Sabrina, the Animated Series (1999–2000): Season 1, Episode 3 - Boogie Shoes - full transcript
Uh-oh.
Whoa!
No!
In life, there are situations...
...where opportunity jumps up...
...and slaps you around
like you were a bad guy...
...in a Jackie Chan movie.
I was about to experience
one of those moments.
'80s retro dance!
-Wait!
-Harvey!
Unh!
Hi, Harvey!
Hey, Brina. Kind of a new look
you got going there.
Oh, yeah. Well, Uncle Quigley
is letting me wear makeup now.
Geronimo!
But enough of this chitchat.
You know the school dance is Friday.
-It is?
-Yup.
So I was wondering
if you wanted to, you know, go with me...
...to the dance and do some dancing
and stuff.
Uh, sorry, but I've got other plans.
He's going with me instead.
Uh, actually,
I'm not going with either of you.
-Huh?
-What?
I'm not going with either of you
because--
Because I'm not going to the dance!
Uh, yeah. I wouldn't be caught dead
at some dumb dance with everybody...
...dancing and drinking punch
and laughing and having fun. Yuck!
What's up with him?
Hey, I need a judgment call here.
Do you think my tushy would look fat
in this?
Yup.
Uh-oh.
Something's funky in Cheek Town.
I'll get you for this, Hilda!
-Ugh.
-Tough day?
Come on, Brina.
Tell your Auntie Zelda what's wrong.
Harvey would rather stay home
than go to the '80s retro dance with me.
Why would you kids
want to relive the '80s?
Grown men prancing about in wigs,
that smirky little Mozart...
...playing the harpsichord.
She's not talking about the 1780s.
My bad. When you're 600 years old,
the centuries do start to blur.
I thought the dance
was the social event of the year.
It is! And I can't believe
he doesn't want to go.
-Did he say why?
-Not really.
So I'm thinking
a little intuitive perception spell...
...might help me figure out
what's up with him.
I've got an even better spell.
It's called
the "go over and ask him why" spell.
Don't you dare.
Nasty trick, Aunt Zelda!
Disco music?
When did Harvey relocate
to funky town?
What? I mean, hi, Sabrina.
-Door stuck?
-Uh, I was just doing some PE homework.
Uh, tomorrow's that pop quiz
on pushups.
Uh-huh.
Look, Harvey, I just wanted to know
the truth about the dance.
Oh.
-Do you promise not to laugh?
-Cross my heart.
I can't dance.
What? It's middle school.
You just bite your lower lip
and spaz around.
Nobody cares if you're good.
No, I really can't dance.
It's a health hazard.
Birds fall out of the sky
and rain clouds gather.
Uh-huh. I'll bet.
Look, I've never even seen you dance.
Who told you you couldn't?
It all started when my mom forced me
to take that ballet class.
On your feet, childrens. Quickly.
On the counting of eight,
dancing combination I are showing you.
-Play!
-Aah!
Huh?
Run, childrens! Run!
You are so exaggerating.
What really happened?
Something worse.
I was effecting
my sauté arabesque when...
...I tripped and knocked over
one of those big dancing mirrors.
The piano player needed 12 stitches.
One mistake.
You made one mistake when you were 5.
And I'll never make another.
My feet are deadly weapons.
I dance alone.
Aw, poor Harvey.
-Oh, honey.
-Yeah.
Talking to Harvey didn't help?
It's even worse.
I found out the reason
he doesn't want to dance...
...is he's afraid he'll be a klutz
and hurt somebody.
Well, you certainly can't force him
to dance.
I wish I could.
Then he'd see what a scaredy-cat
he's being.
You know, Harvey's problem reminds me
of this guy I dated...
...back in the late 17th century.
He had just the opposite problem.
He was too confident of his dancing.
-Too confident?
-Yup.
You know how Thor
is the Norse god of thunder?
Well, this guy was the Celtic god
of getting down.
"The lord of the dance."
And what an ego!
But awfully dishy.
He had the moves...
...the style, the hair.
And I must say,
he thought I was the bomb.
We were fixtures at the hottest dance spot
in ancient Ireland...
...the Blarney Stone Cold Groove.
And could he dance? He never stopped.
But it became obvious...
