A.N.T. Farm (2011–2014): Season 1, Episode 6 - Bad RomANTs - full transcript
Gibson's grandmother is moving into her boyfriend Bob's house, leaving Gibson all alone. So, Chyna and Fletcher hang out with him to cheer him up. However, Gibson never leaves them alone. To get Gibson to leave them alone, and to get Chyna to hang out with him, Fletcher decides to get Gibson a girlfriend. After Chyna and Fletcher find out Gibson had a girlfriend as as child, they ask Angus to find out where his girlfriend Sophie is, and to their dismay, she is in jail. Gibson and Sophie then become a couple again, besides the fact Sophie is in jail, and Gibson is oblivious to this. Meanwhile, Lexi wants to get into the school newspaper, and Olive tells her she must do something heroic to get in it, so she and Paisley try everything to get the into the newspaper, but fails from getting the publicity.
Keep chewing, guys.
I need more gum.
I'm exhausted.
This is the most
exercise I've ever had.
This is sugarless, right? You
told us it was sugarless!
Because if I have gum with
sugar I get a little crazy!
Uh, yeah, sure. It's sugarless.
Now spit.
Hey, guys. What's going...
Is that my head made out
of chewed-up bubble gum?
Um, if it were, would you think it
was really cool and be flattered?
No. Actually, I'd think
it was really gross.
Good thing it's not you, then.
It's clearly...
Pinocchio.
But it's a girl.
Did I say "Pinocchio"? I meant
his lesser-known sister,
Penny-occhio.
Good morning, Gibson.
No, it's not. It's a
terrible morning.
I'm so sad, even that awesome sculpture
of Penny-occhio isn't cheering me up.
Is it your pet turtle again?
Gibson, if it hasn't been out of its shell
in a year, I think it might be gone.
No, no. Shelly's fine.
He's just shy.
I'm talking about my
grandmother, Grandma Nana.
Please tell me she's moving
more than your turtle is.
Oh, she's moving, all right.
Right out of our apartment to be
closer to her new boyfriend, Bob.
I'm sensing you don't
like this Bob.
I've tried doing stuff with them, but
we just have different interests.
I mean, knitting, mahjong,
feeding the pigeons...
They don't like any
of that stuff!
Well, I can't knit, and I don't
know how to play mahjong,
but we can go feed the pigeons.
Great. I'll hold them down and you
feed them with this little spoon.
So, mahjong! Sounds fun.
♪ Ooh, ooh Doo, doo
♪ Ooh, ooh Doo, doo
Whoo!
♪ Everybody's got that thing
♪ Something different
we all bring
♪ Don't you let 'em
clip your wings
♪ In extraordinary ways
♪ 365 days
♪ We got it We got it
♪ You can dream it
♪ You can be it
♪ If you can feel it
♪ You can believe it
♪ 'Cause I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Yeah, I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh
Whoo!
Wait. Let me get that
for you, my lady.
What are you doing?
Well, if there's one thing
it's our charm and grace.
I meant to do that.
Nearly mashed enough. t.
So, here we are.
I can't remember the last time
that we were alone together.
You know, just the two of us.
Hey, guys. Thanks for
inviting me to lunch.
Why did you invite him?
Because he's lonely and
I want to help him.
Look how pathetic he is.
I keep beating him
even know the rules.'t
I don't know the rules, either.
It's a really confusing game.
By the way, I think
Fletcher pooped his pants.
Hi, Paisley. Can I interview you for
an article in the school paper?
Sure. Ooh, nice hat!
Why does it say "press?"
It's not doing anything.
Actually, "press"
means that I...
It's out of batteries.
Hey, Olive, why am I not on the
cover of the school magazine?
Look at this cover girl.
I'm way prettier than she is!
It's not a magazine. And
that's Abigail Timmons.
She rescued an old man
from a burning building.
Well, she could have at least
put on some lipstick first.
Look, Lexi, in order to get
into the school newspaper,
you have to do
something newsworthy.
Well, I'm dating Paisley's
boyfriend, Keith. Is that anything?
It was really nice of you
to suggest this study...
Date.
Session. So, should
we start with...
Slow dancing?
Math.
Oh.
Sure, math is good.
Let's say I have five
chocolate-covered strawberries,
and I feed you one.
How many do I have left?
Hi, Gibson! Come on in!
Thanks. You said to come
by if I was lonely.
Ooh, are these chocolate-covered
strawberries?
