Craig of the Creek (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 23 - Welcome to Creek Street - full transcript
Craig and his friends create their own neighborhood in the snow!
♪ Who's gonna help
when the danger overwhelms ♪
♪ And the mysteries
are piled high? ♪
♪ Who's gonna be around,
never gonna let you down ♪
♪ When you're on a wild ride?
♪ Your friends are
always by your side ♪
♪ It's Craig of the Creek,
he's gonna save the day ♪
♪ It's Craig of the Creek
You will not strike me down.
Mm-hmm.
But I will strike you out.
That's what I meant.
It's only the third strike
because the ump is a clown.
He doesn't even know
where home plate is.
Well, I'm here to pitch snow
and chew bubble gum
and I'm all out of... whoa!
Yah!
Ha-ha! I... hit it.
Do I run home now?
Hmm, maybe I should.
Did someone say home?
Check out this very official and
real letter I got from the city.
"Dear Craigory Williams
in the fifth grade.
We think you are great.
For the distinction
of being a good boy
and super handsome, and..."
Sorry, it goes on like this
for a while.
"We are granting you a permit...
to build a house."
What?!
Wait, you got a house?
No way.
Ta-da!
A snow house.
That makes a lot more sense.
Come on, let me show you guys
around.
The walls are snow...
locally sourced, of course.
The floors are repurposed snow.
It was just here
when I started building.
As for the color,
I just decided to go with snow.
- What do you think?
- Wow.
Whoa.
Th-This is cool, but, like,
it seems like
a lot of responsibility,
being a snome-owner and stuff.
You got to make sure your walls
don't fall down,
and don't even get me
started on the decorations.
Huh, that's true.
But this spot over here
would be perfect for a dungeon.
I'm not putting a dungeon
in my snow house.
Why not?
Listen, how about you guys
just build your own snomes.
Let's do it!
♪ Gonna make a snow house
♪ Gonna get some snow
♪ I'm gonna make a snow house ♪
♪ And it's gonna be cool
as ice ♪
♪ Where the walls are white
and the floors are white ♪
♪ Let's gather up
the freshest snow ♪
♪ And turn it into
home sleet home ♪
♪ Gonna make a snow house
♪ Gonna get some snow
♪ I'm gonna make a snow house ♪
Kelseys and JPs of the creek,
I'd like to welcome you all
to Creek Street.
- Alright.
- Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
- Doppity yippity boppity boo!
Let us commemorate the occasion
with a tour of Castle Kelsey.
Wow, very nice moat.
Uh, what do you think
she filled it with?
It's the blood of my enemies.
Ha. Just kidding.
It's fruit punch.
Now, hurry up and come inside.
- Whoa.
- Wow.
Welcome, friends,
to Castle Kelsey.
Hm. I am impressed.
This is so majestic.
Yet understated.
Oh, wow. Thank you.
It's so hard to tell
with thrones.
Like, what's too many skulls,
you know?
Anyway, let me give you
the royal tour.
So this is my weapons gallery
and my complete arsenal of ice.
And beneath it, a cozy,
but threatening ice place.
Huh. How much snow does it
take to heat this place?
A lot.
This is the library with all my
favorite snow themed novels...
"Snow White,"
"The Blizzard of Oz,"
and Mary Chilly's "Frozenstein."
So lifelike.
Sorry, Mortimor.
JP! It took me all afternoon
to get the feathers right.
That's it.
You're going in
the pain dungeon.
Why is it shaped like me?
Because I knew you were gonna
break something!
Hey, hey, hey.
Instead of torturing JP,
y'all want to see the additions
I made to my place?
- Yeah, okay.
- Yeah, okay.
Oh, wow. It looks,
like, the same as before?
Or does it?
Whoa.
Wow.
Kelsey, JP,
what a nice surprise.
I'll be right down.
Ye-e-e-e-e-a-a-ah!
Aww it's okay, Snowver.
They're my friends.
Craiggy boy,
you really outdid yourself.
Heh.
I'm the only person who could.
Oh.
Can I interest you
in some ice cream?
We have snow, snow, and vanilla.
Ooh, I'll take a snow.
Double snow for me.
Heh, yeah.
Aw, man, I should've
gone for the double.
Hey what's that over there?
Eh, it's my rocket ship.
But do you guys want
to see something cooler?
Check it out...
a state-of-the-art cold tub.
Dang, Craig.
Oh.
Cold, cold, cold, cold,
cold, cold, cold.
