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Whoa!

Gweeseek!

Gweeseek, get over -- Come on.

Whoa! [ Grunts ]

Huh?

♪♪

Tiggy: Prangle's gonna be so happy

when he sees all these expired toaster cakes

we found in the dumpster.

He can't get enough of these things.

Yes?

Hi, Mrs. Penguinian!

Is Prangle home?

You don't know about the accident?

Prangle...

he's in a coma.

A coma! What?

Wh-- when did this happen?

Four months ago.

Four months?

How is that even possible?

We were just hanging out like...

Uh...

Well, I guess that was four months ago.

How time flies when you're finding lost keyrings and such.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Machine beeping ]

Doctor Rex Davenport.

Yes, my love?

It's time I tell you my secret.

I'm not actually your fiancé, McKenzie Spelter the fourth.

I'm -- Her twin sister,

McKenzie Spelter the third!

I know. And I don't care.

Oh, Rex!

I must also confess a burning secret.

Tell me anything.

I'm dying. Ohh!

Nooo! Rex! Please don't leave me!

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Poor Prangle.

Alone all this time...

We've had his favorite soap opera on night and day

to keep him company.

Prangle likes soap operas?

Okay, so it's my favorite soap opera.

Please, wake up!

Oh, why won't you wake up!

Wake up, Rex! Wake up!

Look! His little chicken wing.

Dr. Rex Davenport, wake up!

Oh, why won't you wake up?

What... Uh...

Where am I?

Prangle! You're awake!

Paaranguul?

Who is Parangul?

He doesn't remember his own name...

Of course I do.

My name is Dr. Rex Davenport.

The guy from the soap opera?

Constant exposure to daytime TV

must've confused Prangle's subconscious.

I was afraid this might happen.

Then why did you keep the TV on?

Well, it's a good show.

How's he gonna get his memory back?

You never know what could jog his memory:

Familiar faces, sounds, or even smells.

My darling, your ravishing spirit intoxicates my soul.

-Oh, Doctor Rex! -Okay, alright.

Let's get out of here, Prang-- Uh, rex.

[ Sighs ] Why do all the good ones have soft tissue damage

to their cerebral cortex?

Tiggy: Home sweet home!

I bet this place is bringing back all sorts of memories, huh?

Hmm.

Not really.

You're home!

Thank goodness!

And with a such a handsome beard.

You must remember your mo--

My stunning wife. Ah, mon amor.

[ Smooching ]

-Prangle. -How I've missed you.

-Prangle! -Let us never part ways again.

Dr. Rex! What is it?

That's your mom.

Ohhhh.

Okay, your house was a bust,

but maybe the department will help you remember

you're not that Rex Davenport guy.

That's Dr. Rex Davenport.

Dr. Rex Davenport?

Like in "Flames of Passion?"

You like soap operas, too?

Like soap operas?

Ha! No.

I love them.

Tell me, Dr. Davenport,

will you marry McKenzie the fourth

or McKenzie the third?

Actually, someone new has piqued my interest.

Ah. Whooooaaah!

Hey, mitts off the merchandise!

Forgive me, gorgeous. Gorgeous?

You may have fallen from that ladder,

but it is I who has fallen...

for you.

I think you have me mistaken for someone else.

Would you accompany me on a romantic picnic in the park

where I will continue to lavish you with my eloquent adoration?

Hmmm, a girl could get used to this.

You're not going anywhere until we fix your memory, Prangle!

For the last time, my name is Dr. Rex Davenport!

A doctor?! Where's my breath spray?

Shall we?

Oh no! Their love is blossoming under false pretenses.

♪♪

Would you mind if I just...

Go ahead.

♪♪

I've always wanted to do that!

What a beautiful day.

The birds chirping. The blue sky.

There's got to be some way to get Prangle's memory back.

What did Dr. Thompson say again?

You never know what could jog his memory:

familiar smells, smells, or even smells.

Smells! That's it!

These strawberries should do the trick.

[ Grunting ]

We'll caress and eat sandwiches.

Owww! I hit my head!

I need a doctor!

Excuse, my dear, duty calls.

What a man.

Ooohhhh...

How's my wound smell, Doc?