Love them!
Except for the strawberry part.
Ugh!
Well, we were just in the
middle of studying, so...
Perfect time for a study break!
Good thing I brought
my Bag O' Fun.
Now, don't be misled by
the name Bag O' Fun.
It's the stuff inside
the bag that's fun.
The bag itself is
actually quite dangerous.
So, let's see what you've got.
Ooh, checkers. Yeah.
Jacks. Uh-huh.
Gibson Pursuit?
It's a game I made up
with trivia about myself.
Oh. I'm really good at it.
The only person who
ever beats me is Bob.
Okay. "Fun Facts."
Okay...
"When was Gibson potty-trained?"
Um, 18 months?
Close. Sixteen months...
Ago.
Kidding, kidding! I was 14.
That was a fun fact.
Almost as much fun
as learning about
your collection of
earwax candles.
If you want I could bring you...
No, that's okay.
Thank you, though!
I'm not allowed to play with fire.
Or earwax.
You guys are awesome.
We are totally going to
hang out together every day
from now on for the
rest of our lives!
We are gonna be best
BFF friends forever!
Or for short, BBFFFFs.
Hey, Chyna. What are you doing?
Trying to figure out what
to do about our new BBFFFF.
I solve my problems by
writing songs about them.
You've got to come up with something.
It's been a week already.
Yesterday I almost won a game of
Gibson Pursuit and that scares me.
The way I see it, we
have two options.
Keep trying to cheer him up, or find
a creative way to get rid of him.
Here's what I've
come up with so far.
♪ Our friend Gibson
was feeling down
♪ Crying all day like
a sad little clown
♪ Been playing games
with him for a week
♪ What can we do with
this fuzzy-haired freak?
♪ We can take him on a
trip to Albuquerque
♪ Dehydrate his skin
and make Gibson jerky
Ooh!
♪ Give him a ride
on a merry-go-round
♪ Or dress him like a dog
and take him to the poun
♪ Go for a stroll on
some country roads
♪ Or feed him fatty foods
till his heart explodes
♪ Take him on a tour to
the south of France... ♪
What rhymes with "France"?
Romance! We should
get him a girlfrie!
I was thinking more like, "Stuff a
hungry squirrel down his pants."
But that would be mean.
To the squirrel.
Come on. Love is the answer.
Everybody needs love.
Isn't that true, Chyna?
Please say it's true.
It is true. That's a
great idea, Fletcher.
I could hug you right now!
Okay. All we need to do is find a woman
who's looking for a mahjong-playing,
pigeon-feeding hairy man-child who
keeps a dead turtle in a shoe box.
Okay, this may be
harder than I thought.
Hey, how about we sign him up for one
of those Internet dating websites
for people wh no hope?
Yeah! There was this guy on my
street who found his wife that way.
And he had to be cut out of his
home and airlifted to the wedding!
Oh, Olive, there you are. I have a scoop
for the cover of this week's school paper.
I rescued a bird.
From where? A tree.
Birds live in trees.
Well, this tree was on fire.
Why didn't the bird
just fly away?
Oh, just take my
picture, already!
Okay. Give me a
really heroic look.
Click.
What are you doing? You just
pretended to take my picture.
And you just pretended
to rescue a bird!
Oops, your eyes were closed.
One more.
Click.
Okay, here comes Gibson.
I'll ask the questions, and you take
down his answers on my A.N.T. Pad.
Hi, Gibson. We were just about to
play a game of "Gibson Pursuit."
The new edition came out
with all new questions.
Wow. Can't believe I didn't
hear about that. I'm in!
All righty!
What is Gibson's idea
of a perfect date?
November 3rd.
Um... Let's try another one.
What is the last
book Gibson read?
Uh... Living With
Chronic Dandruff.
Well, it was really
more of a pamphlet.
I'm just gonna put
Pat the Bunny.
Who doesn't love Pat the Bunny?
You get to pat the bunny!
Wait a second, what's
going on here?
All right, the truth is
we want to fill out your
profile for a dating website.
Yeah, we thought you'd be less
lonely if you had a girlfriend.
Thanks, but I'm just not
ready for a relationship.
Which is why I keep fending off the
advances of Janet the janitor.
That and she smells
like urinal cake.
Which reminds me. Kids, don't
be fooled by the word "cake."
Urinal cakes are far from delicious
and, actually, quite poisonous.
Gibson, we could probably find you someone
who doesn't smell like toilet poison.
