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It's partner play time!
(Rumbling) I said, it's partner play time!
I call Courtney!
Yeah! - Woo-hoo!
- Jude! You and me?
- What's this for? - You'll see.
- I'm choose bear!
- (Roars) - Woo-hoo!
- Um, sorry Gwen, Owen is my bestie,
so i'm gonna-- - Dibs on Noah!
- (Grunts) My spine.
- What-ever. I've got a partner.
- Come on out, Susie. I know you're in there.
- You keep a girl in your backpack?
- Just her body. Her head's at home.
(Scared whimpers)
- There you are.
(Gasps) Princess Penelope?!
Announcer: Princess Penelope is not just a poodle.
She's a pretty pink princess poodle.
♪ She shimmers, she shines
♪ Yeah, she's all mine
♪ Princess Penelope poodle
Warning: Penelope is not a real poodle,
not a real princess and pretty is a subjective opinion.
Crown and legs sold separately.
- (Grunts)
- Hi, Gwen! Whooooa.
Is that your pretty pink princess poodle?
I love that commercial!
- Ah poodle? What poodle?
There's no poodle here.
Okay, yes, it's my pretty pink princess poodle!
A relic from my past.
From before I was dark.
You see, once upon a time...
I was a cheerful little girl.
(Thunder cracks)
Then I wasn't. The end.
But my love for princess Penelope never changed.
If the others find out I have a pink poodle
they'll laugh at me.
- Sure it's not your princess poodle?
Pretty sure I saw it fall outta your backpack
before you threw it.
- Nope. That didn't happen. Maybe you dreamt it.
- So you're saying I'm still asleep?
Ah! I better get back to bed so I'm there when I wake up!
Strange, but falling asleep in really weird places
isn't nearly as much fun as it sounds.
Ahhh! (Thud)
(Snores)
(Splash, rumbling)
(Water whooshes) Ahhh!
(Thud, bees buzz) Ahhhh!
- Where are you?
(Gasp) I'm sorry, princess Penelope,
I didn't mean to put you in the trash--
- Whoa. A pretty pink princess poodle?!
Oh, are you playing with it?
- No.
I have rules about my poodle.
Rule number 1, no one touches my poodle.
That's all.
- So then... can I have it?
- Uhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn.
- Why are you making that noise?
- Just 'cause.
T-t-take it.
- (Grunts)
Give me the poodle.
- Uhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!
- Ooh! My kettle must be ready!
- This stinks.
Argh. Where did Beth go with it?
- Weeeeeee....
Faster poodle, faster!
Whoa!
- Stop telling my poodle what to do.
Izzy: My turn.
(Laughs) You said I'd get a turn.
Gimmie a turn. Turn! Turn! Turn!
- Okaaaaay.
- Penelope's fine. Stay calm.
- Penelope, meet Rick. Super!
Squishy! Poodle! Ride!
(Squeaking)
- (Gasps)
- I have an idea that's way more exciting. And wet.
It's a water ride called the... flush zone!
- No!!!
- I need more toys!
Kitty and fish!
Poodle's goin' on a ride!
Woo-woo-woo!
- Not happening.
C'mon Susie, we need a ladder.
Izzy: Weeeee, welcome to, the flush zone!
- Be brave princess Penelope, I'm coming.
- Woo-hoo--hoo!
You need a bigger bowl fishies!
Courtney: Fish don't swim in toilets.
- Fish swim in mine!
Hi, Bojack, Willie and Samson!
(Toilet flushes) Yeah!
Bye Bojack, Willie and Samson!
- (Gasps) Oh no!
- Flush time for you pretty pink poodle!
Meow, you too kitten lickin'!
(Barks) Send a postcard from the sewage treatment plant.
Woohoo!
(Giggles)
(Splash, toilet flushes)
Everybody out! The flush zone is about to blow!
- Wait! What does that mean?!
Izzzzzy?!
(Water whooshes) Ahhhhhh!
(Groans)
- I'm going to leave you up here, princess Penelope,
then come get you at the end of the day.
You'll be safe. No one will find you up here.
- Hi, Gwen! Watcha doing?
- I'm... just...
practicing crawling.
