Smiling Friends (2020) s03e05 Episode Script
Pim and Charlie Save Mother Nature
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
-(ENGINE HISSES AND STOPS)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(SIGHING) Ah!
You smell that, boys?
That's the smell
of a well-earned vacation.
I think that smell
is animal feces.
Actually, that's Boss feces.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, I can't wait
to reconnect with nature!
Is this like the Brazil thing
where it's gonna be
like a big fake-out,
or is this an actual
real vacation this time?
-Um, yeah, I think
this feels more real.
-No, no, this one's for real.
This feels real.
All right, make yourselves
at home.
If you guys get hungry,
there's all the slop
you can eat.
I got a sweet hot tub
in the back
you can chill out in.
And I got Super Monkey Ball
for the GameCube.
Oh, I love Super Monkey Ball.
Dude, you like
Super Monkey Ball?
Pim. Bro, I knew
I liked you, dude.
-Come here. Bring it in.
-Oh, tha--
-Bring it in, brother.
-Thanks, Mr. Boss. That's nice.
What's the Wi-Fi password,
Mr. Boss?
Oh, yeah, um
It's I, underscore, hate,
underscore, Allan, 58,
and that's-- it's all lowercase.
-Hey, what's this, Mr. Boss?
-Oh, that?
Well, that's a painting
of the mysterious Brown Blur.
It's a cryptid
that allegedly roams
these very woods.
Legend has it, the man
who painted it went insane
and died immediately.
I bet a real photograph
of the Brown Blur
would be worth a lot of money.
If someone could get it.
Wait, really?
Like a-- Like a lot?
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
All right, I'm going to go
for a hike up the mountain.
-Does anyone want to come?
-Yeah, I'll go.
Cool, let's go.
By the way,
did "i hate allan" work?
Yeah, it worked.
Good. Good.
I didn't think you'd want
to come on a hike
with me, Charlie.
Dude, I don't really
care about hiking.
I just came along
to get a picture
of that creature the boss
was just talking about
so I could make oodles
and oodles of money from it.
Do you think you could actually
get a photo?
Oh, absolutely. Pim, dude,
if I didn't work with you
at Smiling Friends, I would
totally be like an elite spy
working at like, you know,
the FBI or the CIA or something.
And I, you know, I try
to hide that side of me
'cause I know
I'm so good at it.
But, yeah, there's definitely
like a beast
within me that I
that I keep from you
'cause I don't want
to freak you out and stuff.
-Oh, okay.
-(BUSH RUSTLING)
Wait. (SHUSHES).
Quiet, Pim. Quiet.
-(RUSTLING CONTINUES)
-(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Yo, what's up?
It's me, Moth Man.
Legendary cryptid.
Uh, we're actually looking
for a different cryptid
called the Brown Blur.
Do you know who that is,
where that might be?
Nope, never heard of it.
But if you want,
you can get a photo with me.
No thanks, man.
We're all good, man.
We're all good.
Ah, suit yourself, stupid.
Moth Man away.
I'm gonna take a bridge down.
(LAUGHS)
-Whoo! Whoo! (COUGHS)
-(WINGS FLUTTERING RAPIDLY)
I don't know
if I really like Moth Man.
He-- He seems a bit off.
Yeah, dude, Moth Man sucks.
He really is the worst cryptid.
He doesn't really look
like a moth, does he?
No, I was gonna say he looked
more like a man-moth.
-(OWL HOOTING)
-(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
CHARLIE: (COUGHS) Goddamnit,
I need to sit for a second.
I just need
to sit for one second.
-Yeah.
-Yeah, sure.
We should probably
turn back soon, too.
(SODA CAN HISSES)
What's with all
this rubbish around here?
-This is awful.
-I don't know.
Charlie, what are you doing?
There's already trash
everywhere anyway, dude.
Who cares?
That doesn't mean we have
to make it worse.
MOTHER NATURE: (IN HOLLOW VOICE)
(COUGHS) Oh, thank you.
I could barely breathe.
What? Who said that?
MOTHER NATURE: Down here.
Who threw that awful trash
on me just now?
Uh, I think it was
-Some Moth Man. Some Moth Man
ran in and did that. Ran off.
-Yeah, it was Moth Man.
-Did that after that.
-Yeah, Moth-- Ran away.
Oh, okay.
Well, thank you for helping me.
No problem.
I'm Pim and this is
my hiking partner, Charlie!
Pleased to meet you,
Pim and Charlie.
I'm Mother Nature.
Mother Nature?
Wait, as in
like the Mother Nature?
The very same. (COUGHS)
Oh, are you okay?