Sorry, but I'm still hung up
on my ex-girlfriend, Sophie.
Our breakup was
really devastating.
Mmm, rasp-apple.
Can I have a sip, Gibson?
No! Forget it! You may be my
girlfriend, but you're still a girl.
I don't want cooties!
Give it! No!
Doody head!
Hey, come on, babe.
We can work this out!
The next thing you know, she
was out of my life forever.
And the sand permanently
dried out my scalp.
Wait a minute. Your last
girlfriend was 25 years ago?
Yeah. And not a day has gone by
that I haven't thought of Sophie.
Well, except the day I
entered a pie-eating contest
and fell into a
sugar-induced coma.
But I came in second!
Stupid Bob!
What does this have to do
with this girl you can't
stop thinking about?
Oh, Sophie!
I picked the wrong
day to wear black.
Oh no! Paisley is choking!
I need to save her life
in a newsworthy fashion!
Help! I have food lodged
in my Snuffleupagus.
Does she mean her esophagus?
Yeah. Her brain is oxygen-starved.
More than usual.
I'll save you, Paisley!
Oh, Lexi. You are my hero.
Spit out a meatball.
Look, if she were really choking,
she wouldn't even be able to talk.
She's not talking.
Yeah, I'm not talking.
Oh, my gosh. She's
actually choking!
Help! What do I do?
Wow, Abigail! That was unbelievable.
Here, smile!
Ah! Don't smile. Don't smile.
Angus, what are you doing?
Thanks to the Internet,
I'm winning a dance competition
in the Philippines.
Okay, okay, okay!
We need your help.
Can you use your computer to track
down Gibson's ex-girlfriend?
Oh, sure.
Typety-type-type.
What was that?
Oh, you were serious?
Gibson used to
have a girlfriend?
Yeah. Her name's Sophie and...
Found her.
Well, where is she, Fletcher? Ooh!
Do you have her number?
Yeah. It's 24601.
That's not enough digits
for a phone number.
No, but it's the right amount
for a prisoner ID number.
Yeah... She's in jail.
Okay, minor setback.
But...
All we need to do
to reunite them
is put Gibson in a dress and frame
him for a crime he did not commit.
What?
I told you, I think
better with my guitar.
What?
Second place?
Stupid Bob!
I can't believe Gibson's ex-girlfriend
is in jail for robbing a bank.
Maybe she'll get time
off for good behavior.
I don't think so.
Last week she beat a guard.
With another guard.
So she's aggressive.
Some guys like that.
I have an idea. We should take
Gibson to see Sophie in prison.
Yeah, when he sees what she's become,
it'll shock him back to reality.
And if that doesn't work, maybe
Sophie will beat me with you.
Anything would be better than
another round of Gibson Pursuit.
Hey, guys! Want to play
a game of Gibsonary?
Guess what I'm drawing.
Gibson...
Yes!
You are so good at this!
No, we have great news!
We found your
ex-girlfriend Sophie!
Really? That's amazing!
Tell me about her.
What does she do now?
Um, she's in...
Banking.
She must be rich.
I bet she lives in a big house.
"The" big house, actually.
Yeah. Six hundred bedrooms,
a huge yard, and a really
good security system.
Wow. This really is a big house.
Okay, Gibson, time to see what the
love of your life has become.
Watch your hands! You know
I can chew through bone.
I can't believe it. She's
more beautiful than ever.
And she looks good in orange.
I wish I could argue with him, but
she does look good in orange.
Okay, Paisley, here's the plan.
This doll is you.
Why am I a troll?
Genetics.
Anyway, you walk out
of school at 4:15,
right when Olive will be there.
Then I come out...
Just as a monster truck comes
barreling towards you.
And you push me out of the way?
Nope!
But I do administer first aid,
become a hero, and make the
cover of the school newspaper.
But my head's on backwards.
Does everything have
to be about you?
I can't believe Gibson's not fazed
by the fact that Sophie's in prison.
I know. He thinks it's cute.
He said she's having a
25-year "time out."
Gotta do something.
Ooh, chocolate! Mind
if I have some?
Here you go, Sophie.
She's got a knife!
Wow, a rose!
The only way this could be more romantic
is if it were melted over a strawberry.
So I could eat it off
of the strawberry.
I really hate strawberries.
I do, too.
Give it up, Chyna. They
obviously love each other.
I guess the heart wants
what the heart wants.
Wait a second. You're right.
