miracle.
[upbeat music.]
No, no.
That's a definite maybe.
[gasps.]
Kidizens of Harvey Street! I've gathered you all to watch a new dance by me and my new friend Please be me! Please be me! Hubert McKenzenie Willingham! [whispering.]
Pinkeye, that's you.
[all gasp.]
[Lucretia.]
Wow! Bravo and brava! Pinkeye, you're beautiful.
Classic Dot making the impossible possible.
[all cheering.]
They like me.
They really like me! [Melvin.]
Yay! Winner, winner, chicken dinner! You know who else wears suits? Waiters! Yes, but also secret agents.
[gasps.]
He must be working undercover with Dot while waiting tables on the side.
And now Mr.
Willingham and I shall perform the Dance of the Thousand Crepes in Springtime.
[camera shutter clicks.]
Oh, right.
You guys can fawn over my stunning new persona later.
-Ah! -What? But I need to fawn now! It's okay, Pinkeye.
This dance is 450 years old.
It can wait another day.
Makeover successful and could make for a good college admissions essay.
Oh, I love practicing runway poses.
My Tilted Chin Fire Smize is pretty legendary.
Ah! You're in his light! -[camera shutter clicks.]
-Oh, please.
I thought we were gonna rehearse our dance and then dish about last night's impolite baking show.
Oh, can we do it tomorrow? I'm in the middle of a Right-Now-O-Gram photoshoot right now.
[camera shutter clicking.]
Hmm, well, such is the price of a quality makeover.
[chuckles.]
Fine, tomorrow.
Ooh.
Hang tomorrow? I'm with a fan.
Now sign Dollcretia's doll.
Ooh, can we boba tomorrow? Bobby's launching a new line of juices, and I'm his celebrity sponsor.
[slurping.]
All sold out.
What are you talking about? I'm just here to see my friend Pinkeye.
This is the hottest ticket on the block.
If you really want to see his in-person interview, I might be able to sneak you in for a price.
[sighs.]
Here.
Only three punches? Ugh, please.
[groans.]
[shimmering.]
You guys are here for Pinkeye too? Yeah, I love celebrity interviews.
Plus, our flaming trampoline exploded.
Not saying it's your fault, but Welcome to the first live-taping of This American Eye, with special guest Pinkeye! [gasps, sighs dreamily.]
The question on everyone's mind is how do we become good-looking, and therefore better, like you? It's simple really.
You just have to ditch your sense of you and change everything to follow society's definition of beauty.
Somebody special taught me that.
Totally forget her name.
[gasps.]
Yeah, like you, you'd have to style your hair a different way.
And you'd have to ditch that tacky cape.
And you lose that crown.
This isn't some comic book from the '50s.
They do make hair dye, you know.
[groans.]
A headband would be more flattering for your bone structure.
Who says I have bones? And you.
White stripe on black? You look like a road.
[gasps.]
[all gasp.]
This is awful! Celebrities are supposed to wield their influence for good, not for heart ouchies! A clean Pinkeye is a mean Pinkeye.
Pinkeye, it's not nice to critique other people's appearances.
Well, but that's what you did to me, and I turned out great.
Speaking of, dots are so last season.
[gasps.]
And that concludes today's episode.
If you liked what you heard, please subscribe.
Thumbs up.
I think I broke Pinkeye.
[chittering.]
[screams.]
"Meet me at the park.
Signed, an old friend.
P.
S.
, dots never go out of season.
" [rousing orchestral music.]
Why is she wearing that outfit? Hi, I'm an expert dance interpreter, thanks to my extensive study of the Crush 4U step-ertoire.
[clears throat.]
Each of Dot's moves is one part of a greater metaphor about appreciating people for who they are on the inside, not the outside.
[all gasp and ooh.]
Did Dot wash my old clothes before wearing them? The answer is in your heart.
She likes me for me! -She washed them, though, right? -Five times.
She's still Dot.
[dramatic musical flourish.]
[all cheering.]
Guys, guys, everybody! I'm sorry about what I said earlier.
I got caught up in being the ultimate human specimen, but, Dot, you reminded me what really matters.
Friendship? Oh, I was gonna say dance, dance, dance! But, yeah, friendship makes more sense.
I'm sorry too.
