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Whoa!

Gweeseek!

Gweeseek, get over -- Come on.

Whoa! [ Grunts ]

Huh?

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[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Up-tempo dance music plays ]

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Gwee, you watching?

Check this out!

Round up! Flip that whistle!

I-I can't! I'm not ready!

Itty-Bitty Beat Boys never back down.

They always...

Back it up! ...back it up!

Now flip that whistle!

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[ Laughing ]

Mom?

[ Grunts ] [ Groans ]

Keep dancing. Don't mind me.

You know I don't like it when people watch me do stuff!

But you're just so cute.

Mom!

Okay. I'll let you boys play.

What's with my mom? She's dressed up all fancy.

Maybe she's going to a funeral.

But everyone I know is alive. [ Telephone ringing ]

And now the phone's ringing?! What's going on in this place?!

I'm so very excited for the ballet tonight.

[ Down-tempo music playing ]

Yes. It's a date.

Ooh! A date.

You hear that, Prangle?

[ Echoing ] Date.

Date.

Date.

Prangle?

Hello? Prangle?

[ Voice distorted ] Your mom's in love.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

She's getting married, Prangle,

and she's giving you away!

No!

[ Sighs ]

Tig: [ Normal voice ] Prangle?

Prangle?

Gaah!

Tiggy, did you hear that?

My mom has a bo-oyf-- Ugh.

A-A bwy-- A boy-- boy...

You trying to say "boyfriend"? [ Moans ]

No! Prangle! Gaah!

[ Grunts ] [ Grunts ]

I like things the way they are, just the two of us.

This is gonna ruin everything!

I'll help you figure out who it is.

Tiggy, you got to help me figure out -- Oh. Okay.

Y-You're -- You're -- You're already -- Okay. I get it. Yeah.

Prangle, you can relax, because Seek and I are on the ca-a--

Whoa! [ Grunts ]

Gweeseek, I'm gonna take that marble away from you.

You want me to take it away from you?

'Cause I will take it away from you!

[ Yowls, hisses ]

Okay. Okay. Sorry. Sorry. Just keep it.

[ Insects chirping ]

Suitor number one. Boss.

Boss! That dirty dog!

Keep your mutt mitts off my mom!

No, Prangle. We don't know that it's Boss.

This is just a list of possible suspects.

Right. Right. Right. Right. Right.

Right. Right. Right. Right.

My mom's allergic to dogs anyway.

Suitor number two. The churro man.

That churro-slinging brute!

Never trust a man who sugars his dough!

[ Spits ]

No, Prangle. [ Sighs ]

Again, we don't know that it's the churro man.

Aha!

So it is Boss! No.

Well, if it's not the churro man

and it's not Boss, then who could it be?

[ Knock on door ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ] Oh. Hello.

I'm here to take your mother to the ballet.

Cool. Nobody cares, okay?

Yeah. Nobody cares.

Okay. Back to the mystery man.

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Wait. What if it's This Guy?

[ Exhales sharply, sniffs ] Ooh.

[ Both laughing ]

Oh, man! Can you imagine?

Look at him!

He's an even bigger dork than me!

I know. I know.

As soon as I said it, I was like,

"Why did I say that?"

Have a good night, boys. I left money for toaster cakes.

Thanks, Mom! Thanks, Mom!

After you.

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[ Gasps ] Wait. Prangle!

I know who it is!

He was right in front of us the whole time!

Who? Who?!

Isn't it obvious?

Your mom's boyfriend is this guy!

[ Gasps ]

This Great Bellardini guy!

My mom's dating the Great Bellardini?!

Oh, no!

He's a "once-in-a-generation vision in tights"!

Oh, Tiggy! Don't let my mommy give me away!

Don't be ridiculous. She wouldn't give you away.

Who would take you?

No one wants me! I don't even want myself!

[ Sobs, moans ]

Prangle, you're an Itty-Bitty Beat Boy, all right?

And Itty-Bitty Beat Boys never back down!

They always... back...it...up.

