Blythe: Almost done? Youngmee: Yes, almost... done? Uh, I mean, it's not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but- Zoe: [Barking] Blythe: Yikes! Youngmee: You don't like it. Blythe: Well, I don't know that it's a good everyday look, but if I ever get a job as a street performer, I'll know who to come to for makeup lessons. [Both laughing] Youngmee: I don't know why, but it's a lot harder to put this stuff on somebody else's face than it is your own. It is for me, anyway. Blythe & Zoe: Obviously! [Laughing] Youngmee: Did you both say the same thing just now? I mean, the "obviously"? Blythe: Uh-huh. Youngmee: That's so cool that you can understand each other. I'd love to be able to talk to my pet... if I had one. Blythe, I've been thinking. My aunt has Buttercream and you have Zoe and the rest of the day campers as your pet pals. Well... maybe it's time for me to have a pet friend, too. Blythe: Really? I think that's awesome. Youngmee: Yeah. But I want to make sure I pick the right pet. Zoe: Darling, you can help her with that! Blythe: That's a great idea, Zoe. Youngmee: What's Zoe's great idea? Blythe: That I can help you find the perfect pet. Maybe I can set up a bunch of interviews and, you know, pre-screen for the ones you like the best. Youngmee: Ooh, this is getting exciting! Blythe: All you have to do is tell me what kind of pet you'd like. Youngmee: Well, I'd like an adorable furry, or scaly, or feathery, or fishy forever friend. Blythe: Okay. Kinda general, but it's a starting point. Now- Youngmee: But they can't be too big or too small, and if they're furry, not overly furry. They should be super friendly, of course, but it's okay if they're socially awkward... Zoe: Sounds like you may have your work cut out for you. Blythe: You know, Zoe, I think you may be right.
Mrs. Twombly: Well, there we go - Littlest Pet Street development project, as if seen from a hot air balloon or a large, flying reptile. Pretty good!
Clive Gimbal: Ah-HA! This looks like performing bear fur. And if there's anyone who knows what performing bear fur looks like, it's me - circus animal control officer Clive Gimbal! [Sniff, gag] P.U.! This performing bear needs a bath! Aah!
Blythe: Okay, Youngmee. Over the last few days, I've talked to a bunch of prospective pets. But maybe instead of showing you all the interviews, we can narrow things down a bit. Youngmee: Great! Blythe: So, I'm sure by now you've decided if you want a mammal, reptile, bird, or fish. Youngmee: Um, yes? Blythe: You don't sound very sure. Youngmee: Sorry, I guess I don't want to limit myself just yet. Blythe: Okay. Do you have any thoughts on size? Youngmee: Yes. Blythe: Perfect. How big do you want your pet? Youngmee: Big enough. Blythe: Youngmee! Youngmee: I'm sorry, I do know I want my pet to be able to move. Blythe: Well, that's a start.
Pepper: Great idea to throw a snack party, Zoe. Zoe: Thanks, sweetie. I have my moments! Sunil: [Eating] Mmm! Your mushroom cookies are fungus-tastic! Russell: Glad you like 'em! Minka: Wanna try my gourmet snack? Penny Ling: Isn't that just a banana? Minka: Uh-huh! Penny Ling: Okay! [Eating] Mmm! [Ding] Vinnie: Does anyone want some housefly souffle? Pets: NO! Vinnie: Oh, good. [Eating] [Gasp] [Stuttering] B-b-b-b-b- Sunil: [Sigh] What is wrong, my friend? Did we cause you emotional distress by our unified rejection of your grotesque snack? Vinnie: Beeeeeeeaaaaaaar! [Bear growling] Pets: [Gasp] [Screaming] Russell: Why is a bear running loose in D-d-Downtown City?! Vinnie: Oh, no! This is the start of the bear-pocalypse, as foretold in that fine made-for-television film, Bear-pocalypse Meets Piranha-palooza! Sunil: So true! Downtown City is no place for a frightening bear! Penny Ling: Ahem! Vinnie: Oh, yeah! You're a bear in Downtown City! Sunil: [Awkward laugh] But, uh, you're quite cute, and non-threatening! Penny Ling: For the moment. Russell: There's got to be a logical explanation of why- [Bear growling] Russell: There's a very large bear standing right behind me, isn't there? Pets: [Screaming]
Poodle: Um, I'm a poodle, obviously. And I like squeaky toys best, as they sound like tiny, mythological creatures to my mind. You know, elves, gnomes, and pixies, not trolls, or ogres, and the like. Just the friendly ones. When I hear a squeaky toy, it takes me to my happy place. [Laugh] Youngmee: What did she say? Blythe: She really loves squeaky toys because they remind her of magical creatures and happy places. Youngmee: Oh. I'm not sure how to react to that. Blythe: Yeah, me neither. Poodle: You wouldn't happen to have any squeaky toys or pixies here, would you?
