01x02 - The Sticker Collection/The Baby Stuff Collection

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[♪]

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Singers: [chanting] ♪ Carl! Carl! Carl! Carl! Carl! ♪

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CARL: The Sticker Collection

♪♪

FORREST: Ooo!

SHELDON: Whoaaa!

CARL: Friends! I will show you one of my most precious

CARL: collections.

SHELDON/FORREST: Can't wait!

CARL: I have been working on it for the last three years,

CARL: seventeen days, four hours and...

CARL: ...eight minutes.

CARL: My sticker collection!

[♪] [Sparkle sound]

SHELDON/FORREST: Wowwwww!/Noiiice!

CARL: The stickers are organized into special

CARL: categories.

CARL: These are the puffy stickers.

FORREST: Ooo!

CARL: These are the googly eyes.

SHELDON: Coolness!

CARL: These are the fuzzies...

FORREST: Look at THAT one!

CARL: I keep the sticker-backs on, and put

CARL: them in these protective sleeves so they

CARL: never lose their sticker-stickiness!

FORREST: You don't ever stick them anywhere, Carl?

CARL: I have only made one exception, Forrest. The

CARL: glow-in-the-dark planets and stars.

CARL: They need to be exposed to light to glow. So, I stuck

CARL: them on my ceiling, and now they get light all day,

CARL: and glow every night!

SHELDON/FORREST: Whoa!/Wow!

CARL: There are more than billion stars in the Milky

CARL: Way galaxy. My ceiling does not have that many yet.

CARL: But I'll keep working on it.

CARL: That brings us to the glitter stickers, the rainbow

CARL: series, and, the last, and MOST special of all...

CARL: ...the scratch 'n' sniffs!

SHELDON: I love the pizza one!

FORREST: Watermelon all the way!

SHELDON: Can I please smell the bubblegum sticker, Carl?

CARL: Yes, Sheldon. Here, let me take it out for you.

[Scratching]

SHELDON: [deep sniff]

SHELDON: WHOA! It smells exactly like sweet, chewy,

SHELDON: pink, bubbly bubble gum!

[Scratching]

FORREST: [sniff] No way! Does it taste like gum too?

CARL: I don't think so. It's strictly for smelling

CARL: purposes only.

FORREST: Carl, can I get a waft of the root beer?

CARL: Yes, Forrest.

CARL: Here ya go.

[Scratching]

[Scratching]

[Sniffing]

FORREST: Mmm-MMM! It smells exactly like ice cold, frosty

FORREST: root beer! Dee-licious.

[scratching & sniffing]

SHELDON: THAT is a really good one.

CARL: Just wait till you smell my very favorite

CARL: of them all. It's the last one in the whole

CARL: collection.

CARL: The SOUR PICKLE!

SHELDON/FORREST: Awesome! / I love pickles!

[♪]

CARL: Just one sniff of this, and you'll feel like you're

CARL: on Planet Pickle.

[♪ funky jams ]

CARL: Well hello, Planet Pickle!

[♪]

CARL: Aahh...

CARL: Okay. Prepare yourselves for this!

CARL: [big sniff]

CARL: Huh?

[scratching]

[big sniff]

CARL: Oh noooo...

CARL: Oh oh, no-no-no-no-no!

SHELDON: Carl? What is it, buddy?

FORREST: Can we get a sniff, too?

CARL: That's just it.

CARL: There's nothing to sniff!

CARL: [Sniff]

CARL: Zilch.

[scratching and sniffing]

CARL: Zero.

[scratching and sniffing]

CARL: Nothing! The scratch and sniff sticker has lost

CARL: its smell!

CARL: [stimming] [♪]

SHELDON: Carl, are you okay?

FORREST: Your face is kinda scrunched up, and your hands

FORREST: are kinda fist-y. And you're breathing kinda

FORREST: hard.

SHELDON: It looks like you're upset.

CARL: Yes. I AM upset. My Sour Pickle sticker doesn't

CARL: smell like sour pickles anymore!

FORREST: It's a total bummer.

CARL: YES. I want that sticker to get its smell

CARL: back! There MUST be a way to fix this!

SHELDON: Well, I'm not really sure if a scratch 'n' sniff

SHELDON: sticker can get its smell back. But we can TRY!

FORREST: Yeah, let's try!

CARL: Okay! Science tells us

CARL: that a scratch 'n' sniff's

CARL: smell is released by the act of scratching. So

CARL: maybe we're just not scratching hard enough.

FORREST: Yeah, let's scratch harder!

CARL: Let's ALL take a turn scratching, and see what we

CARL: smell after THAT!