[ Sniffs, sighs ] We're going to that ballet,

and we're gonna win my mom back!

Hey, did you think it was weird

that This Guy's driving my mom to her date?

Right? What a dork.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

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Tig: There he is.

He's more beautiful than I ever imagined!

I can see how your mom chose him over you.

Well, not anymore!

I got a plan.

You're gonna love this, Tig. It's right up your alley!

Sock it to me!

First we lock him in his room.

Good.

Then we steal his shoes.

Uh, o-okay.

And then we fill the room with fuzzy caterpillars.

Everywhere!

Covering the floor, and every time he takes a step,

they'll tickle his feet!

He'll never stop laughing!

[ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ]

Hmm. That's a good plan.

A lot of workable elements there.

Or -- hear me out -- we could sabotage the performance

to embarrass him in front of your mom.

Oh, ho!

And then she'll never stop laughing at him.

[ Chuckles ]

But what am I gonna do with all these fuzzy caterpillars?

[ Squishing ]

Tig: Now time to enact the plan.

G-Gweeseek, do you mind if I just, uh...

[ Hisses ]

Seek, it's important!

Got it! [ Yowls ]

You'll get it back. Geez!

And now we place it dead center!

Ballerinas love the spotlight.

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[ Chuckles ] He gonna slip.

[ Instruments tuning, audience applauding ]

After this, they'll call him the Not-So-Great Bellardini.

[ Strauss' "The Blue Danube" plays ]

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Dang! So close. He'll come back around.

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Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

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Tiggy, he's not stepping on it.

I know. I can see!

Maybe we should've gotten more than one marble.

Oh, right.

Like Gweeseek can just carry 50 marbles to the ballet.

Get real, Prangle.

Well, what are we supposed to do now?

We make him step on the marble. The old-fashioned way.

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Tiggy, now might be a bad time to tell you, um...

but I have horrible stage fright.

Prangle, just keep walking.

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Almost there.

And...

Nudge! Prangle: [ Grunting ]

Nudge! Nudge!

And...

Prangle, look. It's your mom.

Oh, let me see.

Wait. It's...It's that guy.

Who? You know -- This Guy.

So he's... Ew!

[ Laughs ]

Oh. Didn't see that coming.

How could This Guy betray me like that?

I thought we were casual acquaintances!

Prangle, we'll deal with it later, all right?

Right now we got to trot the higgity-heck on out of here.

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Oof! [ Grunts ]

Now I know why the unicorn is lamenting.

[ Applause ]

Prangle: [ Grunting ]

[ Hand slapping ]

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This Guy: Gweeseek?

[ Grunts ] Seek, no! Get back in the unicorn!

Uh-oh. What? What do you mean, "uh-oh"?

The caterpillars! They escaped!

[ Both laughing ]

My feet tickle!

[ Laughing ]

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[ Fabric tearing, audience gasps ]

Prangie?

[ Laughing ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Music stops ]

[ Up-tempo music plays, audience screaming ]

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Ooh! Hoo-hoo.

Gweelie, get back here -- Aah!

[ Marble ricocheting ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Audience booing ]

Tiggy, a-are they booing for us or against us?

E-Either way, my crippling stage fright is extra crippling.

Prangle, we're the Itty-Bitty Beat Boys,

and Itty-Bitty Beat Boys never back down!

They always back it up. [ Up-tempo dance music plays ]

Time to save this ballet with the power of dance!

Five, six, seven, eight!

[ Both grunt ]

Woman: And take your marble with you!

That was more like the Not-That-Great Bellardini.

Hey, you think you can take my mom on a date?!

[ Grunting ]

Prangle, you misunderstand.

We are just ballet buddies.

Ew! Disgusting!

Spare me the details!

Prangle, balas, we're not dating.

We are just friends.

It's difficult to find another person

who appreciates fine culture.

So you're not going to give me away, Mommy?

Oh, my sweet boy, Prangie.

I could never give you away.

Who would take you?

That's what I said!

[ Laughter ]

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[ Sighs ] Ah.

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