I forgot that absolute makeovers corrupt absolutely.
I shouldn't have tried to change you, especially since I'm proud to be your friend dirt, pit stains, and all.
Really? Oh, I'm so glad you said that.
I've been sucking it in this whole time.
[sighs.]
[grunts approvingly.]
Aw, you guys are cute-dorable, even if you're not spies after all.
But, uh, what's up with your eye? [throbbing.]
Yeah, conjunctivitis is extremely contagious.
[chorus.]
Yeah! [upbeat rock music.]
[chorus.]
Hey! My fellow Streetians, every day on Harvey Street is extraordinary.
Why, just yesterday, the parrots debuted their new memoir, Polly Wants More Than A Cracker.
But today is extra extraordinary, for today we finally finish the first game of Harvey Street rules kickball, when, at long last, one team hits 1,000 points! -[all cheering.]
-Yeah! Harvey Street! May the best team win, for in the words of our founder, Harvey Enough talking! This is supposed to be kickball, not listen-ball.
But if it was, you'd be about to lose that game too.
Oh, yeah? Care to make a wager? When we win, you throw us a parade, and I get to stand there and wave like this.
Oh, you're on.
But when we win, I get first lick on any ice cream you get for the next year and your -[Tiny.]
Hand! -I was gonna say crown.
But a third hand could come in handy too.
No, look! Where I'm pointing! [all gasp.]
[dramatic music.]
[all gasp.]
Someone stole Harvey E.
Harveson's hand? [Lotta.]
Everybody remain calm.
The Harvey Girls got this.
Hmm.
I don't see any fingerprints.
Mm, yeah, I don't taste any either.
[smacks lips.]
But I do taste fear [smacks lips.]
terror.
[smacks lips.]
That's it! Monsters.
No.
Ooh, they left a note! That's nice.
"Thanks for giving us a hand.
We'll be back at lunch to steal the rest of your block"? That is not nice.
-[gasps.]
-You can steal a street? Boo! Is this a new thing people are doing that I don't know about? Whoa, hold your scaredy cats, okay? We got until lunchtime, and according to my stomach-clock [stomach rumbling.]
plenty of time to build monster traps, monster catapults, monster moats made of monsters on our side Still not monsters.
And what we need to do is figure out who it is.
You'll solve this way before lunch, Dot.
Dot? [both gasp.]
Oh, no, the note crashed Dot! We're at problem level orange.
Walk me through our clues, inner me.
The statue's hand points west to the Pacific Ocean.
-The Pacific Ocean extends to Australia.
-No.
The note was written in cursive.
Cursive is used by pirates.
-Pirates are -No.
Fear tastes gross.
Gross tastes like monsters.
-Monsters want to steal our -Do not insult us, inner me.
Then face it, outer me, we simply do not know.
Got this.
Ah! I told you, that's not a human's Control-Alt-Delete.
Any idea who wants to steal our street? Yes.
Why, I already have a whole list of suspects, starting with -Melvin! -Why would I steal my own street? Duh, because you live to prank.
Double-duh, first rule of pranking is never prank where you eat.
Fail.
Who's your next suspect? Have we really considered Melvin? I'm your only suspect? The block's as good as stolen! The rest of you can stay and get stolen with it.
But say good-bye to the Great Melvin.
I'm gonna find a new block where that nickname will catch on.
-Should I get my own block too? -I want a block better than Tiny's! There are other blocks? What? No, nobody needs to leave.
We will save the block like we always do.
Yeah.
Yeah, when not endanger-fying this street, we are totally saving it.
In the meantime, you guys should just play.
[tense musical flourish.]
Ladies, we need to find more clues.
[breathing aggressively.]
Stand back, girls.
Tai chi is a form of martial arts.
Debatable, but, Bobby, we need your big book.
Oh, oh, do you mean The People's Harvestory of Harvey Street, the compendium where I keep record of everyone's every action on the block? Oh, my chi! [Audrey.]
Hey, maybe this is our bad guy! Is his arm even attached to a human? [Lotta.]
Ooh, or maybe these guys.
Remember them? They seemed like they were gonna be more of a threat.
Or what about Chevron, Dot's nemesis that one time? No.
Chevron has an alibi.
A virtual book signing on Right-Now-O-Gram.