...he didn't care about anybody
but himself.
- So, what did you do?
- Dumped him.
I was the only girl
to ever break up with him.
And I'm proud to say
he's never forgiven me.
You go, girl.
I'm just a little old heartbreaker.
If I never see the pompous
blowhard again...
...it'll be too soon for me.
Hmm. Very interesting.
Psst.
Hello, there, contemplative one.
I think I may have just the thing
to wipe that scowl off your face.
I'm not scowling. I'm scrunching.
Whatever. I heard you
chatting with Hilda.
Take a look at this.
Aunt Hilda's little black book!
Third edition, volume D.
Don't tell me you didn't think
for just a millisecond...
...about asking that lord-of-the-dance guy
to help you with Harvey?
-Well--
-Think no more. Here's his number.
All it takes is a little dash
of hoodoo, a pinch of mojo...
...and he'll be a dancing machine.
And it's not for me, right?
It's to help Harvey with his self-esteem.
-I'd be selfish not to.
-That's my girl.
I summon thee from book of black
Come to me, dance lord, don't look back
Aah!
Whoa!
I think taking cover might be wise.
Phew.
Huh?
Somebody dares to disturb
the great work of the lord of the dance?
Uh, hello, your dance-ness.
Wait a minute. I'm on Earth?
The lord of the dance
doesn't consort with mortals.
I've got plies to tend to.
But I really need your help.
I've got a friend who needs a boost
in the bust-a-move department.
Aye, you want favors, wee girl,
go rub a lamp.
I've got a new Janet Jackson
video to choreograph by next Thursday.
-Huh! I guess your Aunt Hilda was right.
-"Hilda"?
Did you just say "Hilda"?
Did I? Did I?
I could have sworn I said, "Meow."
Yup, he said, "Hilda."
As in my Aunt Hilda.
As in my Aunt Hilda who dropped you
like a bad habit.
She didn't drop me!
Nobody drops the lord of the dance!
Not what I heard.
I don't care what you--
On second thought...
...a relative of dear Hilda
surely is a relative of mine.
You need a dancing confidence booster
for your friend, eh?
-That would be great!
-Wouldn't it, though?
All I need is a little signature
on this waiver.
Just a little formality between friends.
Paperwork? Sabrina, I wouldn't--
A contract? I'm not sure.
Well, if you don't want to help your friend,
I'm a very busy god.
Give me that!
Perfect. Let's get rid of this
and try these.
Ooh.
Have your friend put these on...
...and I promise,
he'll be a dancing fool in no time.
All right!
Ooh!
Wow! Harvey, you were wonderful!
I can't believe you talked me into this.
But something about these shoes.
- It's like you couldn't say no.
- Exactly.
So I bet you're glad
you finally got over your fear, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.
That was really great, Harvey.
Imagine what you could do
without the dead weight.
May I have the next dance?
Actually, I'm a little tired.
I think I need a time-out.
Whoa! I guess my feet
want to dance after all.
I'll see you guys on the dance floor!
So, what happened to you
at the dance last night?
Chloe told me you'd left
all of a sudden.
-I had to get away from the music.
-Huh?
Whenever the music played...
...it was like those shoes
were somehow forcing me to dance.
-Then why are you still wearing them?
-They won't let me take them off.
They wouldn't let you?
Whoa!
Uh, let's get you home
and work on them.
-Where'd you get those shoes anyway?
-Where'd I, uh, get them?
Sorry, can't hear you over the music.
Whoa!
Sabri-- Whoa!
Huh?
It's like that
Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale.
The shoes are cursed!
Wow. Good workmanship though.
Okay, this is serious.
I've gotta run home and check the--
Uh, warranty on these shoes.
Wait here and whatever you do,
stay away from music.
Right. Stay away from music.
Ooh.
Oh, no.
Okay, remember how much
you all love me?
-Oh, no.
-What?
Last time we remembered
we loved her...
...she'd conjured up a beef gravy rainstorm
that showered a scout troop...
...in the middle of a hungry wolf pack.
Hey! They didn't get eaten.
Just nibbled a little.
-Sabrina!
-Okay, okay.
I solved
that little Harvey-can't-dance problem.
Uh-huh.
