02x11 - Call Me Billiam/The Finship Trap

[bunniefuu]

- ♪ Baby Shark, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Baby Shark, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Baby Shark, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Baby Shark ♪

♪ And this is my show, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ That's my mom, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ That's my dad, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ That's William! ♪ - Whoo-hoo!

- ♪ We live here ♪

♪ We do fun things ♪

♪ And through it all ♪ - ♪ Do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

- ♪ We dance and sing ♪

♪ This is Baby... ♪ - ♪ Baby... ♪

all: ♪ "Shark's Big Show" ♪

- ♪ Do, do-do, do-do-do ♪

[upbeat rock music]

- In the lead, it's William Manta!

[imitates engine revving]

It's the final lap!

Look at him go!

[imitates engine revving]

He's in the home stretch

about to set a new FINCAR record!

William Manta is number one!

He's done it!

He's...

really done it.

Bubba, are you okay?

-It was an accident! I swear!

- [gasps] My lamp! What happened?

- Would you believe I just became

the new FINCAR racing chomp-ion?

- Oh, William, you're old enough to know

how to play carefully in the house.

- I'm sorry, Mom.

- I know you are.

But I need you to be more responsible.

You're not a little gup anymore.

- [sighs] Mom's right.

I'm not a little gup anymore.

It's time for me to grow up.

[dramatic music]

- We got your Code Magenta!

What's the emergency?

- The time has come, my fishy friends,

time for me to put away childish things

and become a grown-up.

- Huh? - Great gills!

- A grown-up?

- I need to prove to my mom that I can be responsible.

Will you help me?

- Well, if that's what your mom wants,

then of course we'll help you.

Besides, it's kinda fun to play grown-up.

- Dearest William, we shall till your soils

and water your roots until you blossom

into the most radiant of roses.

- Yeah, that.

- Ah, there's nothing finer than a freshly raked lawn.

- Now you try.

Speak just like that grown-up fishy.

- Ah, there is nothing finer than a freshly raked lawn.

- Uh, close, but, uh, try it again with more anguish.

I need to feel the years of toil in your voice.

- [clears throat] Ah, there's nothing finer

than a freshly raked lawn.

- Yes! That's it! Keep going!

- Taxes! Errands!

Eating salads!

- Swimsational, darling!

- [snoring]

- Okay, if you're gonna be a grown-up,

you need to run errands like a grown-up.

Ready? - Ready.

[whistle tweets]

- Pick up your groceries!

Now get your laundry!

Don't forget your briefcase!

Almost there! - Ahh!

I made it!

- Perfect score! Congratula-fins!

- Phew. Being a grown-up is hard work.

- You're telling me.

I barely had time for my second nap today.

[snoring]

[upbeat music]

- Okay, Willy Vanilly, if you wanna be a grown-up

you'll need some grown-up threads.

Know what that means?

- [gasps] Fashion montage?

- Fashion montage!

- How's this, my good fishy?

- Mm, too fancy.

- Pretty nautical, huh?

- Too funky.

- How's this, sonny?

- Too old!

- What about this?

- Whoa. That is the vibe we're looking for.

♪ ♪

Check it out, my fishies!

- [gasps] - Le Gasp!

- You look fincredible!

- Indeed!

You look like a brand-new fishy, William!

- That's because I am a new fishy, my young friends.

From now on... call me...

all: ♪ Billiam ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪ [together] ♪ Billiam ♪

- ♪ I'm so grown ♪

♪ Look out world I'm all grown up ♪

[together] ♪ Billiam ♪

- ♪ Billiam eats floatmeal for breakfast and lunch ♪

♪ Yeah I could eat only chum-yums ♪

♪ But I don't cuz it might hurt my tum-tum ♪

♪ Ugh ♪

I'm, like, really into gardening

♪ And now I got a crick in my tail fin ♪

♪ But I know my doctor by her first name ♪

♪ Heidi always says breathe through the--ahh--pain ♪

[together] ♪ Billiam ♪

- Dad jokes: okay, which part of a fishy weighs the most?