Snowball.
Wow. Cold tub.
That does look good.
I don't know.
There's a part of me
that's like,
aren't we forgetting...
isn't there another house
that we want to see
a-as a group?
My house. I want to show
you guys my house.
Um... where's the door, JP?
Doors? Where we're going,
we don't need windows.
Uh, wipe your feet please.
And here it is.
Uh, interesting aesthetic.
It's just a bunch of boxes.
Well, that's what you guys
are here for.
You can help me unpack.
I figured we could start
with the dishware, then you guys
could help me tackle
putting this bed together.
She's a beast.
Um, oh, no.
Wait, do you guys see...
it's like a baggy
with another...
it's got screws. Oh, no.
Uh, well... Uh, I think I left
my ice place on.
Yeah, yeah, and... and my snow
dog needs to be walked so...
Oh, man, look at the time.
I got to get to work, you guys.
Uh, work? What do you mean?
I got a job.
To pay for my snow house.
Snow doesn't grow on trees,
you know.
It falls on them, from the sky.
Uh, that's a little...
a little joke
they tell around the office.
But seriously, how are you
thinking you're gonna pay
for your cold tub
or your rocket ship
or your pain dungeon
without a job?
Ugh, you're right.
I guess we better get jobs.
Huh.
Looks like someone bought
the old Henderson place.
- Bobby?
- Howdy, neighbor.
When did you get here?
Oh, heh, we moved
in a few seconds ago.
- We?
- Yep. Me and my son, Snowbobby.
Aww.
You can really see
the resemblance.
Hey, so we were all gonna go out
and get jobs.
- You want to join us?
- Okay.
♪
Hello. A Huge Pile of Snow
Incorporated,
a proud division
of Snow Company,
where we got so much snow,
you won't snow what hit ya.
I'm John Paul.
How can I ice-sist you today?
Oh, your order melted? Uh-oh.
Okay, one sec. Uh, hey, boss?
It happened again.
Well, what am I supposed to
tell the customer?
I am not saying that.
That is rude.
Okay, okay, I'll...
I-I'll say it.
My hands are freezing.
Phew! I tell ya,
playing in the snow
is a lot less fun when you're
doing it from 9:00 to 5:00.
Hey, uh, has anyone
seen Snowbobby?
Uh Uh, check the pile?
- What?
- Ring-ring.
Uh, hello?
Hey, boss says
we need more snow.
- How much more?
- A lot. His words.
Sorry, guys.
Looks like we'll be working
a little late tonight.
- Aw.
- Aw.
Huh? More Snowbobbies?
What am I gonna do?
I don't even want to
think about snow.
I yelled at so many imaginary
people today.
I was not built for this.
We should quit.
But we can't quit.
We got to pay the snow bills.
You're right.
Besides, who else would hire us?
We're just kids.
That's it.
Everyone, neighborhood
meeting... my house.
Thank you all for coming here.
Whee!
This isn't fair.
We work our fingers to the bone,
and we don't even have time
to walk our fake dogs
or see our snow babies
or throw JP in a pain dungeon.
- Yeah!
- Yeah! Wait, what?
If our boss wants some piles
of snow,
then he's got to treat us right.
I say, tomorrow,
we march into work
and show that clown
we mean business.
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
Shh.
I just got them all to sleep.
We, the Huge Pile of Snow
Workers Union,
have some demands.
We are tired.
We are hurt.
And we have like 80 kids.
We need snack breaks,
universal booboo insurance,
and... and snow sitters.
Or you can take this snow,
and shovel it.
What do you say?
So that's how it's gonna be,
huh?
Then we have no choice
but to strike.
Uh, Craig?
- That's what the snow was for?
- To build our replacements?
They're closing in on us.
Fi-i-i-i-i-ght!
Ahh!
Uh-oh.
What did I get us into?
Houses, jobs, organized labor.
I just wanted to have
a cool hangout.
I didn't mean to turn into
a grown-up.
I want to go back... back to
when we were just kids,
playing in the creek
without a care.
But we can't go back, Craig.
This is our life now...
an endless cycle of toiling,
day in and day out,
just so we can...
hey, where did our houses go?
Uh, either I left
my ice place off
or we should have built
our houses in the shade.
They melted.
We're free.
Snowbob fight!
Hey, guys, this pain dungeon
isn't so bad.