By stealing Hilda's little black book,
dialing up lord of the dance...
...who gave me a pair of magic shoes.
See you. Huh?
-You what?
-Let me guess. Now he can't stop dancing.
Oldest scam in the witch book.
-So you know how to fix it?
-Yeah, right!
A witch can't undo the magic of a god!
I'll just jump in here
before it gets too ugly...
...and let you know
that you're officially grounded.
Please, just tell me
you didn't sign anything.
Um, I'll say whatever makes you happy.
You didn't! Great.
Well, hold on to your bats.
In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
Hey!
Hay is for horses, lord of the dunce.
Hilda! How nice for you
to see me again.
Can it, twinkle toes.
Did you make Sabrina sign a waiver
for those shoes?
I didn't make her do anything.
She signed of her own free will.
Well, now you're gonna take it back
of your own free will.
We want those shoes off Harvey.
Sorry, Hildy. A deal's a deal.
According to paragraph 314, item 17,
Roman numeral three:
The proprietor of said contract
is under no obligation to rescind contract.
-Unless....
-Unless, what?
I'll take back the shoes,
if Hilda will come back and marry me.
-Huh?
-Aah!
Is it really that important to Harvey?
I mean, there are worse things
than not being able to stop dancing.
Let's consider cursed underwear
for a second.
You know, it's so weird
that you wouldn't take the shoes off Harvey.
Seeing as they make him a better dancer
than you and everything.
Nice try with the reverse psychology.
Nobody is a better dancer than me.
Oh, well, is that so?
Then I guess you wouldn't be afraid
of a little wager to prove it?
Aha!
-The little colleen has spirit!
-A dance contest.
Harvey wins, you take off the shoes.
-You win, and Hilda is yours.
-Oh!
Sabrina, what do you think
you're doing?
You're on. Shake.
And you, my sweet bride-to-be.
So long, suckers!
I'm doomed.
What are we doing here? It's Saturday.
Here's the deal. I found a guy
who can take off the shoes for you.
-It's this really evil shoe salesman guy.
-Really?
Yeah, but he thinks
he's the greatest dancer in the universe.
So the only way he'll help
get your shoes off...
-...is if you beat him in a dance contest.
-Oh.
-This is a joke, right?
-No, I'm dead serious.
Hey, if it'll get these stupid shoes
off me...
...I'll put a fruit basket
on my head and waddle around like a duck.
Evil shoe salesman?
Cut me some slack,
I was under pressure.
Welcome, welcome.
So be this the dancer that's going
to dethrone the lord of the dance?
Lord?
Guess he's sold a lot of shoes, huh?
Level with me, Sabrina.
What's going on?
You don't wanna know.
Just win the contest.
No use wasting time.
Let me introduce you
to the all-star judges panel.
Terpsichore, the Greek muse of dance.
Salome,
temptress and collector of heads...
...who danced the fabled
Dance of the Seven Veils.
And Mike,
the guy who invented the hokey-pokey.
Now, since you
threw down the challenge, lad...
...of course,
you'll allow me to dance first.
Give me some rhythm!
Huh?
Now that's hoofing!
This is it, Harvey.
With these shoes,
I don't see how I can go wrong.
Oh, yes. The shoes.
What say we lose them?
I think we'd all like to see
the true Harvey Kinkle style of dance.
-Woo-hoo! Free at last!
-That's not fair!
Harvey doesn't stand a chance
without the red shoes!
Tough old world, ain't it?
-Would the competition care to forfeit?
-Not on your life.
Let's get this over with.
Hit it!
I have got the wedding-bell blues.
Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!
-Whoa!
-Aah!
Uh, Harvey, that was just, um....
Brilliant!
- What?
- I agree!
I'll third that!
Were you asleep
during my performance?
I've got the moves of every master
of dance through the ages.
Gene Kelly, Isadora Duncan,
Paula Abdul!
But no moves of your own.
All you do is reproduce the talent
of others.
Harvey's moves were pure Harvey.
They were the most honest example
of self expression I've seen in centuries.
We declare the winner
of this dance competition Harvey Kinkle!
-Yay!
-Yay, Harvey!
All right!
No!
-Harvey, you rock!
-Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.