[Bear growling] Pets: [Screaming] Ivan: [Coughing] One moment, please. [Coughing continues] Ah, there! Forgive me, the tiny window was unlatched, so I squeezed through and let myself in. Russell: How did you ever do that? Ivan: I get much practice squeezing into tiny clown car at circus. Also, please forgive for menacing noises. I was not making with growl, but merely clearing throat. It's full of dust out there! [Laugh] If I may ask, what is this place? Minka: Well, mister big bear, you've only stumbled into the very best pet place in the whole wide world – Littlest Pet Shop! Nice hat, by the way. Ivan: [Laugh] Thank you! My name Ivan. I am circus performer, who is also bear. I, uh, not mean to impose, but would it be allowable to stay for a short period of time? I was accidentally separated from traveling circus and need place to hide out for a while. Sunil: Hide out? From what? Ivan: Not what, who. There is circus animal control officer who has picked up my scent. Where I come from, man in uniform chasing bear almost never ends well... for bear. [Inhale] Now here I am, drawn in by the delightful aroma of delicious-smelling pet treats. So... may I stay until owner realizes I am missing? Russell: Can you give us one moment, Ivan? Ivan: Da. Penny Ling: What should we do? Russell: Need I remind everyone that jaunty clown cap or not, we're dealing with a big scary bear with big scary claws and teeth? Pepper: Oh, please! Don't you think if he was going to eat us, he would've done it by now? Sunil: Not necessarily! He might've eaten recently and is just saving us for dessert! Minka: Ah, that's just silly, Sunil! Everyone knows bears don't like dessert. Penny Ling: As a bear, I can tell you that dessert is the most important meal of the day, not counting breakfast, brunch, lunch, afternoon snack, and dinner. Vinnie: Uh, what if we tell him he can stay as long as he doesn't gobble us up? Pets: [Sounds of agreement] Russell: Ivan, we've decided you can stay as long as you promise not to eat us. Ivan: It deal, my friends! Now, may I impose upon you to share your scrumptious pet treats? I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole day camp full of pets! Pets: [Screaming] Ivan: Kidding! I am kidder! Pets: [Relieved sighs]
Clive: Oh, you're making it too easy on me, Mr. Performing Bear. Nothing escapes the watchful eye of Clive Gimbal, circus animal control officer!
Gerbil: Yo, I'm a gerbil, and I like to work out a lot, you know what I mean? Lifting weights, burrowing under cedar shavings, whatever. Any sort of thing that helps keep this bro fit and trim. Oh, and I love Korean food. Kimchi is fantastic - spicy, picked cabbage. Boom! Blythe: He likes exercising and eating Korean food. Youngmee: Uh, I don't know. Blythe: Youngmee, I'm not just saying this because he's the 19th pet interview we've seen, but I think he might be perfect for you. He's adorable and he likes kimchi. Youngmee: He is adorable, but - and do not tell my parents - I don't like kimchi! Gerbil: [Straining] Whoa, whoa, whoa! [Crash]
Mrs. Twombly: [Humming] Wha-? [Clamoring] Howling harpsichords! There's a bear in the hiz-ouse! Well, the pets certainly seem to be getting along with him. Oh, Blythe must've checked him in while I was upstairs working on my model Littlest Pet Street! I have to admit, I never expected to see a huge bear in the day camp. Then again, I never expected to be Downtown City's biggest real estate mogul either! Take that, Fisher Biskit!
