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[drumroll]

[cheerful electronic music]

♪ ♪

- [laughs]

- [whimpering]

Uh! Wah!

♪ ♪

- [exclaims] [frog ribbits]

[frog croaks]

- [laughing]

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]

[toy meows]

- Ta-da!

- Ah! - Ugh.

- [chuckles] [whistles]

- Whoa! Ah!

- [chuckles] - Aww.

♪ ♪

[cheerful music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, wow, Didi,

your mural design is really clever.

I love that parents get to participate.

- Yes, thanks again.

Can't wait to see it when it's done.

Cheers.

- You're not going to stay and fill in your part?

I'm sure Angelica will be excited

to show all her friends what her mommy painted.

- In this outfit?

I mean, I know nothing about art.

- Weren't you an art history minor?

- Does anyone know how come we have

to stay in here while the grown-ups play

with paint out there?

- My mommy says babies and paint is

a recipe for disaster.

'Sides, you bottle-feeders would just eat it all anyways.

- We would not.

Eh, maybe just the green.

- Yeah, "lellow" is too spicy.

- Don't worry, guys, there's lots of toys over here.

- Step back, baldy.

These are for kids who actually go to this preschool.

- That's okay.

I brought something even better--stories.

- I think I hearded this one afore.

Does it have a mean ol' giant with big squashy feet?

- Don't worry, Chuckie.

It all turns out fine the way I tell it.

Once upon a time, there was a girl

named Jackie who lived in a cute little house

with her cute little horse, Colty.

Could you please pass the bread?

[Colty neighs]

Whoa.

Colty, I'm starting to think this house

isn't big enough for a horse.

[Colty whinnies]

[rooster squawks]

So Jackie decided to sell Colty to her neighbor,

who had a big farm with room to spare.

Every night, I play him a lullaby on the recorder.

That's important.

And he gets a hoof massage once a week.

- Lullaby, hoof massage, got it.

Here's your payment.

Bye-bye.

- These aren't gold coins. They're beans.

- Shows what you know, Jackie Carmichael.

Those are magic beans.

Those will bring you riches beyond your wildest screams.

- It's just for a little while, Colty,

'til I can get us a bigger house.

I'll be back real soon.

- Pleasure doing business with you.

And now, time for a mini-horse makeover.

[Colty neighs]

[owl hooting]

[gentle music]

- Who ever heard of magic beans?

Hmph.

[window slams]

[rooster crows]

[yawns]

[squawk]

[gasp]

- Who ever heard of magic beans?

- Okay, let's trade.

You get a giant beanstalk, and I get my horse back.

- Eh, I don't think so.

- But anything could be up there.

- Go ahead.

If you find something really good, we can talk tradesies.

Come on, Silky Sparkle Ears.

That's his unicorn name.

[neighs]

[adventurous music]

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

[wind whistling]

- Good day.

Welcome to Giant Manor.

- Hello, sir.

My name is Jackie,

and I just climbed here from--

Ugh.

At least it's not another beanstalk.

[grunting]

[bell jingles]

- Good day.

Anybody here?

[bell jingles] - [grunts]

- Oh, hi.

I'm Butler Tommy of Giant Manor.

- I'm Jackie of, um, downstairs.

I'm here to earn some gold so I can get my horse back.

Got any jobs?

I can play the recorder or climb stuff.

- You don't have to do any of that.

We've got lots of stuff around here.

Just one thing-- King Chuckie has

been cranky lately on account of his napping problem.

So you might want to stay out of sight.

- Yeah, staying out of sight is kind of my plan

around cranky giants.

[cheerful music]

[animal squawking]

- Fee, fi, fo--

fiddlesticks, who put that wall there?

Butler Tommy!

- Coming!

[whispers] Hide.

Here are your glasses, Your Giantness.

How was your nap?

- Oh, I couldn't sleep a blink with all that honking.

- Most unfortunate. [giggles]

- [giggles]

- All right, that's enough dustin'.

My tummy's grumbling.

[bell rings]

- Good morning, Your Giantness.

The usual omelet for you?

Or would you like to try the new chef's special?

It's called smushy pea casserole, and--

- I'll take it.

But no peas.

And could you add a egg, scrambled in the pan,

then folded over in half?

- Coming right up.

I knew smushy pea casserole wasn't gonna sell.

- Chef, we have a visitor.

This is Jackie from downstairs.

- Hiya.

- Philip, it's a itty-bitty people.

- One golden egg, the usual way.

I tried.

- Ah, man. - Not again.

- Wait, a golden egg?

Where do you get one of those?

- From a golden goose, of course.

Jackie, meet Dilbird.

- [breathing heavily]

[honks]

- So that's what the honking was.

- Chef Lil, get the treats.

- [honking]

- Dilbird loves treats so much, he honks for them all day.

- [honks]

[mysterious music]

- You throw those eggshells away?