MOTHER NATURE: No, I'm not.
All these people littering
has made me weak and sick.
(COUGHS)
Oh, is there anything we can do
to help you?
Actually, we're busy, so sorry,
-we can't really stop the--
-Well, since you asked,
-there is something you can do.
-(VIBRANT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
To help me it's a simple task
There's just one thing ♪
That I would ask
Roll up your sleeves ♪
And do your part
Look into your delicious heart ♪
And clean up ♪
Clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
Being sick is very bad ♪
-But if you clean ♪
-♪You won't be sad ♪
(IN TANDEM) Yay! ♪
Clean up this nasty
Nasty filth ♪
No, no thanks.
I don't have
any gloves or anything.
MOTHER NATURE:
Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please ♪
All this trash
Is making me sneeze, achoo ♪
We're sick and dying
So if you don't ♪
Us funny characters
We'll surely croak ♪
Come on Charlie, let's clean up
for Mother Nature!
(SCOFFS) All right, just--
just for a bit.
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
-(MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
-(WATER BUBBLING)
Which one of you boys
wants a hot dog?
-(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
-Mm, Glep wants his nommies.
-(WATER SPLASHING)
-Yo, Allan!
How do you
like your wiener, dawg?
I don't want no hot dog.
I've got other things
to worry about.
I need to draft a long email
for our insurance.
Allan, like, relax, man.
We're on vacation, brother.
It's time to chill out.
That's easy for you to say.
I have a lot
of responsibilit-eyes.
Allan, I may be "the boss,"
but I'm also
an employee of life.
And I've learned that sometimes
you gotta let your hair down
and smell the hot dogs.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(GROANS EMPHATICALLY)
That's nice, but I still
do not want the hotdog.
(SOBS) The last time
I try to make a fucking
hotdog for you, man!
-(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
-(SQUISHY THUD)
Do you think I was
in the wrong there, Glep?
Yeah.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(RUMBLING)
(BRIGHT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Wow, I feel much better now!
-Thank you!
-Of course!
And thank you
for the lovely song.
No, thank you, Pim!
Have a wonderful blueberry, Pim!
Oh wow,
what a marvelous blueberry.
All right, nice knowing you.
Let's go, Pim.
Goodbye!
-Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! ♪
-(KISSES) Goodbye!
Oh, that was so cool.
I can't believe we met
Mother Nature.
And all the other characters.
(GULPS, MUNCHES)
-Mm!
-Pim, don't ever do that again.
Hey, hey, hey, sorry, sorry.
I'm so glad you guys
didn't leave. It's me again.
Look. Uh, do you guys have
like, WhatsApp, or Instagram,
or Facebook or Twitter?
Look, dude, I just gotta be
honest with you.
I'm sorry, man.
We're not interested, dude, so--
-(SCREAMS)
-Oh my God!
Ha! Got him!
ALL: Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Why did you do that?
Because he littered
on me before.
Thank heavens you saw
who it was, or else
he might have gotten away
with his crime.
Look, Mother Nature,
I'm against littering
as much as you,
but I don't think you should be
killing people over it.
That's illegal.
You're right.
Quick, put the body in my mouth.
We must hide the evidence.
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
(VIBRANT TUNE PLAYS, FADES) ♪
Shplanko! (LAUGHS) I win!
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Hey, Mr. Boss.
Sorry about
the hot dog incident before.
No, it's okay, Allan.
I just (SIGHS)
I want you
to have a nice vacation.
And I don't want you stressed
and working all the time.
It's not good for you, man.
Well, I guess I can try
to relax for a bit.
What are you doing here?
Playing Shplanko. Wanna join?
Sure.
-(OVEN BELL RINGS)
-Oh, my cookies are done!
Yay! (GRUNTS)
(PANTING HEAVILY)
(CHUCKLES, GRUNTS)
-(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-Ooh, cookies. How delectable.
May I have a cookie, Mr. Boss?
Allan, what are you doing
all the way over there?
I can barely hear you.
Cookie delivery for Allan.
(CHUCKLES) Where do I sign?
(CHUCKLES) Nowhere. It's free.
(MUNCHES) Mm. Delicious.
-Yeah, it is.
-Yeah.
-(NOTIFICATION DINGS)
-More emails.
You know what?
Fook this effing laptop.
-I'm on vacation!
-(GLASS SHATTERS)
That was a work laptop, Allan,
but I am happy for you.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(MUNCHES)
Yes, I feel like myself again.
I wonder if there's
any more litterers
around these woods.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
Pim, we need to run now!
We can't, Charlie.