That's perfect!
He'll visit her every day after school
instead of hanging out with us!
This calls for...
A hug! A toast.
To our freedom!
I am so sorry.
Look, there's a fire!
This is a real emergency!
We need to act fast!
I'll put my hair in a French
braid, you go get Olive.
Okay.
Finally, the cover of
the paper is mine.
Fire!
Oh, no you don't, Abigail!
You publicity hog!
Smile.
I need more gum.
I'm exhausted.
This is the most
exercise I've ever had.
This is sugarless, right? You
told us it was sugarless!
Because if I have gum with
sugar I get a little crazy!
Uh, yeah, sure. It's sugarless.
Now spit.
Hey, guys. What's going...
Is that my head made out
of chewed-up bubble gum?
Um, if it were, would you think it
was really cool and be flattered?
No. Actually, I'd think
it was really gross.
Good thing it's not you, then.
It's clearly...
Pinocchio.
But it's a girl.
Did I say "Pinocchio"? I meant
his lesser-known sister,
Penny-occhio.
Good morning, Gibson.
No, it's not. It's a
terrible morning.
I'm so sad, even that awesome sculpture
of Penny-occhio isn't cheering me up.
Is it your pet turtle again?
Gibson, if it hasn't been out of its shell
in a year, I think it might be gone.
No, no. Shelly's fine.
He's just shy.
I'm talking about my
grandmother, Grandma Nana.
Please tell me she's moving
more than your turtle is.
Oh, she's moving, all right.
Right out of our apartment to be
closer to her new boyfriend, Bob.
I'm sensing you don't
like this Bob.
I've tried doing stuff with them, but
we just have different interests.
I mean, knitting, mahjong,
feeding the pigeons...
They don't like any
of that stuff!
Well, I can't knit, and I don't
know how to play mahjong,
but we can go feed the pigeons.
Great. I'll hold them down and you
feed them with this little spoon.
So, mahjong! Sounds fun.
♪ Ooh, ooh Doo, doo
♪ Ooh, ooh Doo, doo
Whoo!
♪ Everybody's got that thing
♪ Something different
we all bring
♪ Don't you let 'em
clip your wings
♪ In extraordinary ways
♪ 365 days
♪ We got it We got it
♪ You can dream it
♪ You can be it
♪ If you can feel it
♪ You can believe it
♪ 'Cause I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Yeah, I am, you are, we are
♪ Exceptional Exceptional
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh
Whoo!
Wait. Let me get that
for you, my lady.
What are you doing?
Well, if there's one thing
it's our charm and grace.
I meant to do that.
Nearly mashed enough. t.
So, here we are.
I can't remember the last time
that we were alone together.
You know, just the two of us.
Hey, guys. Thanks for
inviting me to lunch.
Why did you invite him?
Because he's lonely and
I want to help him.
Look how pathetic he is.
I keep beating him
even know the rules.'t
I don't know the rules, either.
It's a really confusing game.
By the way, I think
Fletcher pooped his pants.
Hi, Paisley. Can I interview you for
an article in the school paper?
Sure. Ooh, nice hat!
Why does it say "press?"
It's not doing anything.
Actually, "press"
means that I...
It's out of batteries.
Hey, Olive, why am I not on the
cover of the school magazine?
Look at this cover girl.
I'm way prettier than she is!
It's not a magazine. And
that's Abigail Timmons.
She rescued an old man
from a burning building.
Well, she could have at least
put on some lipstick first.
Look, Lexi, in order to get
into the school newspaper,
you have to do
something newsworthy.
Well, I'm dating Paisley's
boyfriend, Keith. Is that anything?
It was really nice of you
to suggest this study...
Date.
Session. So, should
we start with...
Slow dancing?
Math.
Oh.
Sure, math is good.
Let's say I have five
chocolate-covered strawberries,
and I feed you one.
How many do I have left?
Hi, Gibson! Come on in!
Thanks. You said to come
by if I was lonely.
Ooh, are these chocolate-covered
strawberries?
Love them!
Except for the strawberry part.
Ugh!
Well, we were just in the
middle of studying, so...
Perfect time for a study break!
Good thing I brought
my Bag O' Fun.
Now, don't be misled by
the name Bag O' Fun.
It's the stuff inside
the bag that's fun.
The bag itself is
actually quite dangerous.
So, let's see what you've got.
Ooh, checkers. Yeah.
Jacks. Uh-huh.
