♪ Fancy Nancy ♪
Ooh là l!
♪ Fancy Nancy ♪
♪ Who loves being fancy? ♪
♪ Who's unique One of a kind? ♪
♪ Who adores Mom, Dad And JoJo ♪
♪ And friends Who are sublime? ♪
♪ Fancy makes my heart sing ♪
♪ Fancy feels like glee ♪
♪ Fancy is for everyone ♪
♪ But most especially me ♪
♪ Fancy Nancy ♪
Mwah! Mwah!
♪ Fancy Nancy ♪
Ooh là là!
♪ Turn plain into exquisite ♪
♪ Make blasé something chic ♪
♪ Just add a little fancy ♪
♪ And voilà Life's fantastique ♪
That's French for "fantastic."
[Nancy] "Crochet It Isn't So."
[laughs] Everybody, into the sprinkler.
Whoo‐hoo! All right.
Let's go!
Hmm? [grunts]
[laughing]
And voilà.
Look, Mrs. Devine, the first thing I ever crocheted.
Crocheting is a fancy kind of sewing you do with yarn and a hooked needle.
Oh, it's a lovely hat, Nancy. You're learning so quickly.
Well, you are a magnifique crochet teacher.
[chuckles] Thank you, darling,
but if you wanna see the work of a real expert...
Excuse me, Jewel. [whines]
...feast your eyes on this.
[barks] [gasps] Ooh là l.
It's lovely, beautiful, exquisite.
Isn't it? My grandma made it for me to wear.
Now this is called a pineapple stitch.
It's very hard to do. [sniffing, growls]
Oh! Jewel! No! [barks]
[both gasp] Oh, no!
My shawl!
I'll get some water to try and take out that stain.
Oh, Jewel! [whines]
You little minx!
Jewel!
Mrs. Devine's shawl is ruined if it has a stain on it.
[groans] And her grandma probably can't make her a new one.
[gasps] But I can.
I will replace Mrs. Devine's shawl by making her a replica.
That's fancy for an exact copy.
‐[barks] ‐Of course I'm up to it, Jewel.
I finished this hat, didn't I?
So now I'm practically a crocheting expert.
[groans] I hope this will get that spot out.
Tea stains can be very hard to remove.
Oh. [groans] Why am I even trying?
I suppose it's time to just let this old treasure go.
I'm sorry about your shawl, Mrs. Devine.
But you never know when a new one
might suddenly appear out of nowhere.
[laughs] Yes, that's what I said
right before I met my third husband.
Au revoir for now.
Bye, Nancy.
[screams, laughs] Fun!
Me next! No, me!
Hey, Nancy, wanna play in the sprinkler?
Sounds sublime, Bree. I'd love to.
Right after I crochet Mrs. Devine a new shawl.
Okay, Sean. Wanna give it a try?
Ugh! Not yet.
How come Sean isn't running through the sprinkler? Is he okay?
Yeah, he's fine.
But remember how Lionel told us that because Sean has autism,
he's kind of sensitive?
[groans] Not yet.
Oh, right.
Being sensitive means that some things you hear or touch
seem like too much for you.
Sean's just nervous that the water will feel too cold on his skin.
[Nancy] Oh, I see.
[Bree] But he really wants to do it.
So Lionel's helping him work on it.
Okay, Sean, you're gonna make it through this time.
Of course, this time I will definitely go through the sprinkler.
[groans] No, no, no! No!
Good try, coz. You'll get there.
You can do it, Sean.
Uh, my crocheting won't take long. See you soon.
Oh, Marabelle, it's lucky for me
that when it comes to crocheting, I'm a natural.
Which is fancy for it's easy for me.
I'll have Mrs. Devine's shawl done in no time.
Huh? The yarn isn't supposed to do that.
[gasps] Mais non. My fingers!
[groans] What if I can't get them out?
What if I have to live like this forever?
[gasps, sighs] Oh, thank goodness. I'm free!
Hmm, maybe I just need a teensy‐weensy bit of help
to do this fancy pineapple stitch.
Parfait.
Now that I can see what I'm making,
I'll make the shawl.
Pas de problème. No problem.
What you doing, Nancy?
Only making Mrs. Devine the most fabulous shawl ever.
Wanna watch and be amazed?
Yeah. Yeah.
Then feast your eyes on this.
[grunts] Not again.
Is this supposed to look like that?
‐Yes. ‐It doesn't.
‐I know.
Yours looks like pasketti.
Okay.
Or a spiderweb.
Okay!