If we don't stop her,
she's gonna kill lots of people.
Dude, why'd you have
to stop and talk to a hole
in the first place, man?
Well, this wouldn't have
happened if you didn't
throw away that can
on her, Charlie!
-What?
-Oh, uh, nothing.
You were the ones
who littered that can?
-No, wait, stop!
-Mommy, Mommy, they lied!
Moth Man didn't litter!
It was that yellow thing!
What? I killed Moth Man
for no reason?
-(SCREAMS) You will pay!
-(GROWLS)
-Charlie!
-(GROANS)
Oh, I hope the boss, Allan,
and Glep swoop in
and save us at the last second!
(BOTH MOANING)
(SCREAMING)
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
(ALL GAGGING, RETCHING)
Oh my God, dude, Pim,
you saved my life, man.
Of course, Charlie,
you're my best friend,
but I'm just a bit worried.
Do you think
that's going to have any
negative repercussions
on the planet,
killing Mother Nature like that?
Yeah, I wouldn't even
worry about it.
Hey, by the way, uh,
I actually do feel
-like playing
Super Monkey Ball now.
-Super Monkey Ball?
-Dude, I was--
-Yeah! Let's go play
Super Monkey Ball!
I've been thinking
about it non-stop
since the boss
brought it up, actually.
CHARLIE: Dude, even when
I was being lowered
into the freaking mouth,
I was thinking
about playing Super Monkey Ball.
(DRONE BUZZING)
-Morning.
-Good morning, Allan.
Hey, thanks for licking
those cookie crumbs
off my stomach last night.
That's all right.
Hey, thanks for teaching me
how to relax.
I feel totally refreshed.
No problem!
(SCOFFS) Well, there they are.
What the hell happened
to you two?
We met Mother Nature
and she tried to eat Charlie.
And she killed Moth Man, too.
Yeah, and I didn't
find the Brown Blur,
so, you know,
maybe I wasn't as good
of a cryptid hunter
as I thought I was.
What cryptid?
The painting of the cryptid
that you showed me,
the Brown Blur thing.
Oh! Oh, the painting.
Dude, I was joking.
That's a picture of the inside
of my asshole.
It's from a colonoscopy.
I thought you knew that.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(SIGHS) Moth Man, my son,
was the apple of my eye.
(SNIFFING) I can't do it.
Can't do it.
(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
-(ENGINE HISSES AND STOPS)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(SIGHING) Ah!
You smell that, boys?
That's the smell
of a well-earned vacation.
I think that smell
is animal feces.
Actually, that's Boss feces.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, I can't wait
to reconnect with nature!
Is this like the Brazil thing
where it's gonna be
like a big fake-out,
or is this an actual
real vacation this time?
-Um, yeah, I think
this feels more real.
-No, no, this one's for real.
This feels real.
All right, make yourselves
at home.
If you guys get hungry,
there's all the slop
you can eat.
I got a sweet hot tub
in the back
you can chill out in.
And I got Super Monkey Ball
for the GameCube.
Oh, I love Super Monkey Ball.
Dude, you like
Super Monkey Ball?
Pim. Bro, I knew
I liked you, dude.
-Come here. Bring it in.
-Oh, tha--
-Bring it in, brother.
-Thanks, Mr. Boss. That's nice.
What's the Wi-Fi password,
Mr. Boss?
Oh, yeah, um
It's I, underscore, hate,
underscore, Allan, 58,
and that's-- it's all lowercase.
-Hey, what's this, Mr. Boss?
-Oh, that?
Well, that's a painting
of the mysterious Brown Blur.
It's a cryptid
that allegedly roams
these very woods.
Legend has it, the man
who painted it went insane
and died immediately.
I bet a real photograph
of the Brown Blur
would be worth a lot of money.
If someone could get it.
Wait, really?
Like a-- Like a lot?
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
All right, I'm going to go
for a hike up the mountain.
-Does anyone want to come?
-Yeah, I'll go.
Cool, let's go.
By the way,
did "i hate allan" work?
Yeah, it worked.
Good. Good.
I didn't think you'd want
to come on a hike
with me, Charlie.
Dude, I don't really
care about hiking.
I just came along
to get a picture
of that creature the boss
was just talking about
so I could make oodles
and oodles of money from it.
Do you think you could actually
get a photo?
Oh, absolutely. Pim, dude,
if I didn't work with you
at Smiling Friends, I would
totally be like an elite spy
working at like, you know,
the FBI or the CIA or something.
And I, you know, I try
to hide that side of me
'cause I know
I'm so good at it.
