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| Cat Got Your Tongue? | Gallery | Transcript |
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We need more quail eggs.
And where is henri with that ice sculpture?
- Wow, son.
This is quite a shindig.
- Well, pop, it's not every day
Charlotte handles a hostile takeover.
- Well, sure it is.
"Hostile takeover" is my middle name.
- [Scoffs]
I'm gonna take over this plate of shrimp doo-dads.
They are delish!
[Kids munching loudly]
- Yum!
Tastes like the sticky stuff in between my toes.
- Nuh-uh, Philip.
It tastes like sluggies.
Get more!
- Say when.
You didn't say "when," mister.
- Well, he can't, lulu.
Poor Howard lost his voice.
- [Gasps]
Daddy losted his voice?
- How's he gonna talk to us?
We gots to find it!
- Where do you think he leaved it?
- Let's see.
Sometimes he makes funny sounds when he brushes his teeths.
- Come on, you guys.
Let's go to the bathroom.
- Here, voice-y, voice-y.
Voice-y.
- I don't see it.
- Hmm.
I guess it's not in here.
- You guys.
I gots a idea.
This is called a blinky-voice box.
It's where the grown-ups put their voices.
- Maybe daddy's voice is in there.
- How are you supposed to get it out?
- Maybe we gots to press the buttons.
- Me, me!
Me, me, me!
- Hello, this is Jonathan.
There's a huge crisis at the london office.
You must call me immediately, at one--
- Message erased.
- That's not your daddy's voice.
- Let's keep looking.
- Um, Philip?
Do you know what daddy's voice looks like?
- Hmm.
Nope.
- Me neither.
- I know where it is!
Follow me.
It's in here.
- As well as the chart-laggers of today.
All unknown songs all the time.
- Listen.
It's your daddy's voice.
- Huh?
- Um, if he never said nothing.
Sorry.
- Aw.
That wasn't our daddy's voice anyway.
- What do you babies think you're doing
With my mommy's booming box?
- Say, howie.
Do you know how to jitterbug?
What's the matter?
Cat got your tongue?
- Oh, no.
Daddy didn't just lose his voice.
- Yeah, fluffy stole his tongue!
[All gasp]
- Why would she do that?
- 'Cause kitties always like to take stuff
And hide it all over the house.
- But how come she wants to hide our daddy's tongue?
- 'Cause.
- 'Cause why?
- I'm thinkin'!
I'm thinkin'!
Oh, yeah!
Fluffy told me she's saving it till later
So she can eat it for dinner.
[All gasp]
- Oh, no.
- Poor daddy!
- I always knowed that Fluffy was bad news.
- [Cackling]
- Let's go find Fluffy.
- So this is Fluffy's house.
- Yep.
- It sure looks scary, Philip.
- Uh, it's not so bad.
- [Gasps]
Oh, yes, it is.
One time I got too close, and fluffy reached out her paw
And tried to drag me inside by my shoelaces.
I wouldn't go in there if I was you.
- We don't gots no choice.
- Want me to come with you?
- I'll go.
- No, that's okay, you guys.
- We gots to fight our own batter.
- If we're not back in eleventy days,
You guys can have our linty collection.
Lil, kitty tail.
[Bell jingling]
[Cat snarls]
Hi, pretty kitty.
I gots a treat for youse.
How about you open up your mouth
So's I can get my daddy's tongue?
- [Snarls]
Come on, Fluffy.
My daddy needs his tongue so he can lick lollipops
And tell me stories about pirates.
Please.
[Yowls]
Sorry, lil.
That is one tough kitty.
- We'll see how tough.
Open up, fluffball.
Give me my daddy's tongue, or else.
- [Meows]
- Did you get the tongue?
- This is gonna be harder than I thinked.
- At least you still got your shoelaces.
- No, we're not giving up yet.
Come on.
- Give up, kitty.
- We got you arounded.
- I see it!
- Kira, that's just fluffy's tongue.
- If she only got her own tongue in there,
Where'd she put our daddy's?
- She must've hided it somewheres.
- Get away from my precious kitty.
What's that you say, fluffy?
You're real, real hungry?
Don't worry.
Tonight you're gonna have tongue casserole.
It's her favoritest meal.
See ya.
[Cackling]
- She's not gonna make no cassy-role
Out of our daddy's tongue.
Come on.
No.
Where's Lil?
What's wrong, Lillian?
- I'm real sad.
You know what's worser than having a daddy who can't talk?
- What?
- A daddy who can't sing us our favoritest song,
Beddy-bye time for Phil and Lil.
- Don't worry, Lil.
Daddy's gonna sing to us real soon.
We'll get that tongue back, no matter what.
- Oh, Lou Pickles.
For the love of Pete.
If you keep eating all of them horse doovers,
You aren't gonna be hungry for dinner.
- Hey, guys, I know what to do.
If we give fluffy a whole lot of snacks--
- [Gasps]
Her tummy will be too fulled up
To eat daddy's tongue for dinner.
- Dinner will be served shortly.
- Hiya, babies.
Guess you must've heard.
It's almost time for dinner,
Mine and Fluffy's.
[Angelica laughs, Fluffy purrs]
- Come on. We gots to hurry.
- Oh, fluffy-kins, my sweetest, most cuddliest little angel.
- Psst!
Kitty.
- Where do you think you're going, fluffy?
- Shrimpy!
- Fluffy!
- So you say you're a hungry kitty?
- We got lots of yummy treats.
- [Munching]
- It's working.
- There's no way she's gonna have room in her tummy
For that tongue now.
- Just one more bite.
- Come on, fluffy.
Eat the fishy.
- Dinnertime.
- [Gasps]
Uh-oh.
- Hurry, philip!
- Follow that cat!
[Burps]
Oh, no!
- She gots the tongue!
- Kitty cat!
Kitty!
[Suspenseful string music]
♪
- Hold it right there, kitty.
- Give us the tongue!
[Both grunt]
- [Meows]
[Adults chattering indistinctly]
- [Giggles]
Yucky.
- [Spits]
Yech.
What was that?
- What the--
Howard, your voice is back!
- Hooray, he talked!
- Yeah!
- Yay!
- Whoo!
- Oh, my poor special little sweet-ums.
- Hey, kiddos.
What's up?
Oh, looks like you two are getting sleepy.
How about I sing your beddy-bye song?
- Yeah.
You don't want to pamper those pipes.
- Right you are.
[Clears throat]
♪ Nighty-night, Phil, nighty-night, Lil ♪
♪ Nighty-night, Phil, nighty-night, Lil ♪
♪ Nighty-night, twins, nighty-night, twins ♪
♪ Nighty-night, Philly--
- This is their favoritest song?
- Maybe his tongue forgotted how to sing good.
- Maybe he gots the wrong tongue back.
- ♪ Night nighty-night
♪ Nighty, nighty, nighty-night, twins ♪
♪ Nighty-night nighty-night
♪ Nighty-nighty-nighty-night, Phil ♪
♪ And Lil
End of Episode