[♪] [scratching]

[♪] [scratching]

[♪]

SHELDON: Eh-eh-eh-EH!

FORREST: Scratcha scratcha scratcha...scratchaaaa!

[twirl]

[♪]

CARL: [sniff, sniff]

CARL: Still nothing! Aghhhh!

SHELDON: Aw, Carl. You still look upset.

CARL: No. Now I'm VERY upset!

SHELDON: I get it. We all tried scratching really hard

SHELDON: to get the smell back, but it didn't work. And...

SHELDON: ...we kinda wore the sticker down.

CARL: There just HAS to be a way to get that sour pickle

CARL: smell back! And I think I know what it might be!

CARL: To the kitchen!

SHELDON/FORREST: To the kitchen!

[♪]

CARL: Every summer, my mama takes cucumbers from our

CARL: garden, and uses pickling spices to make our

CARL: own pickles!

FORREST: Pickles are made from cucumbers? What a wild,

FORREST: wild world.

CARL: They are. My idea is if we use the exact same

CARL: pickling spices Mama uses to make pickles, maybe

CARL: we can pickle this sticker!

SHELDON: Well, I don't really know if a sticker is

SHELDON: something you can pickle? But let's give it a

SHELDON: try!

FORREST: Do you remember exactly what goes in your

FORREST: mom's pickle recipe, Carl?

CARL: I do remember. Exactly!

[♪]

[drawer opening] [♪]

FORREST: Let's DO this.

[♪]

CARL: A quarter cup of sea salt, five garlic cloves, a

CARL: teaspoon of coriander, a teaspoon of black pepper,

CARL: half a teaspoon of mustard seed and dill, and

CARL: Mom's newest addition to the recipe: a half

CARL: teaspoon of cardamom.

FORREST: Whose mom?

CARL: Cardamom is a spice. My mama didn't used to put it in

CARL: her pickle recipe, but she changes it a little every

CARL: year. And the pickles get a little yummier each

CARL: time.

[grinding]

SHELDON: Okay. The pickle spices are all good to go.

CARL: Okay! Let's put the sticker in and mix it all up.

[♪]

[♪] [grinding]

SHELDON: Whaddaya think?

FORREST: You ready to give it the ol' sniff-test?

[♪ drum roll ]

CARL/SHELDON/FORREST: [big sniffs]

CARL/SHELDON/FORREST: AAAAAAAHH -CHOOOOOOOOO!

CARL: That doesn't smell like my old sour pickle

CARL: scratch 'n' sniff sticker! Not at all!

FORREST: It does make me crave delicatessen though.

SHELDON: And the sticker is so worn down now...I'm sorry

SHELDON: it didn't work. It was a really good idea, Carl!

FORREST: Yeah, and now we know how to make homemade

FORREST: pickles!

[♪]

CARL: [angry grunt] I am very, VERY upset.

CARL: There HAS to be a way to get that sour pickle smell

CARL: back.

SHELDON: Sounds like you are very set on getting that

SHELDON: pickle smell back.

CARL: Yes! I am determined to fix this.

SHELDON: Well, I believe in you, Carl.

[♪]

[ding]

CARL: I have an idea!

[running footsteps]

CARL: What if we drop the sour pickle sticker...

CARL: ...into a jar of sour pickles! It's filled with

CARL: liquid pickle juice! That way, the

CARL: sticker would surely get its smell back! It just

CARL: makes sense.

SHELDON: Yeah! Sometimes when I go swimming, I smell like

SHELDON: the pool all day. It just might work!

FORREST: Pickle pool, here we come!

[jar lid opening]

[♪ Bongos drumming ]

CARL: And now, I, Carl, in an effort to restore my favorite

CARL: sour pickle sticker BACK to its former glory,

CARL: shall drop it into a jar of actual sour pickles.

CARL: Countdown!

CARL/SHELDON/FORREST: Three...two...one...drop off!

[descending whistle]

CARL: Oh no! It's broken to pieces!

FORREST: It's gone.

SHELDON: I'm really sorry, Carl.

CARL: But Planet Pickle...

[♪ funky jams ]

[jars popping] [♪]

CARL: Woahhhhhh!

[Carl stimming] [♪]

SHELDON: Carl, buddy - are you upset?

[♪ music building up ]

FORREST: Are you VERY upset?

[♪ music building up more ]

FORREST: Very, VERY upset?

CARL: I am very, very, VERY upset.

FORREST: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Triple-very-upset upset, like

FORREST: furious.

CARL: My Sticker Collection is ruined. My favorite

CARL: scratch 'n' sniff is GONE. It will never be the

CARL: same.

