03x07 - The Giggle Bug/Dance Dance Twist Solution

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How, what, where, why?

What, where, why?

How, what, where, why?

What, where, why?

Ada Twist, scientist

She's gonna find out what the answer is

Under here, over there

Science is everywhere you look

With Iggy Peck, architect

And Rosie Revere, engineer

So much to do

And you can help too!

A mystery, a riddle, a puzzle, or a quest

There are wonders to discover
And hypotheses to test

Science is the best!

Ada Twist, scientist

She's gonna find out what the answer is

Everywhere science is

She's forming a hypothesis

Connecting polka dots
‘Cause this is scientist Ada Twist!

"The Giggle Bug."

Stop! You can't eat that.

Why not? I really wanna eat it.

You can, but not yet.

We haven't all shared a fun fact
we learned today.

Right, well today
I learned that after a long day at work,

I'm really hungry for tacos.

Dad, that's more of an observation
than a fun fact.

Okay. Honey, what's your fun fact?

Today, I read that the first-ever website
was created in 1991.

That's a long time ago.

Basically ancient.

So long.

I have a fun and fascinating fact.

It's fun-scinating.

Yawns are contagious.

That fact is fun.

If I yawn or even talk about it,
the Yawn Bug'll probably infect you.

-That's how the brain reacts to yawning.
-Isn't the brain

fascinating?

See? You got bit by the Yawn Bug.

Oh man, my taco.

What's your fun fact, Arthur?

I'm observing a strange phenomenon.

Arthur isn't excited about taco night,
though it's his favorite,

he's mumbling instead of talking,

and he's wearing his grumpy bear slippers,

which he only wears when he's sad.

Arthur is sad.

I have questions, why are you sad?
When are you going to stop being sad?

I don't wanna talk about it, okay?

The Kid Magicians Mega Show was canceled.

You'd been looking forward to it

for seven months, three weeks,
four days, and nine hours.

I know. I even learned a new trick.
All for nothing.

It's normal to be sad, baby.
You just need to feel your feels.

Right. Feeling emotions is important.

We all feel sad sometimes,
and that's totally okay.

-I feel 'em, and they all feel sad.
-But here's another fun fact.

Did you know
that you can work at being happy?

Hold up, work at being happy?

Just like being good
at science or tennis takes work,

so does being happy sometimes.

Yep. Know why your dad and I
dance around the house all the time?

It makes us happy.

Let's show 'em.

Work those
ancient '90s dance moves, Twist.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Maybe you could do something happy?

I wanna be happy,

but I don't feel like doing anything now.

Can I go to my room?

I'm not in the mood for tacos tonight.

-Sure, baby.
-Sure, lil' man.

Wow, Arthur really is sad.

He always finishes his tacos, and mine.

We need to give him time
to deal with his feelings.

I always feel happy after a good sleep,

so maybe Arthur will
feel better by the morning.

This is gonna be another fun-tastic day.

Oh no, Arthur's still sad.

I gotta do something.

Arthur's sad? That makes me sad.

Being down in the dumps
can be a real dump.

I wanna help get his happiness back.

Let's start with something
that always makes me happy.

A happystorm?

I mean a brainstorm.

Yay for happy brainstorms.

I've got an idea.

We could design a gigantic Arthur statue
that looked over the whole neighborhood.

It'll make him happy, yes?

I think that'd take up too much airspace.
It could be dangerous.

-Yikes!
-Watch out!

It would take a long time to build.

Maybe there's a faster way,
like flipping a happy switch in his brain.

That's awesome.
I didn't know it had a happy switch.

I don't know if it does.
I was kinda just hoping.

I've done some research on brains,
so let's see.

Nope. No happy switch.

Turns out the brain's more complicated.

I know, a Pegasus!

You can't be sad
flying on a magical winged horse.

Arthur wouldn't know
how to ride a Pegasus.

What if it starts bucking like a bull?

Hilarious.

Laughing this hard makes my stomach hurt,

but it also makes my heart happy.

Maybe that's the answer.
We need to make him laugh.

My mom says laughter is the best medicine.

Let's see what the science says.

It's true.

Laughing releases chemicals
that feel good, like endorphins.

I think I have a hypothesis.

I knew you would.

I've got a hypothesis

I've got a hypothesis

-Does that
-Observation

-Mean this
-Explanation?

Right or wrong

Let's find out what the answer is

It might not be right
But we're gonna find out

What this theory is all about

-An educated guess
-But will it stand up to our test?

Yes, that's what a hypothesis is

I've got a hypothesis

I've got a hypothesis

Let's find out how right it is

Let's go!

Hypothesis, if Arthur laughs,

his brain will release
feel-good chemicals and be happy.

I love happiness.

So how do we make Arthur laugh?

I've got an idea or two.

Get to your seat. Show's about to start.

What are you doing? What show?

The most gigglicious,
comedy-tastic show you've ever seen.

Hope you got laughing pants on.

-It's about to get hilarious up in here.
-Huh?

Good evening living room.

Feels a little cold in here, doesn't it?

No worries though,
'cause I'm here to warm you up.

Get it? Nothing?

Okay. I got a knee-slapper for ya.