[stomach rumbling.]
We're running out of grumbles! Come on, book! You had to see something! Show us something, or I will make you! Ha! Yah! Rah! Whoa, Lots, we need this guy alive.
Wait! There! [tense musical flourish.]
[gasps.]
Our thief! Let's chase down our lead, ladies.
Um Hmm.
Who do we know who's tall and covered in shadows? Looks like monsters are back on the table! Audrey, monsters aren't real.
It's clearly aliens.
Think about it.
Who else would want to and be able to steal an entire street but aliens looking for a nice cul-de-sac to raise a family? More believable than monsters, but, no, it must be something real, something logical, something like [gasps.]
raccoons! This is obviously five to eight raccoons standing on each other's shoulders.
We must question them as suspects! Let's do it! Even though I really lean towards Lotta's alien idea, but, hey, any excuse to yell at raccoons.
[birds screeching.]
The raccoons! All the animals! They're leaving the park! Um, Suze, what's going on? [Audrey.]
You are being chased by that? It's coming this way? If the jerk raccoons are being scared away, our suspect must be even jerkier.
But who's jerkier than raccoons? I hear aliens can be pretty jerky.
[stomach rumbles.]
Uh-oh.
My grumbles are coming faster and louder.
-We only have ten -[stomach rumbles.]
Ooh, nine grumbles left! We got to do something, Dot! People are starting to lose it! Buy me a new street, or eardrums will rupture.
[screams.]
When the street gets stolen, we'll have to flee in a hurry, and there might not be room for everyone.
Question is, who gets left behind? It's me, isn't it? Harvey Street, you've been so sweet But now it's time to press Delete To say good-bye and ugly cry [sobs.]
[gasps.]
Sorry, me, we got nothing.
You mean "We have nothing.
" No.
Things are so doomed, we have even lost proper grammar.
[gasps.]
[stomach rumbling.]
Got it.
No one can steal our block if they can't get on our block, so Yes! We're gonna build a monster moat! -Ooh, and a monster laser too? -As always, no monsters.
My fellow Streetians, our block is being taken over by an unidentified scary thing! If we must panic, I say we panic with a purpose! Let's build a trap for the alien and defend our block! [all cheering.]
Hey, just a thought.
Instead of panicking, what if we just told the truth? No one can see this.
It'll just scare people.
[chomping.]
[all chomping.]
[spitting.]
[dramatic music.]
You're our eyes in the skies.
If you see something, radio something.
Wait for me, Dot.
Now, remember, the Splashtomizer will soak anything it touches.
We only detonate as a last resort.
[shouts.]
I'd rather see Harvey Street under an ocean than get taken over by alien families! Ugh! As a safety measure, it will only pop if our three pins poke it at the same time.
Good call.
I would've regretted that pretty much immediately.
[tense music.]
[demonic growl.]
[growls.]
You shot me.
Good thing I'm immortal.
But I am going home.
[sneezes aggressively.]
Come back! What if we call you The Great The Bow? [sighs.]
Here, Dot.
You dropped something that looks like important evidence you withheld from the group.
[all gasp.]
This is the block stealer? Why were you hiding it? [gasps.]
OMEw, you girls are totes in cahoots with it! You trapped us so your alien BFF can steal us too! [scoffs.]
Maybe you're the BFF and you're trying to escape to warn them about us.
Just what an alien's BFF would say! Why would we work with the aliens against Harvey Street? Duh, to avoid becoming alien pets.
I don't want to be an alien pet! Unless we all are? Then I'm cool.
Obviously we can't trust anyone.
So I'm going to do the mature thing and hide under my blanket.
Oh, come on, people! [stomach rumbling.]
It's lunchtime.
They're near.
Prepare the Splashtomizer.
[gasps.]
Wait! Oh, I totally forgot I had scheduled the parrots for a postgame flyover.
-Phew! -But look! Harvey Street is supposed to be fun, and it's definitely not the right ecosystem for tumbleweeds.
If kids are not having a good time, then the street has already been stolen from us.
We chose fear over fun.
Maybe this was the mystery jerk's plan all along not to steal our street but to scare us into hiding as a distraction.
Oh, hi, Billy.
[all gasp.]
[gasps.]