What are you doing up here?
- Well, the flush zone exploded so I'm looking for my toys.
(Gasps) Is that my princess poodle!
I knew it, there's princess poodle, Gwen!
(Echoes) Poodle Gwen! Poodle Gwen!
I love her cause she's so pink! Pink! Pink! Pink! Pink!
And so pretty!
Pretty! Pretty! Pretty! Pretty!
- Stop making echoes!
- Okay. C'mon poodle,
it's time to see if you can beat the windmill of death!
(Gasps)
- Fly pretty pink princess poodle!
But don't die!
Oooohhhhhh. You made it!
Again!
Aaaaaaaaaaaahh. Close one!
Whoa-ho-ho.
You are one lucky pretty pink princess poodle!
- Windmill of death, huh?
Shouldn't that fan be going faster?
- You are right!
- Why are you doing this? - Because it's so much fun.
(Fan whooshes)
- Ah! No!
- You're acting weird, Gwen.
The poodle isn't yours, is it?
- No-no-no-no.
It's just that there are better things
to throw at a ceiling fan.
Like...this... can of paint!
- This is a terrible idea.
I like it!!
Yeah! (Splat)
(Gasp, groans)
- Don't be sad, Jude, you just won the game of paint toss.
- Oh. Sweeeeet.
Woohoo!
Winner, coming through!
- Congratulations!
- Hey Gwen! - Ahh!
The bathroom exploded and--
- Yeah. That's great, gotta run.
I got to uh.... pick some flowers.
- That was weird. But then so is Gwen.
- Penelope? Penelope?
What are you looking for, Gwen?
- Ah... pink...
stuffed poodle...
- Sorry, it sounded like you said a pink stuffed poodle,
but I know that can't be right.
I mean, you, with a pink poodle.
(Chuckle) That'll like a turkey with no stuffing,
potatoes with no gravy,
pie with no ice-cream.
What are we gonna do??
- (Sighs) Nevermind. - Glad I could help.
- Still stinks.
Penelope, where are you?
Penelope... ugh.
Not here either.
Yes!
- Did you find what you were looking for?!
- It's always a risk with head transplants.
They don't always take.
(Sighs) I'll go notify the next of kin.
- Wait, a new patient!
- Prepare for surgery.
This is a complicated case, doctor.
- I conquer, she's definitely going to need some
major reconstructive surgery.
Stat. Luckily I came prepared.
- Whaty'cha lookin for?
- Nothing. Uh, well...
looking for a pink poodle.
That's totally not mine.
- If I was looking for your pink poodle,
I'd get up high so that i could see.
- (Chuckle) You mean the poodle that's not mine.
- Just go get her.
Whoaaa.
My first kiss from a girl who's not my mom.
It was actually kinda nice.
Wait. Does that mean I'm married now?
I'm not ready for that kind of commitmen, dude.
(Crying)
- (Sighs)
- Gwen, what are you doing up there?
Chef says not to climb up on top of the castle.
Gweeeeeen. You're not listening!
I'm telling!
- Ahhh!
Gwen: (horrified gasp) Penelope! Stop!!!
Stop stop stop stop stop!
Stooooop!
- I'm sorry, but the operating room is families only.
- I am family.
The pretty pink princess poodle is mine!
All: (Gasp)
- But it's so pink!
And cute! And fluffy!
And sparkly! And princessy!
- I know it is. So go ahead.
You can all laugh at me now.
- Why would we do that?
Um, cause I'm kinda dark,
and like black and worms,
and the rain, and can be obsessed with death.
- And cemeteries. - And autopsies.
- Yes. And I don't smile much or sing or like games,
but I still have a heart
and even though she's pink, and pretty, and a poodle,
my heart loves princess Penelope!
- Cool. But I gotta poop.
- Whatevs, (yawns)
it's my nap time now.
- Eh... I'm gonna go fingerpaint.
- Wanna play? I like poodles, too! See?
(Ribbit)
- That's a frog.
- Neeeeeiiiigggghhhh!
- Okay, so no one laughed at me.
Maybe I got worked up over nothing.
(Toy squeaks)
Okay, that's not mine.