Or your hair when you wake up.
JoJo, I am almost 100% positive I would have done it perfectly
if you and Sally Merry weren't here staring at me!
You told us to watch. You told us to watch.
Excusez‐moi, but I am going upstairs,
where I can crochet my masterpiece in peace.
It's a happy day.
[sighs] This is more like it.
Yes, much, much better.
[screams]
Frenchy, stop staring at me.
Oh, hi, honey.
How's the shawl coming along?
Oh, Mother, must you always be so caring
and interested in everything I do?
Excuse me, Nancy Margaret Clancy.
[sighs] My apologies, Mom.
But I'm at the end of my yarn.
I must find somewhere I can crochet in peace.
[groans]
Yeah, okay.
My playhouse. Mais oui.
[sighs] Mais non.
Oh, Marabelle, this isn't parfait, but we'll have to make do.
Okay, so to make a chain stitch... [grunts] ...loop it around.
Ooh, which way does it go? Oh.
Sacré bleu, it's too hard. I can't do it.
Don't look at me like that, Marabelle.
I've been working my fingers to the bone for almost a half hour.
How long is this supposed to take?
[sighs] Sad as it is,
Mrs. Devine will just never have another fancy shawl,
because I quit.
[Bree] Come on. Let's finish our snacks and get back to playing.
[Lionel] Okay, Sean.
Now, let's go over this one more time.
[Sean] "I see my friends play in the sprinkler.
I want to join too."
Pardonnez‐moi, but what are you reading?
Oh, hey, Nancy. Just a picture story.
Sometimes Sean uses these to help him tackle things that make him nervous.
Practicing with my book makes me feel better.
Let's start over at page 1.
[Sean] "I see my friends play in the sprinkler.
I want to join too.
I'm afraid the water will be too cold or startle my skin.
So I run up slowly.
I can start by just feeling water on my hand or foot."
So this really helps?
Yeah, but it's not always enough.
I have to try it again and again and again
and again and again and again,
until I can do it for real.
That's a lot of "agains."
How long have you been working on this?
Do you mean in days, weeks or months?
Uh... Since last summer.
Wow! Sean, you're so persistent.
That's fancy for you keep trying no matter how hard it gets.
Oh, it's not all hard.
Is it, Sean? We have fun.
And I think this time you're gonna do it.
Oh, yes, of course. This time I'm gonna do it, of course.
[grunts]
[groans]
Maybe let's go back to the picture story.
Good idea.
Well, keep at it.
Okay, Marabelle, time to pack up and go home.
Of course, I feel terrible that I couldn't make Mrs. Devine a new shawl.
But you don't understand, Marabelle.
It's just so hard to keep trying something again and again and again,
and still not be able to do it.
[Sean] This time I'm going to do it.
I'm going to run up slowly.
♪ Up to the sprinkler's spray ♪
♪ Dip my toe part way ♪
♪ If it's hard to take I can take a break ♪
♪ No rush I've got all day ♪
♪ Sean tries, Sean tries ♪
♪ He wants to play Like the other guys ♪
♪ It's tough for him But he won't give in ♪
♪ Won't quit When it gets hard ♪
[cheering]
♪ Up to the sprinkler's spray ♪
♪ Dip my toe part way ♪
♪ If it's hard to take I can take a break ♪
♪ No rush I've got all day ♪
♪ Sean tries, Sean tries ♪
♪ Why should I Do otherwise? ♪
♪ Learn from him And begin again ♪
♪ Won't quit when It gets hard ♪
♪ Can I be more like you are? ♪
C'est vrai, Marabelle. It's true.
Just because something is hard doesn't mean I should give up.
If I just keep trying...
Go, Sean, go!
[all] Go, Sean, go! Go, Sean, go!
Go, Sean, go!
I did it. Yahoo! Yeah, Sean!
Way to go, coz.
[gasps] Be right back, Marabelle.
Wow, Sean. I knew you could do it.
Nailed it. Super great.
Sean, you went through the sprinkler.
Of course I did.
And I just did it again.
Ooh là l, Sean. That's fantastique.
I‐I don't hug.
Oh, that's okay.
Of course, you could jump through the sprinkler with me.
I will. Soon.
That's my cousin. Keep trying, you can do just about anything.
And so can I.
[Mrs. Devine] Oh, Nancy, darling.
It's beautiful.
It's not the whole shawl.
Oh, but it's a wonderful start.
How did you learn to pineapple stitch?
I just kept trying.
You inspire me, young lady.