Our HQ! Our tree! Our whole park! All redecorated with a tacky color palette.
And park law states if you decorate something, it's yours.
Someone else has dibs on our park! [slurps.]
That's the taste! The taste of fear [smacks lips.]
is banana lip balm? [gasps.]
What kind of banana-lip-balm-loving lunatic would do this? Only one.
[Audrey, echoing.]
My sister! [gasps.]
You have a sister? [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! [rousing orchestral music.]
Oh! [loud clatter.]
Aw, so close again! We just can't seem to master the final Twirling Face-Smush.
Without it, our ballet is just bal-lame.
Be honest.
Is it my feet? [gags.]
Not your feet.
But give us some credit.
I've gotten much better since we first became friends.
[dramatic organ music playing distantly.]
-[gasps.]
-Pinkeye? You like late Baroque era harmonic counterpoint? It's the perfect accompaniment to my favorite dance! [both.]
Sixteenth-century ballet, colon, the Arabasquian era! I never knew you had so much depth! I never knew you had so much depth! Oh, yeah.
I go real deep.
[snorts.]
Perhaps you'd care to dance? Uh, sure.
[groans.]
One sec, one sec.
Then we discovered we both love the same polite baking competition show, the same not-polite baking competition show Puzzles of the word and picture varieties Booger sculpting.
Uh, that one I appreciate more than love.
We have so much in common, except that I want to show off our dance, and you only ever want to meet me in secret at the darkest tree at the end of the junk heap? What? No! Besides, I thought you liked garbage.
Well, sure.
But I'd prefer the brightest tree at the front of the junk heap.
[shimmering.]
[gasps.]
Ah! [laughs.]
"Too many flamethrowers.
" Hey, Rock-'em-Dot-'em! Oh! It's been forever! Are you here looking for parts to build a flying, flaming trampoline too? [Pinkeye grunting.]
She's here hanging out with me, and we're [mumbling.]
Is that compost pile talking? [gasps.]
The stinkularity is here! No, it's the singularity, and that's not for another ten years.
So, yeah, great catching up.
Uh, good luck with the trashpoline.
Dot, we know what's going on here.
Ah, you do? Come on! Hanging out with us less, talking to compost piles more.
It's clear-vious that you are friends with [tense music.]
someone in the government who made you part of their underground spy network! Ooh, ooh, oh! What's your code name? Double-Oh-Dot? The Winter Magpie? Suzanne Bagels? Ladies, I am flattered, but I am not a spy.
Right.
And we are not gonna go now to not keep you from not doing spy stuff to not save the world.
Not.
Not.
[sighs.]
You're clearly embarrassed to tell anyone that we're friends.
But what I don't get is why.
[sighs.]
It's just kind of awkward to be friends with someone whose favorite color is dirt.
It's also my favorite accessory.
But if that's all that's stopping us from hanging out everywhere how about you help me clean up and class up a bit? You mean like [gasps.]
give you a makeover? Well, I was thinking a once-over with a damp paper towel, but sure! After all, a makeover is straight out of Those romantic comedies we both love! When I'm done, we will celebrate with a dance in front of the whole block! Yeah! But the armpit stains stay.
Each ring took a full month of hard-earned perspiration.
No.
No, I don't want to! -No, no, no, no! -You wanted to be clean.
No, it's like, I just feel I've had such a [grunts.]
-[whoopie cushion farts.]
-[laughs.]
That was wet! Resist laughing.
-[whoopie cushion farts.]
-[laughs.]
Again.
-[whoopie cushion farts.]
-[stifled laughter.]
Again! -[whoopie cushion farts.]
-[laughs.]
Oh, I get it now.
[clanking.]
[sighs.]
Again.
[whoopie cushion farts.]
[whoopie cushion farts.]
Pinkeye! You didn't laugh! I-I did it.
It'sit's a miracle.
[upbeat music.]
No, no.
That's a definite maybe.
[gasps.]
Kidizens of Harvey Street! I've gathered you all to watch a new dance by me and my new friend Please be me! Please be me! Hubert McKenzenie Willingham! [whispering.]
Pinkeye, that's you.
[all gasp.]
[Lucretia.]
Wow! Bravo and brava! Pinkeye, you're beautiful.