But, yeah, there's definitely
like a beast
within me that I
that I keep from you
'cause I don't want
to freak you out and stuff.
-Oh, okay.
-(BUSH RUSTLING)
Wait. (SHUSHES).
Quiet, Pim. Quiet.
-(RUSTLING CONTINUES)
-(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Yo, what's up?
It's me, Moth Man.
Legendary cryptid.
Uh, we're actually looking
for a different cryptid
called the Brown Blur.
Do you know who that is,
where that might be?
Nope, never heard of it.
But if you want,
you can get a photo with me.
No thanks, man.
We're all good, man.
We're all good.
Ah, suit yourself, stupid.
Moth Man away.
I'm gonna take a bridge down.
(LAUGHS)
-Whoo! Whoo! (COUGHS)
-(WINGS FLUTTERING RAPIDLY)
I don't know
if I really like Moth Man.
He-- He seems a bit off.
Yeah, dude, Moth Man sucks.
He really is the worst cryptid.
He doesn't really look
like a moth, does he?
No, I was gonna say he looked
more like a man-moth.
-(OWL HOOTING)
-(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
CHARLIE: (COUGHS) Goddamnit,
I need to sit for a second.
I just need
to sit for one second.
-Yeah.
-Yeah, sure.
We should probably
turn back soon, too.
(SODA CAN HISSES)
What's with all
this rubbish around here?
-This is awful.
-I don't know.
Charlie, what are you doing?
There's already trash
everywhere anyway, dude.
Who cares?
That doesn't mean we have
to make it worse.
MOTHER NATURE: (IN HOLLOW VOICE)
(COUGHS) Oh, thank you.
I could barely breathe.
What? Who said that?
MOTHER NATURE: Down here.
Who threw that awful trash
on me just now?
Uh, I think it was
-Some Moth Man. Some Moth Man
ran in and did that. Ran off.
-Yeah, it was Moth Man.
-Did that after that.
-Yeah, Moth-- Ran away.
Oh, okay.
Well, thank you for helping me.
No problem.
I'm Pim and this is
my hiking partner, Charlie!
Pleased to meet you,
Pim and Charlie.
I'm Mother Nature.
Mother Nature?
Wait, as in
like the Mother Nature?
The very same. (COUGHS)
Oh, are you okay?
MOTHER NATURE: No, I'm not.
All these people littering
has made me weak and sick.
(COUGHS)
Oh, is there anything we can do
to help you?
Actually, we're busy, so sorry,
-we can't really stop the--
-Well, since you asked,
-there is something you can do.
-(VIBRANT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
To help me it's a simple task
There's just one thing ♪
That I would ask
Roll up your sleeves ♪
And do your part
Look into your delicious heart ♪
And clean up ♪
Clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
Being sick is very bad ♪
-But if you clean ♪
-♪You won't be sad ♪
(IN TANDEM) Yay! ♪
Clean up this nasty
Nasty filth ♪
No, no thanks.
I don't have
any gloves or anything.
MOTHER NATURE:
Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please ♪
All this trash
Is making me sneeze, achoo ♪
We're sick and dying
So if you don't ♪
Us funny characters
We'll surely croak ♪
Come on Charlie, let's clean up
for Mother Nature!
(SCOFFS) All right, just--
just for a bit.
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
-(MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
-(WATER BUBBLING)
Which one of you boys
wants a hot dog?
-(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
-Mm, Glep wants his nommies.
-(WATER SPLASHING)
-Yo, Allan!
How do you
like your wiener, dawg?
I don't want no hot dog.
I've got other things
to worry about.
I need to draft a long email
for our insurance.
Allan, like, relax, man.
We're on vacation, brother.
It's time to chill out.
That's easy for you to say.
I have a lot
of responsibilit-eyes.
Allan, I may be "the boss,"
but I'm also
an employee of life.
And I've learned that sometimes
you gotta let your hair down
and smell the hot dogs.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(GROANS EMPHATICALLY)
That's nice, but I still
do not want the hotdog.
(SOBS) The last time
I try to make a fucking
hotdog for you, man!
-(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
-(SQUISHY THUD)
Do you think I was
in the wrong there, Glep?
Yeah.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(RUMBLING)
(BRIGHT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Wow, I feel much better now!
-Thank you!
-Of course!
And thank you
for the lovely song.
No, thank you, Pim!
Have a wonderful blueberry, Pim!
Oh wow,
what a marvelous blueberry.
All right, nice knowing you.
Let's go, Pim.
Goodbye!
-Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! ♪
-(KISSES) Goodbye!
Oh, that was so cool.
I can't believe we met
Mother Nature.