Gibson Pursuit?
It's a game I made up
with trivia about myself.
Oh. I'm really good at it.
The only person who
ever beats me is Bob.
Okay. "Fun Facts."
Okay...
"When was Gibson potty-trained?"
Um, 18 months?
Close. Sixteen months...
Ago.
Kidding, kidding! I was 14.
That was a fun fact.
Almost as much fun
as learning about
your collection of
earwax candles.
If you want I could bring you...
No, that's okay.
Thank you, though!
I'm not allowed to play with fire.
Or earwax.
You guys are awesome.
We are totally going to
hang out together every day
from now on for the
rest of our lives!
We are gonna be best
BFF friends forever!
Or for short, BBFFFFs.
Hey, Chyna. What are you doing?
Trying to figure out what
to do about our new BBFFFF.
I solve my problems by
writing songs about them.
You've got to come up with something.
It's been a week already.
Yesterday I almost won a game of
Gibson Pursuit and that scares me.
The way I see it, we
have two options.
Keep trying to cheer him up, or find
a creative way to get rid of him.
Here's what I've
come up with so far.
♪ Our friend Gibson
was feeling down
♪ Crying all day like
a sad little clown
♪ Been playing games
with him for a week
♪ What can we do with
this fuzzy-haired freak?
♪ We can take him on a
trip to Albuquerque
♪ Dehydrate his skin
and make Gibson jerky
Ooh!
♪ Give him a ride
on a merry-go-round
♪ Or dress him like a dog
and take him to the poun
♪ Go for a stroll on
some country roads
♪ Or feed him fatty foods
till his heart explodes
♪ Take him on a tour to
the south of France... ♪
What rhymes with "France"?
Romance! We should
get him a girlfrie!
I was thinking more like, "Stuff a
hungry squirrel down his pants."
But that would be mean.
To the squirrel.
Come on. Love is the answer.
Everybody needs love.
Isn't that true, Chyna?
Please say it's true.
It is true. That's a
great idea, Fletcher.
I could hug you right now!
Okay. All we need to do is find a woman
who's looking for a mahjong-playing,
pigeon-feeding hairy man-child who
keeps a dead turtle in a shoe box.
Okay, this may be
harder than I thought.
Hey, how about we sign him up for one
of those Internet dating websites
for people wh no hope?
Yeah! There was this guy on my
street who found his wife that way.
And he had to be cut out of his
home and airlifted to the wedding!
Oh, Olive, there you are. I have a scoop
for the cover of this week's school paper.
I rescued a bird.
From where? A tree.
Birds live in trees.
Well, this tree was on fire.
Why didn't the bird
just fly away?
Oh, just take my
picture, already!
Okay. Give me a
really heroic look.
Click.
What are you doing? You just
pretended to take my picture.
And you just pretended
to rescue a bird!
Oops, your eyes were closed.
One more.
Click.
Okay, here comes Gibson.
I'll ask the questions, and you take
down his answers on my A.N.T. Pad.
Hi, Gibson. We were just about to
play a game of "Gibson Pursuit."
The new edition came out
with all new questions.
Wow. Can't believe I didn't
hear about that. I'm in!
All righty!
What is Gibson's idea
of a perfect date?
November 3rd.
Um... Let's try another one.
What is the last
book Gibson read?
Uh... Living With
Chronic Dandruff.
Well, it was really
more of a pamphlet.
I'm just gonna put
Pat the Bunny.
Who doesn't love Pat the Bunny?
You get to pat the bunny!
Wait a second, what's
going on here?
All right, the truth is
we want to fill out your
profile for a dating website.
Yeah, we thought you'd be less
lonely if you had a girlfriend.
Thanks, but I'm just not
ready for a relationship.
Which is why I keep fending off the
advances of Janet the janitor.
That and she smells
like urinal cake.
Which reminds me. Kids, don't
be fooled by the word "cake."
Urinal cakes are far from delicious
and, actually, quite poisonous.
Gibson, we could probably find you someone
who doesn't smell like toilet poison.
Sorry, but I'm still hung up
on my ex-girlfriend, Sophie.
Our breakup was
really devastating.
Mmm, rasp-apple.
Can I have a sip, Gibson?
No! Forget it! You may be my
girlfriend, but you're still a girl.
I don't want cooties!
Give it! No!
Doody head!
Hey, come on, babe.
We can work this out!
The next thing you know, she
was out of my life forever.