Now, what do you say we finish crocheting the shawl together?
I would love to.
[Sean] My turn.
[all] Go, Sean! Go, Sean! Go, Sean! Go, Sean!
Or maybe we should just pick this up tomorrow.
Crocheting can be hot work.
Seems to me you might need a dip in the sprinkler.
Oh, merci, Mrs. Devine.
I'll see you tomorrow. I promise.
Wait for me, Sean! Wait for me!
[Nancy] "Nancy Plays House."
JoJo! Freddy!
Please come here, my darling children.
[both] Yes, Mother?
Have you done all your chores?
Yes, we made our beds.
And cleaned our room.
And we even made you a present.
Oh, children, you are so ingenious,
which is fancy for smart.
Now, wash up for dinner, s'il vous plaît.
We already did that too.
[chuckles] Oh, my sweet angels.
[door opens]
Honeys, I'm home.
Yay! Yay!
We missed you.
Parfait. Just in time for dinner.
Mmm, mmm. That turkey smells great.
And it's going to taste even better.
[JoJo] Woof, woof, woof.
Oh, my. What's that sound?
Does little JoJo have a cough?
No, I'm a puppy.
I'm not pretending to be your kid anymore.
Now I'm your puppy.
Woof, woof. Bark.
Yeah, and I'm your puppy too.
Woof, woof, woof.
[chuckles] Don't be silly.
We're playing house, and you're our children, remember?
Nah.
Come on, puppy, let's play.
[both barking, laughing]
[growls] Woof.
Woof, woof, woof.
[both barking]
[sighs] Kids.
You know, we've been playing house for a while.
Maybe we should do something else?
Mais oui.
A tea party on the lawn perhaps?
Wait! We don't have to be puppies.
Yeah, we still wanna play house.
Well, you can still play without us.
No. Who will be the parents?
You will.
Uh... us?
Uh, I've never been a parent before.
Well, you've both seen Bree and I
be magnifique pretend parents, haven't you?
Yeah. Uh‐huh.
Then I am almost 100% positive
you know exactly what to do.
But who will be our kids?
Sally Merry can be your little girl.
[coos] It's a happy day.
Who wants to play? [giggles]
[coos]
Yeah, and this is our boy... Trucky.
[honking]
Oh, my. What lovely children you have.
[chuckles] They look just like you.
[both giggle]
[giggles] Have fun.
[door opens, closes]
[Trucky honks]
[JoJo] Honeys, I'm home.
[Freddy] And just in time for dinner.
Oh, Bree, isn't it adorable that the little ones
are playing house just the way we showed them?
[sighs] It sure is.
Cucumber sandwich?
Yes, please. They look delicious.
[JoJo] What's for dinner? [Freddy] Ice cream, cake and candy.
De quoi? What?
They're giving their children dessert for dinner?
That's not good pretend parenting. We should do something.
Oui. Yes.
As older siblings, it's our job to teach JoJo and Freddy
the right way to play house.
Here's more cake and more ice cream.
[giggles]
Yummy, yummy. More, more.
Have some doughnuts, Trucky.
[honks] [laughs]
[both laughing]
Excusez‐moi, JoJo and Freddy.
We couldn't help but overhear
that you're giving your children dessert for dinner.
So?
So, don't you think it would be better
to give them a healthy meal instead?
How about cotton candy?
[giggles]
[Sally Merry coos] Yum, yum.
In my tum tum.
And a lollipop.
[honks]
JoJo, Freddy,
you two are not being good pretend parents.
[honks] Yes, we are.
Sally Merry, say, "You're a great Mommy, JoJo."
You're a great Mommy, JoJo.
Bye! [honks]
Bree, this is bad, terrible, awful.
They're playing house all wrong.
And they don't even seem to care.
[Freddy] Okay, kids, time to take a bath.
[JoJo] In chocolate!
[JoJo, Freddy giggling]
[JoJo] Let's add marshmallows.
We can't just sit by and do nothing.
We've got to teach them the right way to play.
[JoJo] Chocolate! [Freddy] Yeah!
[Freddy laughs] [JoJo] Marshmallows.
But how can we if they won't listen to us?
[Sally Merry] It's a happy day. [gasps]
Well, we'll just have to be someone else.
You're a great Mommy, JoJo.
[giggles] I like smiles
and cuddles and rainbows. [knocking]
Who could that be?
Yeah, who could that be?
[knocking continues]
What is it, Nancy?
Oh, I'm not Nancy.
And I'm not Bree.