Iguana: [Wheezing laugh] Apparently, I, uh, I come across as being somewhat, uh, intimidating. But I can assure you that I'm as gentle as a, as a, as a, uh - what do they call 'em? - uh, with the little ears and the soft fur, and the, the, the um - uh, whiskers. Blythe: A kitten? Iguana: No, uh, a wolverine! Ha! Yes, I'm as gentle as a wolverine! Uh, I mean kitten.
[Russian dance music] Ivan: Tada! Pets: [Cheering] Ivan: And now I do impression of fearsome Siberian tiger. Pets: Oooh! Ivan: [Inhale] [Loud roar] Clive: [Gasp] A Siberian tiger is on the loose! Or a circus bear doing a very good impression of a Siberian tiger? Mrs. Twombly: Barking bouncing biscuits! Don't tell me Blythe checked in a Siberian tiger too! Oh, nopers! It's just that mildly intimidating brown bear with the funny little hat. Mental note to self, talk to Blythe about a possible weight, claw, and fang limit on future day campers.
Youngmee: So, tell us a little bit about yourself. Blythe: Huh. Well, he may not be much of a talker, but he sure is cute. Look at the beautiful colors on those fins. And low maintenance! There's a lot to be said for low maintenance pets, on account of they're... low maintenance. Youngmee: I guess so. Blythe: So I take it it's a no for this guy too. Youngmee: I think so... I don't know. You're supposed to know when you know, you know? Blythe: I know. [Sigh] Let's take a break and grab something to eat. Youngmee: As long as it's not kimchi. [Door closes]
Pets: [Cheering] Russell: Ivan, that was the best Siberian tiger impression I've ever heard! Ivan: Ahhh. You know, my friends, this is the most relaxed I've been in years! Minka: Really? Ivan: Da. Most people, and even other animals, are afraid of me. Vinnie: Well, I was terrified. Sunil: Petrified! Vinnie: If there was a word that combines those two emotions- Sunil: Ter-petrified. Vinnie: Yeah, I was that! Zoe: But now that we know you, Ivan, we can see that you're just a big softie in a diminutive yet stylish clown hat. Ivan: I am grateful all of you are not type to judge bear by his cover. [Laughing] Oh... That was joke that combined both references to my physical nature and known phrase that makes assumptions about individuals in the published works based on outward appearances. I am a literary kidder... who is also bear. Blythe: Oh, I can't believe I forgot my phone. Sorry about that. Youngmee: Don't worry about it. Cafe Cafe isn't going anywhere. Blythe: Who knows? We may even see Jason #1 of the Soul Patches there! It is one of his hangouts, after all! [Fangirl shriek] Pepper: I know what you mean about being misjudged, Ivan. A skunk walking into a room full of people or pets never gets a positive reaction. Russell: Nobody wants to hung me because they think they'll get stuck by my quills. Sunil: But Russell, they will get stuck by your quills, will they not? Russell: [Tearfully] Well, yes! But it doesn't mean I wouldn't like a hug! Ivan: Aww, come here, my little prickly friend! Russell: Oh, ohhhh! Ah, it's nice! Ivan: Owww! Russell: Sorry. [All laughing] Blythe: What the huh? A bear in the day camp? Huh, Mrs. Twombly must've checked him in. I should talk to her about possible weight, claw, and fang limits on future day campers. Vinnie: [Laughing] Huh? [Smack!] Hey, come back here! [Thud] Hey, some creepy guy in uniform is looking in through the window. Ivan: Ah! It's circus animal control officer I told you about earlier! If I am captured, who knows what will happen? Vinnie: It's okay, he's gone. Ivan: Whew! Mrs. Twombly: May I help you? Minka: Uh oh, here comes that officer man! Ivan: Borsht! [Thud] Ah! Clive: Okay, performing bear! I know you're in here somewhere! How do I know? You left a trail of furballs and discarded snack bags leading up to that back window, that's how! Mrs. Twombly: Excuse me, who are you and what are you doing in my day camp? Clive: I'm the city circus animal control officer and I'm looking for something that might be in here. Mrs. Twombly: What kind of something? Clive: Sorry, ma'am, it's against regulations to reveal the object of my search until said furry object is located. Mrs. Twombly: Well, these pets are not from the circus and I don't think your intentions are any good! Clive: Gah! I think I know I saw what I saw, and I'll keep coming back until I think I know I see it again! [Crash] [Cat meows] Mrs. Twombly: Well, I think you won't! Clive: Don't worry, I'm okay! Mrs. Twombly: Oh, the nerve of some people! [Thud] Ivan: [Groan] I am done for. Russell: Don't worry, Ivan. We'll do whatever we can to hide you until your owner shows up. Ivan: I only hope you are successful, my friends.