What did the ocean
say when he saw his best friend?

Nothing. He just waved.

Tough crowd.

Arthur hasn't smiled, even a little.

Don't worry, we'll find a way
to make him laugh. We got to.

Yikes.

Uh-oh.

I got pied.

Phooey. I wanted to get pied.

Arthur, why didn't you
laugh at any of our hilarious stuff?

-I just don't feel happy enough to laugh.
-This is hopeless.

If he doesn't laugh at Iggy getting pied,
he won't laugh at anything.

Yeah, that was pretty funny, and messy.

But also delicious.

You don't have to say it Rosie, I will.

That was a flippity-floppity-flop.

We couldn't get his brain
to release "endolphins."

I think you mean "endorphins."

Oh, right. Oopsies.

"Endolphins."

It wasn't even that funny.

I think I'm laughing 'cause you guys are.

It's like laughter is contagious.

Maybe laughter is contagious,

like how yawns
affect you with the Yawn Bug.

Oh yeah.
Even hearing about yawning makes me yaw--

So maybe giggles
can give you the Giggle Bug.

Sounds like the cutest bug.

And the happiest.

We need to test
to see if laughter really is contagious.

Loading the lab.

This machine will play different sounds,

and this helmet will show if they cause
happy chemicals in the brain.

So who wants to volunteer?

Pick me. I'd love to volunteer
my brain for science.

Did not expect that. Go ahead, Iggy.

My brain is blobby.

Okay, let's put it to the test.

Spooky sounds
definitely don't make me feel happy.

Next, please.

Don't like this one either.

You know how I feel about birds.

-A, B, C.
-Wait, is that burps?

-And is that Rosie?
-D!

Thought I'd shake it up.

So far, no sounds have released
happy chemicals in Iggy's brain.

Let's see if laughter is different.

Iggy's brain is colorful and sparkly.

I want a sparkly brain.

That's not sparkles, that's endorphins.

Hearing laughter
does release happy chemicals in the brain.

Guess we proved laughter is contagious.

Now we just have to infect Arthur
with the Giggle Bug.

Giggle what now?

The Giggle--

I don't get it. What's so funny?

I can't even explain.

Iggy's sparkly brain.

I don't know what you're laughing at,
but now I can't stop.

You caught the Giggle Bug,

and it's releasing
feel-good chemicals in your brain.

Yeah, the "endolphins."

I mean, "endorphins."

They make you feel so happy.

So hearing you laugh
is what made me laugh?

And laughing made my brain
release happy chemicals?

-Exactly.
-Crazy, right?

That's kinda cool.
I guess I really needed a good laugh.

Thanks Lil' A.

And thanks Rosie and Iggy.

I think I understand
what Dad was saying now

about working at being happy.

I'll have to work at it
by doing more things that make me laugh,

like playing with this funny,
pie-throwing whatchamacallit.

"Dance Dance Twist Solution."

Okay, Lil' Rivets, from the top.
Five, six, seven--

Left foot, nine o'clock.
Right foot, three o'clock.

Use the clock, mijitas,
but only if you forget steps.

Feel the dance.

Oui, little darlings.

If you go off book,
still dazzle, sparkle, shine.

And spin and pose and done.

Alright, circle up everybody.

Lil' Rivets, you've practiced lots,

but remember,
memorizing steps is only half the goal.

So 50% memorizing and 50% what?

Don't worry about calculations, doll.

Your brain knows the steps.

All you have to do is let your muscles
remember 'em and have a ball.

Feel it in your bones
and go with the flow.

Let's show 'em what I mean.

Go, Great Aunt Bernice.

Now get some rest. Tomorrow's a big day.

-Bye.
-See ya.

See you on stage.

-Bye.
-Later.

I'm nervous about tomorrow.
What if I don't remember the steps?

What? You're a great dancer,

and you've practiced a lot.

-You've got this.
-Yeah, you do.

But if you forget,
just remember Rosie Rule Number 82,

when in doubt, do a fab-tastic freestyle.

Yeah!

I can't freestyle, it's a special dance.
I have to remember all the steps.

-Later.
-Bye.

Left foot, nine.

Right foot, three.

Left foot, nine o'clock.
Right foot, three o'clock.

Left foot, nine--

I know you're excited about tomorrow,
but your muscles need to rest.

Okay.

Good night, Mom.

'Night, baby.

Sweet dreams.

Huh? Oh no.

My legs are moving funny.

This is a mystery, a riddle, a puzzle,

a quack!

Quack!

It was just a dream.

I'm not a rubber ducky. Still Ada.

Ada's the last one up? That's a first.

Did the kids
switch places last night while we slept?

No, but I dreamt I was dancing
and my legs switched places with duck legs

and I turned into a rubber ducky.

Someone's nervous about the recital later,
which is normal.

But you've been practicing for weeks.
You're prepared, sweets.

Even if you mess up,
Mom and Dad will still clap.

Arthur.

What did I do?

That was nice.

Don't worry, I know you've got this.

Why aren't you nervous?

'Cause I got this.

Could you pass me an apple?

-Me too.
-Me three.

Wow, Arthur. How'd you do that?

Muscle memory.