We're friendly neighbors who are just stopping by
so our babies can have a playdate.
Sorry you have to be a baby, Marabelle,
but it's for the children.
Chiffon likes being a baby.
Don't you, Chiffon?
That can't possibly be true, Bree.
Chiffon is a grown doll.
So? She still likes being a baby sometimes.
[grunts] Bree, Marabelle finds it hard to believe
that her best friend likes being a baby.
Why?
Because being a baby is babyish.
[sighs] Anyway...
We also brought Sally Merry and Trucky a gift.
‐What is it? ‐Delicious, healthy carrots.
Nah, our kids can't play right now.
They're napping.
[honking] I like smiles
and cuddles and rainbows.
Tum tum. Tum tum. Tum tum.
They're not napping. They're wide awake and playing with Freddy.
I like smiles and cuddles and rainbows.
They're asleep. Bye.
Tum tum. Tum tum.
But, JoJo, you're not playing house right.
Sacré bleu!
We try to help them, and this is the thanks we get?
[Trucky honking] [Freddy laughs]
Tum tum. Tum tum. Tum tum.
Let's have a sword fight.
Yeah, a carrot sword fight.
Take that! Arr. Now we're pirate parents.
[Sally Merry] You're a great Mommy, JoJo.
[giggles]
I love playing house.
[Freddy] We're the best parents ever.
I can't believe they're having a sword fight in front of the children.
There's got to be some way to get through to them.
[gasps] Ooh là l.
Bree, I know who Freddy and JoJo will listen to.
Argh! Walk the plank, kids.
Into the sharks with you.
You're a great Mommy, JoJo.
[coos] [honks]
Arr! [giggles]
[knocking] Who is it?
It's Grandpa and Grandmama,
and we've come to see our grandchildren.
Yeah! Grandparents!
Now, where are our darling little grandkids?
[both] Oh! They're on the floor.
I mean, there they are.
Aw, hey there, little kiddos.
My, you're getting so big.
Yay! Presents.
They're not carrots, are they?
No, no, of course not.
It's an exciting new book we're going to read
to the little babies.
Yay! Trucky loves story time.
Okay, Sally Merry. Sit down and listen to the story.
Once upon a time, there were two little kids
who thought they knew how to play house.
But they were quite wrong.
They were under the impression it was okay
to give their kids sweets for dinner.
But that was the most terrible idea,
because when you eat sweets for dinner, you get cavities.
That's fancy for rotting teeth.
I don't like this story.
Hmph. I don't either.
Stop telling us how to play.
Get out!
And never come back.
But what about visiting our grandchildren?
No! You can't see them anymore.
[gasps] How could they keep us
from our grandbabies?
I don't know. But everything's okay, Chiffon.
Let's not forget to give our own babies some attention.
[grunts] Bree, why are you calling Marabelle and Chiffon babies?
They are mature, grown‐up dolls.
It's fun to pretend Chiffon's a baby sometimes.
Wanna have a tea party with us, baby Chiffon?
[gasps] Oh, no, no, no, no. No, no!
I am 100% positive Chiffon is not a baby.
Is too.
Is not. Marabelle would not be best friends with a baby.
She's my doll, so I get to choose.
[grunts] Fine.
If Chiffon absolutely, positively must be a baby,
then she cannot come to our tea party.
Why not? What's the big deal?
The big, huge, gigantic deal,
which is quite obvious to all, uh, grown‐ups,
is that babies are not grown‐up enough to sip pretend tea
and enjoy pretend cucumber sandwiches at a tea party.
We're going to play tea party with baby Chiffon.
Au contraire, we are going to play tea party with grown‐up Chiffon.
Stop telling me how to play.
[both] Hmph.
Oh, Bree, what are we doing? I'm sorry.
Playing is supposed to be fun.
Yeah, I know.
So, if you want baby Chiffon at our tea party, that's fine with me.
Thanks, Nancy.
It feels good to play pretend the way I want.
[Freddy] Look out below. [JoJo] Whee! Sally Merry!
[honks] We love you, Mommy JoJo. [coos]
I guess they're not doing anything wrong playing house their own way.
Yeah, as long as they're having fun, why should it bother us?
[both laugh]
JoJo, Freddy,
we're sorry we tried to tell you how to play house.
Okay, but we're not playing house anymore.
Now we're going to the moon.
[honks] Pssh!
It's a happy day. Who wants to play?
I do! I do! [laughs]
[Freddy, JoJo laugh]
Have fun.
Here's to playing however you want.