But this theater crowd
you hang out with...
...pretty bizarre.
Freaks!
Whoa!
No!
In life, there are situations...
...where opportunity jumps up...
...and slaps you around
like you were a bad guy...
...in a Jackie Chan movie.
I was about to experience
one of those moments.
'80s retro dance!
-Wait!
-Harvey!
Unh!
Hi, Harvey!
Hey, Brina. Kind of a new look
you got going there.
Oh, yeah. Well, Uncle Quigley
is letting me wear makeup now.
Geronimo!
But enough of this chitchat.
You know the school dance is Friday.
-It is?
-Yup.
So I was wondering
if you wanted to, you know, go with me...
...to the dance and do some dancing
and stuff.
Uh, sorry, but I've got other plans.
He's going with me instead.
Uh, actually,
I'm not going with either of you.
-Huh?
-What?
I'm not going with either of you
because--
Because I'm not going to the dance!
Uh, yeah. I wouldn't be caught dead
at some dumb dance with everybody...
...dancing and drinking punch
and laughing and having fun. Yuck!
What's up with him?
Hey, I need a judgment call here.
Do you think my tushy would look fat
in this?
Yup.
Uh-oh.
Something's funky in Cheek Town.
I'll get you for this, Hilda!
-Ugh.
-Tough day?
Come on, Brina.
Tell your Auntie Zelda what's wrong.
Harvey would rather stay home
than go to the '80s retro dance with me.
Why would you kids
want to relive the '80s?
Grown men prancing about in wigs,
that smirky little Mozart...
...playing the harpsichord.
She's not talking about the 1780s.
My bad. When you're 600 years old,
the centuries do start to blur.
I thought the dance
was the social event of the year.
It is! And I can't believe
he doesn't want to go.
-Did he say why?
-Not really.
So I'm thinking
a little intuitive perception spell...
...might help me figure out
what's up with him.
I've got an even better spell.
It's called
the "go over and ask him why" spell.
Don't you dare.
Nasty trick, Aunt Zelda!
Disco music?
When did Harvey relocate
to funky town?
What? I mean, hi, Sabrina.
-Door stuck?
-Uh, I was just doing some PE homework.
Uh, tomorrow's that pop quiz
on pushups.
Uh-huh.
Look, Harvey, I just wanted to know
the truth about the dance.
Oh.
-Do you promise not to laugh?
-Cross my heart.
I can't dance.
What? It's middle school.
You just bite your lower lip
and spaz around.
Nobody cares if you're good.
No, I really can't dance.
It's a health hazard.
Birds fall out of the sky
and rain clouds gather.
Uh-huh. I'll bet.
Look, I've never even seen you dance.
Who told you you couldn't?
It all started when my mom forced me
to take that ballet class.
On your feet, childrens. Quickly.
On the counting of eight,
dancing combination I are showing you.
-Play!
-Aah!
Huh?
Run, childrens! Run!
You are so exaggerating.
What really happened?
Something worse.
I was effecting
my sauté arabesque when...
...I tripped and knocked over
one of those big dancing mirrors.
The piano player needed 12 stitches.
One mistake.
You made one mistake when you were 5.
And I'll never make another.
My feet are deadly weapons.
I dance alone.
Aw, poor Harvey.
-Oh, honey.
-Yeah.
Talking to Harvey didn't help?
It's even worse.
I found out the reason
he doesn't want to dance...
...is he's afraid he'll be a klutz
and hurt somebody.
Well, you certainly can't force him
to dance.
I wish I could.
Then he'd see what a scaredy-cat
he's being.
You know, Harvey's problem reminds me
of this guy I dated...
...back in the late 17th century.
He had just the opposite problem.
He was too confident of his dancing.
-Too confident?
-Yup.
You know how Thor
is the Norse god of thunder?
Well, this guy was the Celtic god
of getting down.
"The lord of the dance."
And what an ego!
But awfully dishy.
He had the moves...
...the style, the hair.
And I must say,
he thought I was the bomb.
We were fixtures at the hottest dance spot
in ancient Ireland...
...the Blarney Stone Cold Groove.
And could he dance? He never stopped.
But it became obvious...
...he didn't care about anybody
but himself.
- So, what did you do?