Classic Dot making the impossible possible.
[all cheering.]
They like me.
They really like me! [Melvin.]
Yay! Winner, winner, chicken dinner! You know who else wears suits? Waiters! Yes, but also secret agents.
[gasps.]
He must be working undercover with Dot while waiting tables on the side.
And now Mr.
Willingham and I shall perform the Dance of the Thousand Crepes in Springtime.
[camera shutter clicks.]
Oh, right.
You guys can fawn over my stunning new persona later.
-Ah! -What? But I need to fawn now! It's okay, Pinkeye.
This dance is 450 years old.
It can wait another day.
Makeover successful and could make for a good college admissions essay.
Oh, I love practicing runway poses.
My Tilted Chin Fire Smize is pretty legendary.
Ah! You're in his light! -[camera shutter clicks.]
-Oh, please.
I thought we were gonna rehearse our dance and then dish about last night's impolite baking show.
Oh, can we do it tomorrow? I'm in the middle of a Right-Now-O-Gram photoshoot right now.
[camera shutter clicking.]
Hmm, well, such is the price of a quality makeover.
[chuckles.]
Fine, tomorrow.
Ooh.
Hang tomorrow? I'm with a fan.
Now sign Dollcretia's doll.
Ooh, can we boba tomorrow? Bobby's launching a new line of juices, and I'm his celebrity sponsor.
[slurping.]
All sold out.
What are you talking about? I'm just here to see my friend Pinkeye.
This is the hottest ticket on the block.
If you really want to see his in-person interview, I might be able to sneak you in for a price.
[sighs.]
Here.
Only three punches? Ugh, please.
[groans.]
[shimmering.]
You guys are here for Pinkeye too? Yeah, I love celebrity interviews.
Plus, our flaming trampoline exploded.
Not saying it's your fault, but Welcome to the first live-taping of This American Eye, with special guest Pinkeye! [gasps, sighs dreamily.]
The question on everyone's mind is how do we become good-looking, and therefore better, like you? It's simple really.
You just have to ditch your sense of you and change everything to follow society's definition of beauty.
Somebody special taught me that.
Totally forget her name.
[gasps.]
Yeah, like you, you'd have to style your hair a different way.
And you'd have to ditch that tacky cape.
And you lose that crown.
This isn't some comic book from the '50s.
They do make hair dye, you know.
[groans.]
A headband would be more flattering for your bone structure.
Who says I have bones? And you.
White stripe on black? You look like a road.
[gasps.]
[all gasp.]
This is awful! Celebrities are supposed to wield their influence for good, not for heart ouchies! A clean Pinkeye is a mean Pinkeye.
Pinkeye, it's not nice to critique other people's appearances.
Well, but that's what you did to me, and I turned out great.
Speaking of, dots are so last season.
[gasps.]
And that concludes today's episode.
If you liked what you heard, please subscribe.
Thumbs up.
I think I broke Pinkeye.
[chittering.]
[screams.]
"Meet me at the park.
Signed, an old friend.
P.
S.
, dots never go out of season.
" [rousing orchestral music.]
Why is she wearing that outfit? Hi, I'm an expert dance interpreter, thanks to my extensive study of the Crush 4U step-ertoire.
[clears throat.]
Each of Dot's moves is one part of a greater metaphor about appreciating people for who they are on the inside, not the outside.
[all gasp and ooh.]
Did Dot wash my old clothes before wearing them? The answer is in your heart.
She likes me for me! -She washed them, though, right? -Five times.
She's still Dot.
[dramatic musical flourish.]
[all cheering.]
Guys, guys, everybody! I'm sorry about what I said earlier.
I got caught up in being the ultimate human specimen, but, Dot, you reminded me what really matters.
Friendship? Oh, I was gonna say dance, dance, dance! But, yeah, friendship makes more sense.
I'm sorry too.
I forgot that absolute makeovers corrupt absolutely.
I shouldn't have tried to change you, especially since I'm proud to be your friend dirt, pit stains, and all.
Really? Oh, I'm so glad you said that.
I've been sucking it in this whole time.
[sighs.]
[grunts approvingly.]
Aw, you guys are cute-dorable, even if you're not spies after all.
But, uh, what's up with your eye? [throbbing.]