I've practiced so much,
I don't even think about it.

Muscle memory. Fascinating.

Wanna give us a preview of the dance?
Might calm you.

Okay. First, I picture
a clock on the floor.

Left foot, nine. Right foot, two.

No, three.

Nine minus six-- Whoa!

I forgot the dance steps.

Don't worry.

They've gotta be
in that big science brain,

just like forehands,
backhands, and flyness are in mine.

But where? My frontal lobe?

Temporal lobe? Cerebellum?

I don't know. You're the scientist.

Right, but the recital's real soon,

so I need to find out
why I can't remember steps, and fast.

I need backup.

Don't worry, Ada. We're here now.

Yeah. Let's boogie into a brainstorm
and help you remember the steps.

Thanks, guys.

We could switch my legs with octopus arms.

Each arm has its own mind,
so they'll remember steps.

But if each arm has a mind of its own,

they might each
try to do different parts of the routine.

Yeah, that would be an octo-fail.

What if we attach
puppet strings to your legs

and ask a friendly giant
to be your puppeteer?

That could work,

but what if the giant
doesn't stick around?

-You told me they get distracted easily.
-Oh yeah, they do.

So much for that big idea.

Got it. We could make you a robo-suit
and program the dance into it.

But what if it glitches on stage?

Oh yeah, that could be
a real mechanical meltdown.

A robo-dance suit might not work,

but it gives me an idea.

My dad has this really old game
that has a dance pad

with arrows that light up
so you know where to step next.

I see where this is going.

Maybe we can make something like it
and program it with the dance routine.

Love it. Loading the lab.

Voila!

The machine's done,

and the dance is all programmed in.

Remember,
if you make a wrong step, it'll quack.

You're up, Ada.

Alright, from the top. Five, six, seven.

Right foot, 12.

Left foot--

Missed it.

Don't worry. Keep going!

Get it, girl!

I did the dance and didn't quack up.

Now doing the steps
without the machine should be no problem.

Left foot, nine. Right foot, three.

Left foot, 12?

-Right foot-- Whoa!
-Ada!

Why can't I remember the steps?

A mystery, a riddle, a puzzle, or a quest

When I don't know the answer
To a question or a query

Why, why, why, why?

My curiosity leads to discovery

Why, why, why, why?

We're ready to go

The g*ng's all here

Another adventure with the Questioneers

-Don't know what we'll find
-But it's fun to try

That's why I

Ask why!

Well, I'm as stumped
as your leg muscles are, Ada.

I have no idea
why you're forgetting the dance.

Wait a minute, forgot muscles.
It's like my legs lost their memory.

So Arthur was talking about
muscle memory this morning,

and Aunt said our brains know the steps
so our muscles will remember them.

They're talking about the same thing.

But how do muscles remember things?

Our brains control movements.

So maybe we need to take a trip
deep into the caverns of our brains.

But I didn't pack.

Don't worry.
All we need are our imagination caps.

That's the frontal lobe.

That's responsible for speaking, right?

Uh-huh. There's the temporal lobe,
for hearing and recognizing faces.

You guys, there's the cerebellum.

It's responsible for coordination.

You need that for dancing.

I think that's where we wanna go.
Comin' in for a landing. Hold on.

Incoming!

How does the "Sarah-balloon" work?

I mean the "cereal-Bella."

The "cerebellum." Let's see.

It sends signals to our muscles
to help our bodies move smoothly.

The more you do a move,
the more the brain and body remember.

Like when I was learning to skate.

It was really hard at first,

but the more I did it, the easier it got.

Now I don't even think about it.

So, since I danced the dance a lot,
my muscle memory should kick in.

Come on, let's go back.

Let's see it.

From the top. Five, six, seven, eight.

Left foot, nine. Right foot, two.

Left foot, 12? Right foot--

I've practiced
and thought about the steps a lot.

Why isn't my muscle memory kicking in?

-Maybe you're overthinking.
-But thinking's what I do.

Thinking's great,
but overthinking can get in the way.

I'm not thinking about eating this
and bouncing my ball, I'm just doing it.

You're right.

So overthinking is stopping me
from remembering the dance steps?

Interesting theory.

Makes sense.

Let's go. We've gotta
get to the park for the recital.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

Let's get it.

Pour moi?

Oh, stop. You shouldn't have.

Ladies and gentlemen, kids and pets,

the Raucous Riveters present--

The Little Rivets!

Yeah!

Yikes.

That's my baby.

Don't quack up, Ada. Don't quack up.

Left foot, nine.

Right foot, three.

Oh no, I'm quacking up.

Ada.

Stop overthinking. Go with the flow.

Stop overthinking. Go with the flow.

That's my baby!

Bravo.

Très magnifique.

It was, now let me see
if I have this correctly, "lit."

That was colder than a polar bear
eating ice cream cake. It was great!

You crushed that dance
like a tiny little tin can.

Lil' Rivets!

Yeah, Ada.

You did it!

Aunt Bernice, I stopped overthinking,

let my muscle memory kick in,
and felt the dance in my bones.

I saw you out there. You sure did.

Darlings, they're demanding an encore.

Let's give the people what they want!