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Meet the newest member of our daycare,
Richard Swimmins.
All: Yayyyy!
- And, to learn about res-pon-si-bi-li-ty,
you kids will take care of him.
- Me first! Me first! Meeeeee! Me-me-me!
Good morning Richard Swimmins!
Are you hungry?
(Water gurgles)
♪ Feedin' Richard Swimmins Feedin' Richard Swimmins ♪
♪ I've got arms and he's got fins ♪
♪ Feedin' Richard Swimmins Feedin' Richard Swim-- ♪
Empty?! (Groans)
Richard's not going hungry on my watch!
(reading) Hmm, savoury steakhouse sirloin flavour?
Oh, yes please!
(Water splashes)
- Your 20 steaks, Madame.
- Yes. Thank you.
We'll also have two steak sodas and for dessert,
some steak ice cream!
(Happy sigh)
(Water gurgles)
- Who keeps feeding the puppets jam?!
Puppets ain't real - stop trying to make 'em eat!
- Hm?
- (Grumble) what is wrong with these kids?
- Chef, something's wrong with Richard Swimmins!
Did I not feed him enough?
- Pretty sure that's not the problem.
But don't worry. Richard just needs to freshen up a bit.
There! Good as new!
All: (Cheer)
- Huh. That was an amazing recovery.
- Truth is, Richard's a picky eater.
Only 3 shakes of food or he's gonna... (gasp)
or else there's a chance you'll... (groans)
You know what, from now on feeding Richard
is a Chef job, okay? Okay.
(Groans)
- Wow! Your bowl is filthy, Richard!
Don't worry, I'll fix it up.
Your home will be clean as a whistle!
(Detergent squirt)
(Water gurgles)
- Oh, come on!
How'd gum get in this book
when gum isn't even allowed in the daycare?!
(Blows, bubble pops)
- Bubbles? Oh, that can't be good.
- Doesn't Richard seem happier now
that his bowl's squeaky clean?
Look at 'em in there, floatin' on his back
and chillin' like a boss.
- Harold, Richard looks, um...
like a boss.
I'm just gonna take him for a drink of fresh water.
- I hope Richard is okay...
All: (Cheer)
- So, Richard is fine?
- Well... actually...
he was! (Chuckles)
And now his bowl's clean
so no one needs to clean it again.
Ever. Got it? Okay.
- Hm... something fishy's going here.
Wait, was that a pun?
Ugh. So mainstream.
I disappoint me.
(Rain patters heavily)
(Door shuts) - Brrrr!
It's raining outside. Now I'm soaked
and c-c-c-old.
(Gasp) Richard Swimmins must be freezing.
Not only is he soaking wet, but he's naked too!
(Knob cranks)
There. This heater oughtta warm him up.
(Cats meow)
- Does anyone else hear cats?
(Meowing)
(Sniffs)
And why does it smell like seafood restauran--
(Water bubbles)
Oh, come on!
- Richard Swimmins was chilly, so we're warming him up.
- Something wrong with Richard, Chef?
- Hm? Oh nah.
He's all good.
I just need to... to, uh...
take him to his doctor's appointment.
Yeah. That.
- I hope Richard is okay,
I, I didn't even know fish had doctors.
- Duh! They're called sturgeons!
- Well...?
- Well what--oh-oh! Right!
Perfectly healthy!
All: (Cheer) - Richard!
- Wow! Fish doctors are fast.
- But you know when you boil a fish--
See, a cooked fish is usually-
(Groans) No more fish on the heater, okay?
- Okay, Chef is definitely up to something...
but what?
Black magic? Necromancy?
Ooh! I hope it's necromancy!
- Did you guys hear what Chef said?
A perfect bill of health!
Richard Swimmins isn't just tough...
he's invincible!
- Yeah! He shouldn't be stuck in that bowl anyway.
He should be out, having fun with us!
All: Yaaaaaaaaaa!
- Guys? Maybe don't take-- (Defeated sigh)
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- What a save by Richard Swimmins!