♪ When it's time to go to bed
♪ I know
I don't have to feel alone ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll see you tomorrow
♪ At the creek
Just like I drew it.
when the danger overwhelms ♪
♪ And the mysteries
are piled high? ♪
♪ Who's gonna be around,
never gonna let you down ♪
♪ When you're on a wild ride?
♪ Your friends are
always by your side ♪
♪ It's Craig of the Creek,
he's gonna save the day ♪
♪ It's Craig of the Creek
You will not strike me down.
Mm-hmm.
But I will strike you out.
That's what I meant.
It's only the third strike
because the ump is a clown.
He doesn't even know
where home plate is.
Well, I'm here to pitch snow
and chew bubble gum
and I'm all out of... whoa!
Yah!
Ha-ha! I... hit it.
Do I run home now?
Hmm, maybe I should.
Did someone say home?
Check out this very official and
real letter I got from the city.
"Dear Craigory Williams
in the fifth grade.
We think you are great.
For the distinction
of being a good boy
and super handsome, and..."
Sorry, it goes on like this
for a while.
"We are granting you a permit...
to build a house."
What?!
Wait, you got a house?
No way.
Ta-da!
A snow house.
That makes a lot more sense.
Come on, let me show you guys
around.
The walls are snow...
locally sourced, of course.
The floors are repurposed snow.
It was just here
when I started building.
As for the color,
I just decided to go with snow.
- What do you think?
- Wow.
Whoa.
Th-This is cool, but, like,
it seems like
a lot of responsibility,
being a snome-owner and stuff.
You got to make sure your walls
don't fall down,
and don't even get me
started on the decorations.
Huh, that's true.
But this spot over here
would be perfect for a dungeon.
I'm not putting a dungeon
in my snow house.
Why not?
Listen, how about you guys
just build your own snomes.
Let's do it!
♪ Gonna make a snow house
♪ Gonna get some snow
♪ I'm gonna make a snow house ♪
♪ And it's gonna be cool
as ice ♪
♪ Where the walls are white
and the floors are white ♪
♪ Let's gather up
the freshest snow ♪
♪ And turn it into
home sleet home ♪
♪ Gonna make a snow house
♪ Gonna get some snow
♪ I'm gonna make a snow house ♪
Kelseys and JPs of the creek,
I'd like to welcome you all
to Creek Street.
- Alright.
- Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
- Doppity yippity boppity boo!
Let us commemorate the occasion
with a tour of Castle Kelsey.
Wow, very nice moat.
Uh, what do you think
she filled it with?
It's the blood of my enemies.
Ha. Just kidding.
It's fruit punch.
Now, hurry up and come inside.
- Whoa.
- Wow.
Welcome, friends,
to Castle Kelsey.
Hm. I am impressed.
This is so majestic.
Yet understated.
Oh, wow. Thank you.
It's so hard to tell
with thrones.
Like, what's too many skulls,
you know?
Anyway, let me give you
the royal tour.
So this is my weapons gallery
and my complete arsenal of ice.
And beneath it, a cozy,
but threatening ice place.
Huh. How much snow does it
take to heat this place?
A lot.
This is the library with all my
favorite snow themed novels...
"Snow White,"
"The Blizzard of Oz,"
and Mary Chilly's "Frozenstein."
So lifelike.
Sorry, Mortimor.
JP! It took me all afternoon
to get the feathers right.
That's it.
You're going in
the pain dungeon.
Why is it shaped like me?
Because I knew you were gonna
break something!
Hey, hey, hey.
Instead of torturing JP,
y'all want to see the additions
I made to my place?
- Yeah, okay.
- Yeah, okay.
Oh, wow. It looks,
like, the same as before?
Or does it?
Whoa.
Wow.
Kelsey, JP,
what a nice surprise.
I'll be right down.
Ye-e-e-e-e-a-a-ah!
Aww it's okay, Snowver.
They're my friends.
Craiggy boy,
you really outdid yourself.
Heh.
I'm the only person who could.
Oh.
Can I interest you
in some ice cream?
We have snow, snow, and vanilla.
Ooh, I'll take a snow.
Double snow for me.
Heh, yeah.
Aw, man, I should've
gone for the double.
Hey what's that over there?
Eh, it's my rocket ship.
But do you guys want
to see something cooler?
Check it out...
a state-of-the-art cold tub.
Dang, Craig.
Oh.
Cold, cold, cold, cold,
cold, cold, cold.
Snowball.
Wow. Cold tub.
That does look good.
I don't know.
