I Heart Arlo (2021) s01e11 Episode Script

Swamp Itch

It's original ♪
Like me.
[opening theme music plays]
[Arlo] We all need
Someone to hold us up ♪
To help us on
We make each other better ♪
Though the world's not always right
Tough times, they can make us strong ♪
We all belong
We're beautiful together ♪
We're beautiful together ♪
[relaxing cruise music plays]
I own this one, this one this,
this, this, this, these
but something isn't quite right yet.
Ah-ha! I need to buy this.
This is very expensive
but very cute. [chuckles]
[bird screeches]
[shrill notes play]
[bird screeches]
Something's amiss!
- [seagulls squawking]
- [bird screeches in distance]
- [man] It's Mayor Elena.
- [woman] She's here!
Thank you.
Thank you, residents of Seaside!
Because of you all,
we've officially banished
those supernaturally strong seagulls
to the sewers where they belong!
And I can finally enjoy a bite
of authentic Seaside pizza.
[munching] Mm. Mmm-mm.
Arlo, my little man.
How are the final touch-ups going?
We're on track. Plumbing works
in every [scratches]infrastructure!
- Hey, who cleaned up my water?
- [camera shutter clicks]
- Was it you?
- [both scream, panting]
[Arlo] Ghosts were chased out
of places we don't want haunted
Get 'em, Furlecia!
and relocated to the places
we do want haunted!
If you guys are gonna stay here,
I have one rule
There are no rules!
- [dance music plays]
- [ghosts moaning excitedly]
Otherwise, everything is in tip-top shape
[in prospector voice] until the snow
comes and collapses the mines
Uh, what?
Ooph! I am so sorry.
I got this sweater in the mail from Edmee
and ever since I put it on
I've been feeling a little off.
Oh, well, it's a cute sweater.
It sure is comfy.
And it sure makes me
- [gasps, shudders]
- [dramatic sting]
- [all] Ugh!
- [woman] Why?
What on earth is that?
Oh no. I think it might be swamp itch!
Oh no, honey,
you have not been moisturizing, have you?
No, swamp itch
is kind of like chicken pox. Whoo!
With bad fevers and chills,
that turn into intense hallucinations.
It's highly contagious. Ah
I call dibs on not being
the one to take care of him.
[Ansel] Don't worry!
I will take care of my baby boy.
I sensed you were sick.
- Oh, that's a dad.
- Mm-hmm!
Yes. I am. I can take it from here.
I may be new at this,
but I brought backup.
[baby giggles]
If this is contagious,
you should all keep your distance,
at least for the first 24 hours.
Bertie, Furlecia! You can stay with me!
- Girls' night! Whoo!
- Whoo! Let's do this.
- Girls' night. It's gonna be lit.
- [ghosts moaning]
[seagulls squawking]
- Here you go. Can you walk up?
- [grunting repeatedly]
Oh no. Here,
let's get this sweater off of you.
Arlo, got another package for you.
- From Edmee.
- [dramatic sting]
N-No! No more packages from the swamp!
- Is Arlo okay?
- [grunting repeatedly]
[chuckles] Um, no, but, uh
Ah, he will be. Ah! Please excuse us.
[package rattles]
- Okay, easy there. Okay, now what?
- [grunting repeatedly]
"When your toddler is sick,
it's important to surround them with
a comfortable environment to rest in."
- [bird screeches]
- [shrill notes play]
- Comfortable! I can do that!
- [grunts]
Hang in there, Arlo, I'll be right back!
[teeth chattering] D-d-dad?
I'm k-k-kinda cold.
"When creating a comfy space
for your toddler,
make sure they are kept warm
with blankets?"
I guess this is kind of warm?
Twigs? What kind of instinct is that?
Here, I got a blanket!
We should probably put
these mittens on too.
"Homemade chicken noodle soup
has a calming effect,
especially if your child has the chills."
Chicken? I don't know about that one.
[shivering] It s-s-sure is getting colder
and colder in here.
[sucks in air, exhales]
Chicken soup can't be too hard.
Salt, pepper, water.
Well, we definitely
don't have any of those.
What'd my parents do
when they had to feed me?
Mommy, I'm hungry.
That's it, substitutions!
Maple syrup, garlic
bone juice.
It definitely has [sniffs]
a smell.
- [belches]
- Ugh.
I understand. The garlic was idiotic!