Mrs. Twombly: Welcome to Littlest Pet Shop, where we don't sell pets, we cater to them. May I help you? Sir? Clive: Oh, just looking around? Mrs. Twombly: Well, help yourself. We don't only cater to pets, we cater to customers, too. [Balloon pops] Clive: Gah! [Awkward laugh] Hello again! Aaah! [Crash] Don't worry, I'm okay!
Youngmee: Sorry about all this trouble, Blythe. I don't know why, but I thought it would be easier to pick the right pet. Blythe: Yeah, me too. Don't worry, it's like you said, you'll know when you know. Huh, it doesn't look like Jason #1 made it here today. Oh, well. [Gulp] What the who? OMG, that's the bear I just saw at the day camp! Youngmee: The bear in the where? Blythe: In the shop's day camp. He's hanging out with the pets! Youngmee: That's odd. It says he's missing and his name is Ivan. Ooh, good pet name! I'm gonna remember that one! Blythe: Come on, we've got to get back to the shop.
Blythe: Okay, where is he? Russell: Uhhh, where's who? Blythe: Russell! Ivan: [Awkward laugh] Blythe: Why don't you come down from there before you hurt yourself, Ivan? [Thud] [All screaming] Ivan: How do you know me when I've never known you? Blythe: I'm Blythe, and I got your name from this. Ivan: Oh, that is me! Where did you get? Blythe: Your owner put it up. He's been looking for you, so I called and told him where you are. Vinnie: His owner isn't the only one looking for him. Ivan: This is why I hid on ceiling. An officer of control is also looking for to no doubt take me to circus animal jail or something equally unbearable! I must stay out of sight until my owner arrives. Blythe: Well, that'll be pretty soon. [Horn honking] As a matter of fact, that should be him now. [Horn honking] Mrs. Twombly: Hmm... Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought you might be someone else. How can I help you, sir? [Horn honking] Mrs. Twombly: Your name is Bumbles and someone called and said your pet performing bear is at Littlest Pet Shop? Blythe: That would be me, Mrs. Twombly. I called Bumples. His bear is right here. Mad clown horn interpreting skills, by the way. [Horn honking] Youngmee: Now that's the kind of connection I want to have with my pet... if I ever get one, that is. Blythe: You will. We're just making sure you get the right pet. Ivan: Well, my little pet friends, thank you for letting me share some quality good times with you. Littlest Pet Shop is indeed the very best pet place in the whole wide world! [Horn honking] Ivan: Must go. Goodbye, all! Pets: [Indistinct] [Horn honking] Clive: Ah-HA! There you are! [Screaming] [Crash] [Horn honking] Blythe: Well, it looks like you won't be able to take Ivan to circus animal jail, after all. Clive: Circus animal jail? [Laughing] You're watching too much reality TV, little missy. Blythe: Then why were you after him? Clive: To inspect his tiny clown hat. According to Section 31.1 B of the Downtown City circus animal care code, and I quote, all circus animal headgear shall be inspected on an annual basis for the purpose of determining if repair or replacement is necessary. I just needed to make sure his jaunty little chapaeu wasn't in violation of code. Mrs. Twombly: Well, we certainly can't have that. Clive: Well, I must be off. Pepper: That's an understatement.
Blythe: Okay, what are you two doing here? You're already somebody's pet. Sunil: Personally, I am here because I wanted to experience the joy of being chosen once again as there is no happier feeling. After that, I was going home. Vinnie: I'm here because the new guy invited me. Blythe: New guy? Vinnie: [Laughing] This guy's hilarious! Vinnie & Sunil: [Laughing]