- Dumped him.
I was the only girl
to ever break up with him.
And I'm proud to say
he's never forgiven me.
You go, girl.
I'm just a little old heartbreaker.
If I never see the pompous
blowhard again...
...it'll be too soon for me.
Hmm. Very interesting.
Psst.
Hello, there, contemplative one.
I think I may have just the thing
to wipe that scowl off your face.
I'm not scowling. I'm scrunching.
Whatever. I heard you
chatting with Hilda.
Take a look at this.
Aunt Hilda's little black book!
Third edition, volume D.
Don't tell me you didn't think
for just a millisecond...
...about asking that lord-of-the-dance guy
to help you with Harvey?
-Well--
-Think no more. Here's his number.
All it takes is a little dash
of hoodoo, a pinch of mojo...
...and he'll be a dancing machine.
And it's not for me, right?
It's to help Harvey with his self-esteem.
-I'd be selfish not to.
-That's my girl.
I summon thee from book of black
Come to me, dance lord, don't look back
Aah!
Whoa!
I think taking cover might be wise.
Phew.
Huh?
Somebody dares to disturb
the great work of the lord of the dance?
Uh, hello, your dance-ness.
Wait a minute. I'm on Earth?
The lord of the dance
doesn't consort with mortals.
I've got plies to tend to.
But I really need your help.
I've got a friend who needs a boost
in the bust-a-move department.
Aye, you want favors, wee girl,
go rub a lamp.
I've got a new Janet Jackson
video to choreograph by next Thursday.
-Huh! I guess your Aunt Hilda was right.
-"Hilda"?
Did you just say "Hilda"?
Did I? Did I?
I could have sworn I said, "Meow."
Yup, he said, "Hilda."
As in my Aunt Hilda.
As in my Aunt Hilda who dropped you
like a bad habit.
She didn't drop me!
Nobody drops the lord of the dance!
Not what I heard.
I don't care what you--
On second thought...
...a relative of dear Hilda
surely is a relative of mine.
You need a dancing confidence booster
for your friend, eh?
-That would be great!
-Wouldn't it, though?
All I need is a little signature
on this waiver.
Just a little formality between friends.
Paperwork? Sabrina, I wouldn't--
A contract? I'm not sure.
Well, if you don't want to help your friend,
I'm a very busy god.
Give me that!
Perfect. Let's get rid of this
and try these.
Ooh.
Have your friend put these on...
...and I promise,
he'll be a dancing fool in no time.
All right!
Ooh!
Wow! Harvey, you were wonderful!
I can't believe you talked me into this.
But something about these shoes.
- It's like you couldn't say no.
- Exactly.
So I bet you're glad
you finally got over your fear, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.
That was really great, Harvey.
Imagine what you could do
without the dead weight.
May I have the next dance?
Actually, I'm a little tired.
I think I need a time-out.
Whoa! I guess my feet
want to dance after all.
I'll see you guys on the dance floor!
So, what happened to you
at the dance last night?
Chloe told me you'd left
all of a sudden.
-I had to get away from the music.
-Huh?
Whenever the music played...
...it was like those shoes
were somehow forcing me to dance.
-Then why are you still wearing them?
-They won't let me take them off.
They wouldn't let you?
Whoa!
Uh, let's get you home
and work on them.
-Where'd you get those shoes anyway?
-Where'd I, uh, get them?
Sorry, can't hear you over the music.
Whoa!
Sabri-- Whoa!
Huh?
It's like that
Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale.
The shoes are cursed!
Wow. Good workmanship though.
Okay, this is serious.
I've gotta run home and check the--
Uh, warranty on these shoes.
Wait here and whatever you do,
stay away from music.
Right. Stay away from music.
Ooh.
Oh, no.
Okay, remember how much
you all love me?
-Oh, no.
-What?
Last time we remembered
we loved her...
...she'd conjured up a beef gravy rainstorm
that showered a scout troop...
...in the middle of a hungry wolf pack.
Hey! They didn't get eaten.
Just nibbled a little.
-Sabrina!
-Okay, okay.
I solved
that little Harvey-can't-dance problem.
Uh-huh.
By stealing Hilda's little black book,
dialing up lord of the dance...