SHELDON: Wait a minute! Don't give up yet! Be right back!

[♪ bass guitar riff ]

FORREST: I wonder where Sheldon is go-

SHELDON: Carl!

SHELDON: [out of breath]

[♪ drum fill ]

SHELDON: Here is something from MY

SHELDON: sticker collection. I know it isn't sour pickle,

SHELDON: but it might be worth a sniff.

[♪]

CARL: That was very nice of you, Sheldon, but hot

CARL: buttered popcorn is not my sour pickle sticker.

[♪ synthesizer melody ]

SHELDON: That's true, it's not.

CARL: It's not gonna transport me to Planet Pickle...

SHELDON: It probably won't.

CARL: And on behalf of sour pickle lovers everywhere, I

CARL: don't even think I should scratch and sniff it.

SHELDON: I respect your choice.

FORREST: Can I scratch and sniff it, Sheldon?

SHELDON: Sure, you can.

[scratching] [♪]

[sniffing] [♪]

FORREST: Ooo, scrumpy-doo-dah-DAY! That

FORREST: smells exactly like poppity popcorn-y goodness!

SHELDON: It's definitely one of my favorites.

[scratching] [♪]

[sniffing] [♪]

SHELDON: Mmm-mm! Are you sure you don't want a sniff,

SHELDON: Carl?

FORREST: Even a little sniff, Carl?

CARL: Maybe a little sniff might be okay. But ONLY a

CARL: little one.

CARL: [little sniff]

[popcorn fireworks] [♪ happy piano ]

CARL: Mmm, popcorn! Such buttery goodness!

[popcorn cheering] [♪]

[♪]

SHELDON: Well, whaddaya think?

FORREST: It's totally rad, right?

SHELDON: Do you ever think it could ever be a part of your

SHELDON: sticker collection?

CARL: I think this sticker will never be my sour pickle

CARL: sticker. But maaaybe that doesn't mean the whole

CARL: collection is ruined. Maybe it's just as good, even

CARL: if it changes.

SHELDON: Yeah, and collections always change!

SHELDON: Like the way you took your glow-in-the-dark

SHELDON: planets and stars out of the album and put them

SHELDON: on the ceiling.

FORREST: Or your mom's pickles! Every time your mom

FORREST: adds a new pickle spice, they're just as

FORREST: good or even better.

CARL: Yes. And this will start a new category in my

CARL: sticker collection -- the stickers that came from

CARL: my best friends. Thank you, Sheldon!

SHELDON: You bet, Carl.

FORREST: Um...can we make popcorn now? I'm really

FORREST: having a craving!

SHELDON/CARL: Yeah!/ Sounds great!

[♪]

[wink] [♪]

CARL: The Baby Stuff Collection.

[♪ synthesizer melody ]

[Bird Chirping] [♪]

[♪]

CARL: I remember that song, Lotta. But I've never heard

CARL: it played like that before!

LOTTA: It was one of my favorites when I was a baby.

LOTTA: Even though that was SUCH a long time ago. But now

LOTTA: I put my own spin on it!

CARL: It was a Lotta Original. And a lot of

CARL: original, too. Ha-ha. I'm so glad you're staying

CARL: over tonight!

LOTTA: I have everything we need for our sleepover: my

LOTTA: fuzzy pajamas, my special blanket, and my

LOTTA: toothbru - wait a minute.

LOTTA: Wuhhh boy...I think I forgot to bring my

LOTTA: toothbrush...Ohhh...

CARL: Don't worry, Lotta! I happen to have an extensive

CARL: toothbrush collection!

LOTTA: You have a collection for EVERYTHING!

CARL: You can pick out ANY one you want.

CARL: To have. Forever.

LOTTA: Ooo! Really?

CARL: Except the glow-in-the-dark one.

LOTTA: I think I'd like the green plaid one!

CARL: Okay. The green plaid one.

LOTTA: This is the nicest, kindest, Carl-est thing to

LOTTA: do! It means so much to me. Thank you.

CARL: I had to do it, Lotta. For toothbrush lovers

CARL: EVERYWHERE!

CARL: And for clean teeth!

[♪ drum rimshot ]

LOTTA: Yes.

CARL: That blanket looks like you've had it for a looong

CARL: time.

LOTTA: Oh, I have! This is my baby blanket, Softy. I've had

LOTTA: it since I was a baby.

LOTTA: Even though, that was SUCH a long time ago.

CARL: Lotta, would you like to see my collection

CARL: of baby stuff? It's stuff I've had since I was a

CARL: baby, too, hence the name.