And all the other characters.
(GULPS, MUNCHES)
-Mm!
-Pim, don't ever do that again.
Hey, hey, hey, sorry, sorry.
I'm so glad you guys
didn't leave. It's me again.
Look. Uh, do you guys have
like, WhatsApp, or Instagram,
or Facebook or Twitter?
Look, dude, I just gotta be
honest with you.
I'm sorry, man.
We're not interested, dude, so--
-(SCREAMS)
-Oh my God!
Ha! Got him!
ALL: Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Why did you do that?
Because he littered
on me before.
Thank heavens you saw
who it was, or else
he might have gotten away
with his crime.
Look, Mother Nature,
I'm against littering
as much as you,
but I don't think you should be
killing people over it.
That's illegal.
You're right.
Quick, put the body in my mouth.
We must hide the evidence.
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
(VIBRANT TUNE PLAYS, FADES) ♪
Shplanko! (LAUGHS) I win!
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Hey, Mr. Boss.
Sorry about
the hot dog incident before.
No, it's okay, Allan.
I just (SIGHS)
I want you
to have a nice vacation.
And I don't want you stressed
and working all the time.
It's not good for you, man.
Well, I guess I can try
to relax for a bit.
What are you doing here?
Playing Shplanko. Wanna join?
Sure.
-(OVEN BELL RINGS)
-Oh, my cookies are done!
Yay! (GRUNTS)
(PANTING HEAVILY)
(CHUCKLES, GRUNTS)
-(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-Ooh, cookies. How delectable.
May I have a cookie, Mr. Boss?
Allan, what are you doing
all the way over there?
I can barely hear you.
Cookie delivery for Allan.
(CHUCKLES) Where do I sign?
(CHUCKLES) Nowhere. It's free.
(MUNCHES) Mm. Delicious.
-Yeah, it is.
-Yeah.
-(NOTIFICATION DINGS)
-More emails.
You know what?
Fook this effing laptop.
-I'm on vacation!
-(GLASS SHATTERS)
That was a work laptop, Allan,
but I am happy for you.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(MUNCHES)
Yes, I feel like myself again.
I wonder if there's
any more litterers
around these woods.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
Pim, we need to run now!
We can't, Charlie.
If we don't stop her,
she's gonna kill lots of people.
Dude, why'd you have
to stop and talk to a hole
in the first place, man?
Well, this wouldn't have
happened if you didn't
throw away that can
on her, Charlie!
-What?
-Oh, uh, nothing.
You were the ones
who littered that can?
-No, wait, stop!
-Mommy, Mommy, they lied!
Moth Man didn't litter!
It was that yellow thing!
What? I killed Moth Man
for no reason?
-(SCREAMS) You will pay!
-(GROWLS)
-Charlie!
-(GROANS)
Oh, I hope the boss, Allan,
and Glep swoop in
and save us at the last second!
(BOTH MOANING)
(SCREAMING)
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
Clean up, clean up
Clean up the filth ♪
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
(ALL GAGGING, RETCHING)
Oh my God, dude, Pim,
you saved my life, man.
Of course, Charlie,
you're my best friend,
but I'm just a bit worried.
Do you think
that's going to have any
negative repercussions
on the planet,
killing Mother Nature like that?
Yeah, I wouldn't even
worry about it.
Hey, by the way, uh,
I actually do feel
-like playing
Super Monkey Ball now.
-Super Monkey Ball?
-Dude, I was--
-Yeah! Let's go play
Super Monkey Ball!
I've been thinking
about it non-stop
since the boss
brought it up, actually.
CHARLIE: Dude, even when
I was being lowered
into the freaking mouth,
I was thinking
about playing Super Monkey Ball.
(DRONE BUZZING)
-Morning.
-Good morning, Allan.
Hey, thanks for licking
those cookie crumbs
off my stomach last night.
That's all right.
Hey, thanks for teaching me
how to relax.
I feel totally refreshed.
No problem!
(SCOFFS) Well, there they are.
What the hell happened
to you two?
We met Mother Nature
and she tried to eat Charlie.
And she killed Moth Man, too.
Yeah, and I didn't
find the Brown Blur,
so, you know,
maybe I wasn't as good
of a cryptid hunter
as I thought I was.
What cryptid?
The painting of the cryptid
that you showed me,
the Brown Blur thing.
Oh! Oh, the painting.
Dude, I was joking.
That's a picture of the inside
of my asshole.
It's from a colonoscopy.
I thought you knew that.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(SIGHS) Moth Man, my son,
was the apple of my eye.
(SNIFFING) I can't do it.
Can't do it.