And the sand permanently
dried out my scalp.
Wait a minute. Your last
girlfriend was 25 years ago?
Yeah. And not a day has gone by
that I haven't thought of Sophie.
Well, except the day I
entered a pie-eating contest
and fell into a
sugar-induced coma.
But I came in second!
Stupid Bob!
What does this have to do
with this girl you can't
stop thinking about?
Oh, Sophie!
I picked the wrong
day to wear black.
Oh no! Paisley is choking!
I need to save her life
in a newsworthy fashion!
Help! I have food lodged
in my Snuffleupagus.
Does she mean her esophagus?
Yeah. Her brain is oxygen-starved.
More than usual.
I'll save you, Paisley!
Oh, Lexi. You are my hero.
Spit out a meatball.
Look, if she were really choking,
she wouldn't even be able to talk.
She's not talking.
Yeah, I'm not talking.
Oh, my gosh. She's
actually choking!
Help! What do I do?
Wow, Abigail! That was unbelievable.
Here, smile!
Ah! Don't smile. Don't smile.
Angus, what are you doing?
Thanks to the Internet,
I'm winning a dance competition
in the Philippines.
Okay, okay, okay!
We need your help.
Can you use your computer to track
down Gibson's ex-girlfriend?
Oh, sure.
Typety-type-type.
What was that?
Oh, you were serious?
Gibson used to
have a girlfriend?
Yeah. Her name's Sophie and...
Found her.
Well, where is she, Fletcher? Ooh!
Do you have her number?
Yeah. It's 24601.
That's not enough digits
for a phone number.
No, but it's the right amount
for a prisoner ID number.
Yeah... She's in jail.
Okay, minor setback.
But...
All we need to do
to reunite them
is put Gibson in a dress and frame
him for a crime he did not commit.
What?
I told you, I think
better with my guitar.
What?
Second place?
Stupid Bob!
I can't believe Gibson's ex-girlfriend
is in jail for robbing a bank.
Maybe she'll get time
off for good behavior.
I don't think so.
Last week she beat a guard.
With another guard.
So she's aggressive.
Some guys like that.
I have an idea. We should take
Gibson to see Sophie in prison.
Yeah, when he sees what she's become,
it'll shock him back to reality.
And if that doesn't work, maybe
Sophie will beat me with you.
Anything would be better than
another round of Gibson Pursuit.
Hey, guys! Want to play
a game of Gibsonary?
Guess what I'm drawing.
Gibson...
Yes!
You are so good at this!
No, we have great news!
We found your
ex-girlfriend Sophie!
Really? That's amazing!
Tell me about her.
What does she do now?
Um, she's in...
Banking.
She must be rich.
I bet she lives in a big house.
"The" big house, actually.
Yeah. Six hundred bedrooms,
a huge yard, and a really
good security system.
Wow. This really is a big house.
Okay, Gibson, time to see what the
love of your life has become.
Watch your hands! You know
I can chew through bone.
I can't believe it. She's
more beautiful than ever.
And she looks good in orange.
I wish I could argue with him, but
she does look good in orange.
Okay, Paisley, here's the plan.
This doll is you.
Why am I a troll?
Genetics.
Anyway, you walk out
of school at 4:15,
right when Olive will be there.
Then I come out...
Just as a monster truck comes
barreling towards you.
And you push me out of the way?
Nope!
But I do administer first aid,
become a hero, and make the
cover of the school newspaper.
But my head's on backwards.
Does everything have
to be about you?
I can't believe Gibson's not fazed
by the fact that Sophie's in prison.
I know. He thinks it's cute.
He said she's having a
25-year "time out."
Gotta do something.
Ooh, chocolate! Mind
if I have some?
Here you go, Sophie.
She's got a knife!
Wow, a rose!
The only way this could be more romantic
is if it were melted over a strawberry.
So I could eat it off
of the strawberry.
I really hate strawberries.
I do, too.
Give it up, Chyna. They
obviously love each other.
I guess the heart wants
what the heart wants.
Wait a second. You're right.
That's perfect!
He'll visit her every day after school
instead of hanging out with us!
This calls for...
A hug! A toast.
To our freedom!
I am so sorry.
Look, there's a fire!
This is a real emergency!
We need to act fast!
I'll put my hair in a French
braid, you go get Olive.
Okay.
Finally, the cover of
the paper is mine.
Fire!
Oh, no you don't, Abigail!
You publicity hog!
Smile.