LOTTA: Eee! I'd LOVE to see your collection of baby stuff!

CARL: Okay! I'll get it.

CARL: I don't show it to just anybody. Only special

CARL: friends.

LOTTA: I'm a special friend!

CARL: This is the first photo of me ever taken.

LOTTA: Awww, you're so little!

CARL: And this is my first pacifier, which I called

CARL:"“Paci,"”

CARL: and my first bottle, which I called

CARL: "“baw-tee."”

LOTTA: I called mine, "bah-boo"!

CARL: And this is my favorite

CARL: stuffed animal,

CARL: Momo.

LOTTA: I call mine RaRue!

LOTTA: I almost brought him,

LOTTA: but I wasn't sure if it would

LOTTA: seem too...baby-ish.

CARL: I don't think it's

CARL: baby-ish. In fact,

CARL [stimming] : the most

CARL [stimming] : special thing in

CARL: my entire baby stuff collection

CARL: isn't even in this box, because I still sleep with it

CARL: every night.

LOTTA: You do?

CARL: Yes. I have a baby blanket, too! My Knit-Knit.

LOTTA: Aren't baby blankets the greatest?

CARL: Yessss! They're so cozy and bundle-y.

LOTTA: So soothing!

CARL: Mine is so soft and warm, and my mama made it for

CARL: me. She sewed this little sun and moon on top,

CARL: to make sure I'm cozy every day and every ni -

CARL: OH NO! There is a hole! A hole right in the moon face!

LOTTA: Are you sure it hasn't been there for a while?

CARL: Oh, I am sure. I have known this baby blankie my

CARL: entire life. I know every inch, every stitch,

CARL: every thread. And the moon didn't have a hole in it

CARL: last night.

LOTTA: What in the world could have happened?

CARL: I don't know, Lotta. What I DO know is that

CARL: someone has messed with my blankie.

LOTTA: Carl, would it make you feel better to hold onto

LOTTA: my Softy for a while?

CARL: That is very kind of you, Lotta. But you

CARL: need your Softy and I

CARL: need my Knit-Knit. The

CARL: way it was! Without the HOLE! This is a Knit-Knit

CARL: mystery, Lotta! And we are going to solve

CARL: it!

CARL: First, let's look everywhere in this room.

CARL: Maybe whoever did this... is still here!

LOTTA: Whoever you are, you're not getting away with

LOTTA: this!

CARL: Let's DO this.

[♪ focusing jams ]

[♪]

CARL: Okay, we have searched

CARL: everywhere!

CARL: If that blanket

CARL: bandit is in this room, then they're a really good

CARL: hider-outer!

LOTTA: No one's that good.

CARL: In order to solve a mystery, you need to look for

CARL: clues. In order to find clues, you need tools to help

CARL: you look. I have an idea!

CARL: Presenting...my spy stuff collection!

LOTTA: Carl, you have a collection for EVERYTHING!

CARL: A pair of binoculars to see far away, a magnifying

CARL: glass to see close up, a camera for pictures, and a

CARL: notebook to write things down.

LOTTA: [walkie talkie sound]

LOTTA: Operation Knit-Knit Mystery is in full

LOTTA: effect. [walkie talkie sound]

CARL: Now, I'll spread out my Knit-Knit right here. And we

CARL: will hide, and spy, and SEE who's been messing with

CARL: it.

[sparkle sound]

[♪ observation jams ]

[♪]

[♪] [Lotta taking notes]

[♪]

[♪] [Camera click]

[♪]

CARL: [sigh]

[♪]

CARL: Ugh. We've been sitting here SO LONG, and haven't

CARL: spied anything! I think we need a new plan.

LOTTA: Well, we could set a trap?

CARL: Lotta, you are a genius!

[♪]

CARL: There we go. Trap: all finished!

LOTTA: It's impressive!

CARL: Yes. If anyone lays ONE hand on my blankie -

[mechanical trap sounds]

[descending whistle]

[honk]

LOTTA: Wow, our trap WORKED!

CARL: Oh no! Our trap trapped us!

LOTTA: We should have recorded that.

LOTTA: Don't worry, Carl. There's still a good chance

LOTTA: we are going to catch that blankie bandit.

[footsteps]

LOTTA: Carl! I hear something coming! Shhh !

[footsteps]

[door creak] [♪ drum ]

CARL: Hold it right there, Blanket Bandit!

LOTTA: We caught you!

BLOB: AAAAAAAH!

BOTH: AAAAAAH!

CARL: ...Mama?

MAMA: Lights out, Carl. And that means flashlights, too,

MAMA: okay?