There's a part of me
that's like,
aren't we forgetting...
isn't there another house
that we want to see
a-as a group?
My house. I want to show
you guys my house.
Um... where's the door, JP?
Doors? Where we're going,
we don't need windows.
Uh, wipe your feet please.
And here it is.
Uh, interesting aesthetic.
It's just a bunch of boxes.
Well, that's what you guys
are here for.
You can help me unpack.
I figured we could start
with the dishware, then you guys
could help me tackle
putting this bed together.
She's a beast.
Um, oh, no.
Wait, do you guys see...
it's like a baggy
with another...
it's got screws. Oh, no.
Uh, well... Uh, I think I left
my ice place on.
Yeah, yeah, and... and my snow
dog needs to be walked so...
Oh, man, look at the time.
I got to get to work, you guys.
Uh, work? What do you mean?
I got a job.
To pay for my snow house.
Snow doesn't grow on trees,
you know.
It falls on them, from the sky.
Uh, that's a little...
a little joke
they tell around the office.
But seriously, how are you
thinking you're gonna pay
for your cold tub
or your rocket ship
or your pain dungeon
without a job?
Ugh, you're right.
I guess we better get jobs.
Huh.
Looks like someone bought
the old Henderson place.
- Bobby?
- Howdy, neighbor.
When did you get here?
Oh, heh, we moved
in a few seconds ago.
- We?
- Yep. Me and my son, Snowbobby.
Aww.
You can really see
the resemblance.
Hey, so we were all gonna go out
and get jobs.
- You want to join us?
- Okay.
♪
Hello. A Huge Pile of Snow
Incorporated,
a proud division
of Snow Company,
where we got so much snow,
you won't snow what hit ya.
I'm John Paul.
How can I ice-sist you today?
Oh, your order melted? Uh-oh.
Okay, one sec. Uh, hey, boss?
It happened again.
Well, what am I supposed to
tell the customer?
I am not saying that.
That is rude.
Okay, okay, I'll...
I-I'll say it.
My hands are freezing.
Phew! I tell ya,
playing in the snow
is a lot less fun when you're
doing it from 9:00 to 5:00.
Hey, uh, has anyone
seen Snowbobby?
Uh Uh, check the pile?
- What?
- Ring-ring.
Uh, hello?
Hey, boss says
we need more snow.
- How much more?
- A lot. His words.
Sorry, guys.
Looks like we'll be working
a little late tonight.
- Aw.
- Aw.
Huh? More Snowbobbies?
What am I gonna do?
I don't even want to
think about snow.
I yelled at so many imaginary
people today.
I was not built for this.
We should quit.
But we can't quit.
We got to pay the snow bills.
You're right.
Besides, who else would hire us?
We're just kids.
That's it.
Everyone, neighborhood
meeting... my house.
Thank you all for coming here.
Whee!
This isn't fair.
We work our fingers to the bone,
and we don't even have time
to walk our fake dogs
or see our snow babies
or throw JP in a pain dungeon.
- Yeah!
- Yeah! Wait, what?
If our boss wants some piles
of snow,
then he's got to treat us right.
I say, tomorrow,
we march into work
and show that clown
we mean business.
- Yeah!
- Whoo!
Shh.
I just got them all to sleep.
We, the Huge Pile of Snow
Workers Union,
have some demands.
We are tired.
We are hurt.
And we have like 80 kids.
We need snack breaks,
universal booboo insurance,
and... and snow sitters.
Or you can take this snow,
and shovel it.
What do you say?
So that's how it's gonna be,
huh?
Then we have no choice
but to strike.
Uh, Craig?
- That's what the snow was for?
- To build our replacements?
They're closing in on us.
Fi-i-i-i-i-ght!
Ahh!
Uh-oh.
What did I get us into?
Houses, jobs, organized labor.
I just wanted to have
a cool hangout.
I didn't mean to turn into
a grown-up.
I want to go back... back to
when we were just kids,
playing in the creek
without a care.
But we can't go back, Craig.
This is our life now...
an endless cycle of toiling,
day in and day out,
just so we can...
hey, where did our houses go?
Uh, either I left
my ice place off
or we should have built
our houses in the shade.
They melted.
We're free.
Snowbob fight!
Hey, guys, this pain dungeon
isn't so bad.
♪ When it's time to go to bed
♪ I know
I don't have to feel alone ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll see you tomorrow
♪ At the creek
Just like I drew it.