- Yeah, we don't need them.

They're just shells made of gold.

- May I have them, please?

- Sure.

And now I don't have to take out the trash.

- Thanks, Butler Tommy.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go

see a girl about a horse.

[Colty neighs]

Change of plans.

I'll trade you this for Colty.

You guessed it, there's a goose up there who's laying these.

- You get me that goose, and then I'll trade you.

Come on, let's go practice your prancing.

[giggling]

- I'm sorry, Jackie, but I don't think

we can give you Dilbird.

His Giantness won't eat anything but those omelets.

And he's even crankier today.

- Fee, fi, fo, fum--

[sneezes]

Are there dandelions in here?

[quirky music]

♪ ♪

- Here you go, Your Giantness.

Enjoy.

♪ ♪

- Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka.

- Hey, you're not salt.

- Time for your nap, Your Giantness.

- Not now.

I got a little "introoper" to worry about.

And asides, I can't sleep no matter what I do.

- Excuse me, Sir Giant, I might have some ideas.

- I've heard them all, but go ahead.

- Okay, this is sure to work.

Did you try drinking some warm milk?

- Oh, we don't keep any milk here.

It gives His Giantness a tummy ache.

- What about counting sheep?

- Sheep!

- No good? - Too fluffy.

- [gasp] I know!

[flute lullaby playing]

- That's not gonna work.

[sighs]

- Colty's lullaby. Works every time.

[Dilbird squawking]

- [snoring gently]

[Dilbird honks]

[Dilbird whimpering]

[honks]

- Wait.

[tense music]

I wanted to thank you.

I can finally sleep without all the honkin'.

- Now you can try our feetloaf.

- Made with no actual feet.

[quirky music]

- [sniffs]

Mmm.

Feetloaf might be my new favoritest food.

- Yay! - Yes!

- Hey, do you guys want to come down and meet Colty?

[upbeat music]

- The golden goose! I'm gonna be so rich!

Out of my way, hay breath.

- Fee, fi, fo, fu--

Ooooh.

Wait!

- Ahh! Giants!

Jackie, chop down this beanstalk

so they can't squash me--

I mean us.

- Uh-uh, those giants are my friends.

- [gasps]

[Dilbird honks]

- My golden goose!

[grunting]

- [gasp] Oh.

I call dibs on this cloud castle!

You can keep your horse and my farm.

I got a kingdom and a gold egg machine up here.

No tradebacks!

♪ ♪

- So Jackie and her not-giant friends

and Colty went to her new farm

where there was room for everyone.

The end.

- Great story, Susie.

But what happened to Jackie's neighbor?

[honking] - Ahh! Ahh!

No, get away! Ahh!

Stay! No! Stay away!

No! No!

[cheerful music]

♪ ♪

- Here we go, Pierce.

Found your friends.

I'll be back soon with some snacks.

- Okay.

On to the next story.

Once upon a time, there was a happy little forest.

[Dilbird honking]

One day, someone new came along.

[pots rattling]

- [chitters] Hello.

That's quite a lot of clanging and banging going on.

- Oh, sorry, I'm looking for a place

to set up a house bakery.

- You bake houses?

- Oh, no, I'm a regular baker.

I just work from home.

Cookie?

- Nice to meet you, Cookie.

I'm Pierce.

- My name's Chuckie.

I make cookies.

- That's gonna be confusing.

- Here, maybe this'll explain it.

[cheerful music]

- It's--it's--

chewy and gooey and yummy all at the same time.

Is there a name for this flavor experience?

- Uh, chocolate chip?

- Huh, catchy.

We need your talents in our town.

Let's go meet Susie the house finder.

She can find any house for anyone.

♪ ♪

- It's like this.

We already have one bakery.

So yours would be kind of extra.

Also, no one here even likes cookies, so--

- These are different.

You gotta try one.

Go ahead, Chuckie. Show her.

- [sniffs]

[gasps] That's a cookie?

[gobbling]

- Told ya.

- Allow me to be the first to welcome you

to our friendly forest.

Gather 'round, crew.

This is our new client, Chuckie.

Now, we've got three different builders and one baker.

Which house bakery is going to be right for you?

- Bakery?

My house is still under destruction.

- I don't allow crumbs.

It's in the lease.

- I don't think I even have a kitchen.

- I know what you're all thinking,

but one bite'll change that.

[all oinking]

[squealing]

- Use my house.

- First, you got to see mine.

- Only if he sees mine first-er-er.

- Looks like you're gonna get your pick.

- Who does this Chuckie guy think he is?

I've already got the best bakery in town.

Right, Cynthia Wolf?

[munching]

[honking]

- Mmm, you know what they say.

Angelica Wolf's cookies--

you can't wait to wolf them down.

[spitting] Ugh!

You know, I had a late lunch.

We'll just save the rest for later.