CARL: Okay, Mama.

MAMA: Goodnight, you two.

CARL/LOTTA: Goodnight, Mama./Good night, Ms. Carl's

CARL/LOTTA: Mom.

CARL: Well, Lotta, now it's bedtime. And STILL no sign of

CARL: the Blankie Bandit anywhere!

LOTTA: Maybe if we get a good night's sleep, we can try

LOTTA: again tomorrow...[sigh]

CARL: Maybe , or...we watch and wait.

[♪ night time wait music ]

[gust of wind] [♪]

[birds chirping] [♪]

LOTTA: Good morning, Carl! Did you sleep okay?

CARL: Good morning, Lotta. I wish I could say I slept

CARL: well. But I can't.

CARL: I watched and waited for a long time, and I

CARL: haven't seen anything.

[bird chirping]

[bird chirping]

[wings flapping]

CARL: [GASP]

CARL: Stop right there, bird! You bring back my blankie

CARL: thread!

CARL: Let's go find that bird and get it back!

[♪]

[running footsteps] [♪]

CARL [Stimming] : Do you see that bird anywhere, Lotta?

[bird chirping]

LOTTA: I don't.

LOTTA: But I think I might hear her.

LOTTA: If only we could get somewhere high up, so we

LOTTA: could see her.

CARL: Ah-HA!

CARL: Oh, I SEE that bird now! And I see my blankie

CARL: thread in its beak! This is an outrage!

LOTTA: Carl, that is a female Baltimore Oriole. It looks

LOTTA: like she is using the threads from your Knit-Knit

LOTTA: to make a nest.

CARL: How do you know that?

LOTTA: I like studying birds. I have a whole collection of

LOTTA: glass birds in my room.

CARL: A collection?

LOTTA: Yes. Orioles finish their nests by making them

LOTTA: extra soft on the inside, just before the mama

LOTTA: lays her eggs.

CARL: It is extra soft and warm. No wonder they want my

CARL: blanket in there. But... I want it, too!

CARL: Wait a minute! I have an idea! To the collections!

LOTTA: To the collections!

CARL: This is my Feather Collection.

CARL: My idea is, if a bird likes a soft blanket, maybe a

CARL: bird will REALLY like soft feathers.

LOTTA: Wow! Carl, you have a collection for EVERYTHING!

CARL: Yes. I do really like my feather collection the way

CARL: it is...

CARL: But I think my feathers would make the nest extra

CARL: soft and warm for the babies.

LOTTA: It will! It will!

CARL: Everyone needs a soft, warm place of their own.

CARL: Just like you need Softy, and I need Knit-Knit.

[♪]

[bird chirping and flapping wings]

CARL: It worked!

LOTTA: Those baby orioles are going to have the softest,

LOTTA: warmest nest that any bird has ever known.

CARL: I can't wait till the eggs hatch! But I will...

CARL: ...for just a few more weeks!

[♪ sparkly chimes ]

[♪]

[baby bird chirping]

CARL: Those baby orioles are very little.

LOTTA: And they really seem

LOTTA: to love that soft,

LOTTA: warm nest

LOTTA: you helped them make.

CARL: It kinda feels good to know there's a little bit of

CARL: my feather collection up there!

LOTTA: And...a little bit of your baby blanket too.

CARL: Oh! My baby blanket!

CARL: Loooook at my Knit-Knit now, Lotta!

CARL: Mama totally repaired the moon's face for me. And

CARL: she added this new little bird, too!

LOTTA: [Gasp]

LOTTA: It looks just like a baby oriole!

LOTTA: You know, giving the birds your feathers was the

LOTTA: nicest, kindest, Carl-est thing to do.

CARL: I had to do it, Lotta. On behalf of baby blanket

CARL: lovers everywhere! And for babies!

LOTTA: Yeah, for babies! Even though that was such a

LOTTA: long time ago.

CARL/LOTTA: [giggles]

[♪ Drumbeat ]

[♪]

Singers: ♪ YES!

Singers: ♪ It's Carl,

Singers: ♪ The Collector!

[♪ Clap, clap ]

Singers: ♪ It's Carl, it's Carl, ♪

Singers: ♪ ABSO-LUTE-LY!

[♪ Clap, clap, clap ]

Singers: ♪ Carl!

Singers: ♪ It's Carl

Singers: ♪ The Collector!

[♪ Clap, clap ]

Singers: ♪ It's Carl, it's Carl, ♪

Singers: ♪ The Collector!

Singers: [chanting] ♪ Carl! Carl! Carl! Carl! Carl! ♪

Singers: ♪ The Collector!