...who gave me a pair of magic shoes.
See you. Huh?
-You what?
-Let me guess. Now he can't stop dancing.
Oldest scam in the witch book.
-So you know how to fix it?
-Yeah, right!
A witch can't undo the magic of a god!
I'll just jump in here
before it gets too ugly...
...and let you know
that you're officially grounded.
Please, just tell me
you didn't sign anything.
Um, I'll say whatever makes you happy.
You didn't! Great.
Well, hold on to your bats.
In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
Hey!
Hay is for horses, lord of the dunce.
Hilda! How nice for you
to see me again.
Can it, twinkle toes.
Did you make Sabrina sign a waiver
for those shoes?
I didn't make her do anything.
She signed of her own free will.
Well, now you're gonna take it back
of your own free will.
We want those shoes off Harvey.
Sorry, Hildy. A deal's a deal.
According to paragraph 314, item 17,
Roman numeral three:
The proprietor of said contract
is under no obligation to rescind contract.
-Unless....
-Unless, what?
I'll take back the shoes,
if Hilda will come back and marry me.
-Huh?
-Aah!
Is it really that important to Harvey?
I mean, there are worse things
than not being able to stop dancing.
Let's consider cursed underwear
for a second.
You know, it's so weird
that you wouldn't take the shoes off Harvey.
Seeing as they make him a better dancer
than you and everything.
Nice try with the reverse psychology.
Nobody is a better dancer than me.
Oh, well, is that so?
Then I guess you wouldn't be afraid
of a little wager to prove it?
Aha!
-The little colleen has spirit!
-A dance contest.
Harvey wins, you take off the shoes.
-You win, and Hilda is yours.
-Oh!
Sabrina, what do you think
you're doing?
You're on. Shake.
And you, my sweet bride-to-be.
So long, suckers!
I'm doomed.
What are we doing here? It's Saturday.
Here's the deal. I found a guy
who can take off the shoes for you.
-It's this really evil shoe salesman guy.
-Really?
Yeah, but he thinks
he's the greatest dancer in the universe.
So the only way he'll help
get your shoes off...
-...is if you beat him in a dance contest.
-Oh.
-This is a joke, right?
-No, I'm dead serious.
Hey, if it'll get these stupid shoes
off me...
...I'll put a fruit basket
on my head and waddle around like a duck.
Evil shoe salesman?
Cut me some slack,
I was under pressure.
Welcome, welcome.
So be this the dancer that's going
to dethrone the lord of the dance?
Lord?
Guess he's sold a lot of shoes, huh?
Level with me, Sabrina.
What's going on?
You don't wanna know.
Just win the contest.
No use wasting time.
Let me introduce you
to the all-star judges panel.
Terpsichore, the Greek muse of dance.
Salome,
temptress and collector of heads...
...who danced the fabled
Dance of the Seven Veils.
And Mike,
the guy who invented the hokey-pokey.
Now, since you
threw down the challenge, lad...
...of course,
you'll allow me to dance first.
Give me some rhythm!
Huh?
Now that's hoofing!
This is it, Harvey.
With these shoes,
I don't see how I can go wrong.
Oh, yes. The shoes.
What say we lose them?
I think we'd all like to see
the true Harvey Kinkle style of dance.
-Woo-hoo! Free at last!
-That's not fair!
Harvey doesn't stand a chance
without the red shoes!
Tough old world, ain't it?
-Would the competition care to forfeit?
-Not on your life.
Let's get this over with.
Hit it!
I have got the wedding-bell blues.
Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!
-Whoa!
-Aah!
Uh, Harvey, that was just, um....
Brilliant!
- What?
- I agree!
I'll third that!
Were you asleep
during my performance?
I've got the moves of every master
of dance through the ages.
Gene Kelly, Isadora Duncan,
Paula Abdul!
But no moves of your own.
All you do is reproduce the talent
of others.
Harvey's moves were pure Harvey.
They were the most honest example
of self expression I've seen in centuries.
We declare the winner
of this dance competition Harvey Kinkle!
-Yay!
-Yay, Harvey!
All right!
No!
-Harvey, you rock!
-Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.
But this theater crowd
you hang out with...
...pretty bizarre.
Freaks!