Yeah, conjunctivitis is extremely contagious.
[chorus.]
Yeah! [upbeat rock music.]
[chorus.]
Hey! My fellow Streetians, every day on Harvey Street is extraordinary.
Why, just yesterday, the parrots debuted their new memoir, Polly Wants More Than A Cracker.
But today is extra extraordinary, for today we finally finish the first game of Harvey Street rules kickball, when, at long last, one team hits 1,000 points! -[all cheering.]
-Yeah! Harvey Street! May the best team win, for in the words of our founder, Harvey Enough talking! This is supposed to be kickball, not listen-ball.
But if it was, you'd be about to lose that game too.
Oh, yeah? Care to make a wager? When we win, you throw us a parade, and I get to stand there and wave like this.
Oh, you're on.
But when we win, I get first lick on any ice cream you get for the next year and your -[Tiny.]
Hand! -I was gonna say crown.
But a third hand could come in handy too.
No, look! Where I'm pointing! [all gasp.]
[dramatic music.]
[all gasp.]
Someone stole Harvey E.
Harveson's hand? [Lotta.]
Everybody remain calm.
The Harvey Girls got this.
Hmm.
I don't see any fingerprints.
Mm, yeah, I don't taste any either.
[smacks lips.]
But I do taste fear [smacks lips.]
terror.
[smacks lips.]
That's it! Monsters.
No.
Ooh, they left a note! That's nice.
"Thanks for giving us a hand.
We'll be back at lunch to steal the rest of your block"? That is not nice.
-[gasps.]
-You can steal a street? Boo! Is this a new thing people are doing that I don't know about? Whoa, hold your scaredy cats, okay? We got until lunchtime, and according to my stomach-clock [stomach rumbling.]
plenty of time to build monster traps, monster catapults, monster moats made of monsters on our side Still not monsters.
And what we need to do is figure out who it is.
You'll solve this way before lunch, Dot.
Dot? [both gasp.]
Oh, no, the note crashed Dot! We're at problem level orange.
Walk me through our clues, inner me.
The statue's hand points west to the Pacific Ocean.
-The Pacific Ocean extends to Australia.
-No.
The note was written in cursive.
Cursive is used by pirates.
-Pirates are -No.
Fear tastes gross.
Gross tastes like monsters.
-Monsters want to steal our -Do not insult us, inner me.
Then face it, outer me, we simply do not know.
Got this.
Ah! I told you, that's not a human's Control-Alt-Delete.
Any idea who wants to steal our street? Yes.
Why, I already have a whole list of suspects, starting with -Melvin! -Why would I steal my own street? Duh, because you live to prank.
Double-duh, first rule of pranking is never prank where you eat.
Fail.
Who's your next suspect? Have we really considered Melvin? I'm your only suspect? The block's as good as stolen! The rest of you can stay and get stolen with it.
But say good-bye to the Great Melvin.
I'm gonna find a new block where that nickname will catch on.
-Should I get my own block too? -I want a block better than Tiny's! There are other blocks? What? No, nobody needs to leave.
We will save the block like we always do.
Yeah.
Yeah, when not endanger-fying this street, we are totally saving it.
In the meantime, you guys should just play.
[tense musical flourish.]
Ladies, we need to find more clues.
[breathing aggressively.]
Stand back, girls.
Tai chi is a form of martial arts.
Debatable, but, Bobby, we need your big book.
Oh, oh, do you mean The People's Harvestory of Harvey Street, the compendium where I keep record of everyone's every action on the block? Oh, my chi! [Audrey.]
Hey, maybe this is our bad guy! Is his arm even attached to a human? [Lotta.]
Ooh, or maybe these guys.
Remember them? They seemed like they were gonna be more of a threat.
Or what about Chevron, Dot's nemesis that one time? No.
Chevron has an alibi.
A virtual book signing on Right-Now-O-Gram.
[stomach rumbling.]
We're running out of grumbles! Come on, book! You had to see something! Show us something, or I will make you! Ha! Yah! Rah! Whoa, Lots, we need this guy alive.
Wait! There! [tense musical flourish.]
[gasps.]
Our thief! Let's chase down our lead, ladies.
Um Hmm.
Who do we know who's tall and covered in shadows? Looks like monsters are back on the table! Audrey, monsters aren't real.