[ Coughs ]

Does it smell like I'll be okay?

[ Sniffs ]

Smells like -- like...

Strawberries?

Scrimes Stiltskin disease!

Call an ambulance, this boy needs immediate treatment!

Uh, will it hurt? At first.

But don't worry, you'll probably pass out

when the needle pierces your cornea.

[ Whimpering ]

I can see myself getting lost in your furs...

Prangle's mom's perfume.

This should jog his memory.

You have such beautiful eye.

[ Sniffs ]

That perfume, it's very, uh...

Familiar?

Intoxicating.

Uh... Alluring.

Uh... Irresistible.

Uh, next plan.

Grapes, my darling?

Well, Gweeseek, looks like we may need to take

a more subtle approach. You eat grapes very well.

Smell the hat! Jus-- Smell the hat!

Stop it! Ahhh! Ahh!

Stop it! Why are you doing this?

You are Prangle, not Rex Daven-Whosits!

And this date cannot go on any longer!

You know something, you're right.

I am right.

Enough with trivial courtship!

My darling, will you marry me?

Whoa, this is all moving too fast...

And I like it!

♪♪

Well, Gweeseek, I guess we're stuck

with Dr. Rex for good.

[ Gweeseek meows ]

Yea, I'm gonna miss Prangle, too.

Now let us toast.

And what better to toast with than toaster cakes.

[ Sniffs ]

♪♪

I got it, I got it!

[ Snap ] Owwww!

My femur! Mom!

[ Laughs ] He's such a [echoing] momma's boy.

But I wanna be a systems engineer for NASA!

Prangle Bolas, you know we can't afford college.

Then I'm joining the Army!

But what about your bad femur?

A bad femur can't hold me [echoing] back!

You're being held back on account

of that bad femur of yours, private!

But I want to be a systems engineer for NASA!

There, there, mommy will never reject you, Prangle.

Rose: Prangle. Prangle. Prangle. Prangle.

Prangle. Prangle.

Prangle!

Oh no, I'm Prangle!

What? Uh, I gotta use the can!

[ Sighs ] Always on call.

Tiggy! Wait! I remember everything!

I'm not a doctor, I'm not even a systems engineer.

I'm Prangle!

Finally!

Now break things off with Nuritza

so everything can go back to normal. Good, great.

I can't wait to get this whole episode behind us.

[ Humming ]

Um...

I have to tell you something.

Let me go first.

These past few hours, you've shown me that I can know love,

that I do deserve happiness.

I love you, Dr. Rex Davenport, and I can't wait

to spend the rest of our lives together.

Now, what were you gonna tell me?

Let's get married!

We're gathered here today to celebrate the love

between a rabbit and a penguin.

-Hmm. -Let us begin with the vows.

Love? What is...love?

Is it the big things...

Well, Gweeseek, looks like

there'll be a happy ending for once here,

for this time, at the Department of Lost and found.

Leaves ya feeling kinda warm and fuzzy, don't it?

All I know is that I love you, Nuritza.

Nuritza?

You mean my twin sister, Nuritza?

Twin sister?!

Dun, dun, dun!

Sorry, this is just like Flames of Passion."

Wait,wait, wait, wait, you're not Nuritza?

I'm Nuritza. That's Azniv!

Whoa. I'm seeing double.

Both: You can't tell the difference between us?

She's got the eye-patch on the wrong side!

No, yours is on the wrong side!

Ugh. Not this again.

We switch places every other week, it's a twin thing.

Actually, this works out perfectly.

You're not Nuritza, and I'm not Dr. Rex Davenport!

You aren't?

No, I'm Prangle Penguinian!

Owwwww.

I forgot the beard was real.

Doctor Prangle Penguinian?

Doctor? No, even better!

I sell strawberries from my bicycle

and live in my mother's attic.

Eww, okay.

You know, I think I just got cold feet.

Wait, no!

I-I can warm them up!

Don't go!

Ahh! My femur!

It's okay, Prangle.

Mommy's here.

This is better than television!

So many twists, such drama!

But it's all so sad.

Do soap operas always end like this?

Soap operas never end, Tiggy.

They never end.

Prangle: [ Sobbing ]

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