(Bowl cracks, water splashes)
- Chef!
All: (Cheer)
(Tires squeal)
(Glass shatters, crash)
- Chef!
All: (Cheer)
(Rocket whooshes)
(Richard splats)
- Chef!
All: (Cheer)
- You know what's going on, right?
Chef is bringing Richard Swimmins back from the dead!
I wonder how...
(Sinister music)
(Electricity crackles)
- (Growls)
- It's alive! It's alive!
It's alive!
(Lightning strikes)
- Or all those fish are dead,
and he just replaces them with a new Richard.
Yeah. Probably that.
- Poor little guys.
Gwen: Chef? - (Startled) Ahh!
- Why don't you tell them the truth?
- Ah! Gwen, I was just-just--
I have no idea what you're talking about.
- No? Then whatcha puttin' in the ground, Chef?
- Just some...beans.
Gar-garbonzo beans...
part of the chic pea family... (Nervous chuckle)
- Just tell them the fish are dead.
- C'mon, girl! I ain't no child psychologist!
How am I supposed to tell 'em somethin' like that?!
- Fine. I'll tell them.
- No-no-no-no. No wait!
I mean... if you were going to tell them...
how would you do it?
- (Groans) The fish are dead
because you keep killing them over and over and o--
Beth and Izzy: Chef! Chef!
- What can I do for you, girls?
- It's Richard. - Hurry!
- They need to know.
Are you going to tell them the truth this time?
- Yes? Maybe.
I don't know!
Owen: Huh. I guess Richard isn't very good
at double dutch. - (Emotional gulp)
I'm sorry, children, but Richard Swimmins is...
- Chef, you can do it.
- (Throat clear) What I'm trying to say is,
your fish is-
(Shivers)
(Emotional sigh) C'mon, Chef.
You got this.
- Chef? Are you crying?
- What? No!
I was, uh, cutting onions.
- Can I have some onions?
- No. Let's just stop talking.
We don't need talk about anything.
- (Groans) I'm just gonna spell it out for everyone.
Richard is d-e--
- D-e-lightfully fine! Ha ha!
- Richard is more than fine! He's awesome!
that's why I gave him this tattoo... see?
Hey! Where'd it go?
That was permanent ink!
- (Nervous groan)
(Door slams)
- I'm getting the feeling that Chef's
hiding something from us. - Y'think?
- Let's go ask him what's going on.
- (Crying) I'm pulling for you new Richard Swimmins!
(Sniffles)
maybe you'll be the one that makes it.
Either way, those sweet, innocent kids
can never know that--
Owen: Chef...? - (Gasp)
- Does this mean... all the other Richards...
died?
- Yes. They did.
But don't feel bad. You kids didn't do anything wrong.
You didn't mean to--
- That was really irresponsible of you!
- Wh-what?
- We thought Richard was invisible.
If you'd said something, we coulda saved the lives
of dozens of fish!
- Yeah! How were we supposed to know
fish don't like soapy water or being launched into the air
or getting boiled on a heater or--
- But I thought telling you would hurt your--
- Bad chef. Bad.
- Okay! You're right. I'm sorry!
- So, if all the other Richards bit it...
what did you do with them?
- Don't worry. I did right by those little heroes.
And you can visit them whenever you--
- Chef, you better come see this.
(Birds chirp)
(Cats meow, bones crunch)
All: (Scream in horror) Noooo!
- None of these kids are going to eat fish for a long time.
♪♪♪
Chef: Gather around, children.
After the recent string of incidents
involving Richard Swimmins,
I decided a new pet might be in order.
Meet rocky!
- (Gasp) He's adorable.
All: (Cheer)
- And the best part is you can play with him
however you want.
He's super tough, up for anything,
and no one will get hurt.
All: Yayyyyy!
(Clunk, glass shatters) - Whoooaaaa!
(Pinging)
(Aquarium shatters) (Fish gulps)
(Landing thud)
(Happy purring meows)
- Oooh no!
- Saw that coming all the way.
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