Now, let's go welcome the new baker, wolf style.

[cackling]

[howls]

- Tell us a little bit about the flower and straw house.

- It's made of flowers and of straw, the end.

- What do you think, Chuckie?

- [sniffs]

Are there any dandelions in these walls?

- Course not.

They're wallflowers.

- What do you say?

Can you see yourself waking up every day

in this beautiful house bakery?

- [cackling]

[all gasp]

- What do you want, Angelica?

- Can't a wolf and fellow baker

casually stop by without wanting anything?

But since you asked, how about one

of these cookies everyone's talking about?

- They are? Here.

Oops, last one.

But don't worry, I'll whip up a batch right away.

- [growling]

- Eh, why don't we show Chuckie the buttercup countertops?

- So what if another baker moves in?

How good could this cookie be anyway?

[crunching]

[cheerful music]

♪ ♪

It's the best thing I ever tasted.

It's so good.

Wait, that's so bad.

[leaf blowing whirring]

♪ Tra-la-la-la-la ♪

♪ Just clearing leaves ♪

[tense music]

We'd better be careful, Cynthia Wolf.

Wouldn't want any loose leaves blowing around

near the brand-new bakery.

[cackling]

- Ahh! - [howls]

- Angelica, look what you did!

- What was that?

I couldn't hear you over the ol' huff and puff.

See you around.

- Well, Chuckie, looks like

our house-finding project needs a remodel.

Right this way.

You okay here, Lil? - [oinks]

Easy come, easy grow.

[oinking]

- This is a little cottage I like to call House of Mud.

[cheerful music]

♪ ♪

- [blows]

- Oh, you can't blow this house down.

That's sun-dried dirt right there,

completely worm-proof, sadly.

- What do you think, Chuckie?

It's even got a mud fire grill.

- Yoo-hoo!

- And now would be a good time to see it.

- I'm just here for another cookie.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I haven't started baking yet.

- You can't rush a snickerdoodle.

- Come back later.

- But what about my welcome gift?

Nothing says "celebrate a new busy-ness"

like balloons.

- [gasp] Balloons?

For me?

Ahh!

- [grunts]

- Ahh!

- Water balloons!

- [howls]

[cackling]

- Perhaps that dream house-bakery was

closer to a nightmare.

But I have one more to show you.

Phil, you gonna rebuild?

- Bigger-er and better-er, and muddier.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Last, but certainly not "beast,"

the Click N' Pops House.

- [blows]

[grunts]

- Oh, don't worry.

You can throw air, water, even jelly beans.

This house is in-constructible.

- Couldn't have said it better myself.

So, you ready to break out the next batch

of caramel Chuckie crunch cookies in your new home?

- Yes!

As long as the wolf doesn't come around again.

- [howls] [all gasp]

[leaf blower whirring]

- Ahh!

[laughter]

- [growls]

- Night, night. Sleep tight.

[gentle music]

- [snoring]

♪ ♪

[rooster crows]

- [inhales, groans]

Can't believe I didn't notice

the skybright feature in the bedroom.

♪ ♪

Not again!

Now what will I do?

- We're here for you, Chuckie.

- I mean, we were here for the cookies, but now--

- I'm all out of cookies and bakeries.

That was the last one, right, Susie?

[Dilbird honks]

- There's one more we haven't seen.

- [humming happily]

- Welcome to Angelica Wolf's bakery.

I'll be right with you.

I'm making cookies at the moment.

- Oh, we're not looking for cookies.

We're looking for a bakery,

since you destroyed Chuckie's new house last night.

- I don't know what you mean.

I've been here all night working on my new recipe.

Here, try them.

They're just like Chuckie's, only yummier.

[laughter]

- You guys falling for that?

- [grunts]

[spits]

These aren't like Chuckie's.

- Not even a little bit.

- It tastes like dog biscuits, and not the good kind.

- What are you curly tails talking 'bout?

They're exactly like Chuckie's.

- [sniffs]

Hm, I'm not picking up any "motes" of cinnamon.

Uh, and my cookies aren't usually this...

heavy?

- What?

These are light as a feath--

[grunts] Ow! Ow! Ow!

My paw!

- All done.

This might be a happily ever after, after all.

[chittering]

- Huh. Interesting.

[cheerful music]

- Welcome to Angelica Wolf's Brickery.

Get them while they're nice and hot.

Use them to build a brand new spot.

- Are the cookies ready?

- Soon, just going into the oven.

- I can't build houses fast enough.

Brick me again.

- [howls]

- The wolf did have the perfect recipe,

just not for cookies.

The end.

- Cookies for everyone.

Enjoy.

- So if I'm hearing you right, Susie Carmichael,

you're saying the wolf character wasn't

so bad after all.

- Angelica, only you would--

have a cookie.

[cheerful music]

- [howls]

[cheerful music]]

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