It's clearly aliens.
Think about it.
Who else would want to and be able to steal an entire street but aliens looking for a nice cul-de-sac to raise a family? More believable than monsters, but, no, it must be something real, something logical, something like [gasps.]
raccoons! This is obviously five to eight raccoons standing on each other's shoulders.
We must question them as suspects! Let's do it! Even though I really lean towards Lotta's alien idea, but, hey, any excuse to yell at raccoons.
[birds screeching.]
The raccoons! All the animals! They're leaving the park! Um, Suze, what's going on? [Audrey.]
You are being chased by that? It's coming this way? If the jerk raccoons are being scared away, our suspect must be even jerkier.
But who's jerkier than raccoons? I hear aliens can be pretty jerky.
[stomach rumbles.]
Uh-oh.
My grumbles are coming faster and louder.
-We only have ten -[stomach rumbles.]
Ooh, nine grumbles left! We got to do something, Dot! People are starting to lose it! Buy me a new street, or eardrums will rupture.
[screams.]
When the street gets stolen, we'll have to flee in a hurry, and there might not be room for everyone.
Question is, who gets left behind? It's me, isn't it? Harvey Street, you've been so sweet But now it's time to press Delete To say good-bye and ugly cry [sobs.]
[gasps.]
Sorry, me, we got nothing.
You mean "We have nothing.
" No.
Things are so doomed, we have even lost proper grammar.
[gasps.]
[stomach rumbling.]
Got it.
No one can steal our block if they can't get on our block, so Yes! We're gonna build a monster moat! -Ooh, and a monster laser too? -As always, no monsters.
My fellow Streetians, our block is being taken over by an unidentified scary thing! If we must panic, I say we panic with a purpose! Let's build a trap for the alien and defend our block! [all cheering.]
Hey, just a thought.
Instead of panicking, what if we just told the truth? No one can see this.
It'll just scare people.
[chomping.]
[all chomping.]
[spitting.]
[dramatic music.]
You're our eyes in the skies.
If you see something, radio something.
Wait for me, Dot.
Now, remember, the Splashtomizer will soak anything it touches.
We only detonate as a last resort.
[shouts.]
I'd rather see Harvey Street under an ocean than get taken over by alien families! Ugh! As a safety measure, it will only pop if our three pins poke it at the same time.
Good call.
I would've regretted that pretty much immediately.
[tense music.]
[demonic growl.]
[growls.]
You shot me.
Good thing I'm immortal.
But I am going home.
[sneezes aggressively.]
Come back! What if we call you The Great The Bow? [sighs.]
Here, Dot.
You dropped something that looks like important evidence you withheld from the group.
[all gasp.]
This is the block stealer? Why were you hiding it? [gasps.]
OMEw, you girls are totes in cahoots with it! You trapped us so your alien BFF can steal us too! [scoffs.]
Maybe you're the BFF and you're trying to escape to warn them about us.
Just what an alien's BFF would say! Why would we work with the aliens against Harvey Street? Duh, to avoid becoming alien pets.
I don't want to be an alien pet! Unless we all are? Then I'm cool.
Obviously we can't trust anyone.
So I'm going to do the mature thing and hide under my blanket.
Oh, come on, people! [stomach rumbling.]
It's lunchtime.
They're near.
Prepare the Splashtomizer.
[gasps.]
Wait! Oh, I totally forgot I had scheduled the parrots for a postgame flyover.
-Phew! -But look! Harvey Street is supposed to be fun, and it's definitely not the right ecosystem for tumbleweeds.
If kids are not having a good time, then the street has already been stolen from us.
We chose fear over fun.
Maybe this was the mystery jerk's plan all along not to steal our street but to scare us into hiding as a distraction.
Oh, hi, Billy.
[all gasp.]
[gasps.]
Our HQ! Our tree! Our whole park! All redecorated with a tacky color palette.
And park law states if you decorate something, it's yours.
Someone else has dibs on our park! [slurps.]
That's the taste! The taste of fear [smacks lips.]
is banana lip balm? [gasps.]
What kind of banana-lip-balm-loving lunatic would do this? Only one.
[Audrey, echoing.]
My sister! [gasps.]
You have a sister? [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!