I should've used corn starch.
Canary! Hurry up and grab the blankets
before the blizzards roll in!
The hallucinations must be starting.
Let's wrap you up.
Holy hotness!
Canary, do you not see
this soil is on fire?
Uh, is this the fever part again?
Guess what, Canary,
this mine ain't big enough
for the both of us.
[bluegrass music plays]
- Arlo?
- [crashes]
We'll cut 'em off at the pass!
How do you do, my lady?
Giddyup, Nightscream!
I gotta get me some gold!
Come here, little doggy.
- To the gully!
- [grumbling]
[animal squeaking]
[phone rings]
Funky Pets Emporium,
you want it, we got it.
Hello! I called to ask about
what alligators do when they're stick
Ugh, not stick, I mean sick!
What do alligators do when they're sick?
Oh, uh, uh, let me ask my manager.
Um, what do alligators do
when they're sick?
I'm seeing a lot about mud.
[air brakes hiss]
Oh boy.
All right, load it up.
- Tarnation!
- [head clanks]
Gettin' lots of gold is vital
to keeping my love, Winifred,
outfitted in the latest fashions.
Time to bring the mine cart up.
- [cranking sound]
- [grunting]
Come on, you mine cart.
All right, you first, Canary.
I'll be behind you in the mine cart.
[grunting repeatedly]
You still alive, Canary?
Uh, uh, um
I can practically
smell the gold from here.
Eh! What's this? Mud?
It's a mudslide.
Snows must have come early this year.
- [gurgling]
- Oh.
Ah! Is it too much mud?
Tell Winifred I love her!
Are you drowning?
[grunts, strains] Ah.
[gentle music plays]
What do you think you're doing, Canary?
I was almost to the gold!
I should have known
you were too weak to mine with me.
Rickety-biscuit. [chuckles softly, snores]
Aw. Little guy just needed some fresh air.
- [struggling]
- Arlo, stop struggling!
Canary? It'll take more
than a mudslide to stop me.
- [smacks]
- Agh!
[Arlo] Yeah!
The hunt for gold continues.
- Arlo! Arlo! Wait!
- [muttering]
[somber music plays]
- Come on.
- [line ringing]
Funky Pets Emporium.
You want it, we got it.
Yes, hi! I've lost my alligator.
Uh, did you try feeding it mud?
- [dramatic bass note plays]
- [screams]
Raising an alligator, raising a boy.
Nobody can tell me
how to raise an alligator boy!
[grunts, whimpers]
Agh! Parenting is hard!
What kind of father am I
if I can't even take care of my son
when he needs me most?
- I just wish I knew what to do.
- [bird screeches]
Hmm. What?
- [bird screeches]
- [shrill notes play]
That's it.
[somber music plays]
You rascal, tell me where the gold is.
- [Ansel squawking]
- The canary war cry.
Coming from the direction of my dwelling.
- [Ansel squawks]
- It's time we ended this!
- [Ansel squawks]
- Your war cry doesn't scare me, Canary.
If you harm my Winifred, or my gold,
I'll be eating canary stew tonight.
[as Winifred] Why, I don't think
that'll be enough food for the both of us.
[dramatic sting]
It can't be.
- Hyah!
- Canary, is that you?
Don't you recognize your dear Winifred?
You ain't my Winnie.
Of course I am.
Don't you remember
when we met at the hootenanny?
[stammers] The most special night
of my life. No!
- [exciting music plays]
- [grunts]
And what of the wild ponies
we broke together?
Nightscream and Teribithia.
Hmm. Mm-mm.
- [twangs]
- What is all this, Winifred?
[as Ansel] It's for your own good.
Is Canary making you do this?
No. No!
[screams] No!
[music ends on high note]
[sleepy] Girls' night.
- [sleepy] Girls' night!
- [ghost moans]
Girls' night was interesting.
Thanks so much.
[groggily] I need sleep.
Morning, Bertie.
Hi. There's a package.
No more packages.
We hate packages now.
- Okay.
- [clanks]
Is Arlo okay?
He'll be fine.
Great. Clean up the nest when you're done.
If you need me, I'll be in my room.
I love you, Canary. I mean, Dad.
Love you too, buddy.
But those good-for-nothing mines
are threatening to tear us apart!
- [bird screeches]
- [squawks]
Looks like it's my turn
to take care of you. [chuckles]
[closing theme music plays]
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