It's our scales!

[together] ♪ Billiam ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪ [together] ♪ Billiam ♪

- ♪ I'm so grown ♪

♪ Clipping coupons ♪

♪ Fixed fin-income ♪

♪ Paying bills th of the month ♪

♪ I make dough ♪

♪ Sourdough, it's bread central at home ♪

♪ Antiques, tchotchkes ♪

♪ Yeah I got 'em, ohh ♪

- ♪ Got a fireplace and above ♪

♪ A cute sign that reads "Live, Splash, Love" ♪

♪ I'm Billiam ♪ [together] ♪ Billiam ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪ [together] ♪ Billiam ♪

- ♪ I squint at my shell phone ♪

♪ Paperclip documentaries ♪

♪ Talkin' 'bout the good ol' days ♪

♪ That's me, call me Billiam ♪

- [gasps] Paperclips?

I love this one!

- How about we celebrate Billiam's new grown-upness

with a game of Hide and Hunt?

- Great idea! - Yeah!

- Actually...

- One tuna, two tuna...

Three tuna!

Ready or not, here I swim!

Hmm.

[laughter]

- Aha! Gotcha, Billiam!

- My apologies, Baby Shark,

but I have no time for youthful games.

I'm catching up on current events.

- But...uh...you're it?

Billiam? Hello? Billiam?

- Great gills.

Suit Swimporium is having a sale on beige pocket squares.

all: Huzzah!

- What is your wish, my liege?

- As queen of all fishkind, I proudly declare--

- Uh, excuse me.

Would you fishies mind keeping it down?

I'm conducting a board meeting with my work associates.

Now, circling back, we need to raise our quarterly profits.

I'm looking at you, Manny T.

- Ah, sorry, Billiam.

We'll keep it down.

[whispers] Quiet mode, fishies.

[all whispering] Huzzah!

- That's better...right?

- William, try a free sample of my new chum-yum flavor,

Surfberry Supernova!

- Sorry, Mr. Clownfish.

My name is Billiam now, and I only eat grown-up snacks,

like floatmeal.

Oh. Mmm, so flavorless and responsible.

- One free sample, please.

- Oh, you got it, Ernie!

- Whoa! This flavor is outta this world, Mr. Clownfish!

- It is?

Um, I mean...how nice.

How nice, indeed.

Excuse me. I have to go do...yardwork.

Yes. That yard isn't going to rake itself, you know.

both: Huh?

[upbeat music]

- Hey, you! Get off my lawn!

- Yo, Billy Vanilly!

Come join our dance party!

- A dance party?

No, I'm afraid I'm much too grown-up for that.

- But you love dance parties!

- No, William loved dance parties.

Billiam loves paying bills and standing in line

for overpriced carp-achinos.

- Dear Billiam, are you all right?

- I'm fine.

I just don't have time for childish shenanigans.

Excuse me.

- Wow. Being a grown-up sure seems tough.

- I'll say. I could never give up the gift of boogie.

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Ooh ♪ - ♪ Ooh, ahh ♪

- [sighs] They just don't understand

this is how it has to be.

♪ ♪

Yuck.

- Breaking news: my son is eating floatmeal

without me asking.

What in the seven seas is going on here?

- I can't do it, Mom!

I just can't do it!

- Do what, Bubba?

- Be a grown-up.

I want to prove I can be responsible,

but I miss playing games and having fun with my friends.

And I'm sick of floatmeal.

- Oh, William, I don't need you to be a grown-up.

All I meant was that you need to be more thoughtful

about how you play.

- More thoughtful?

- Yeah, you can have fun.

Just not in a way that causes a mess for others to clean up.

That make sense?

- So I don't need to be a grown-up?

- Nope. You have your whole life to do that.

For now, just enjoy being a squiddo.

- Begone, floatmeal.

From now on, I'll be a responsible gup and have fun.

- I wouldn't have it any other way.

Now do me a favor.

Go play!

- You got it, Mom!

- Mmm, floaty.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Ohh-ohh-oh-ooh ♪ - ♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh ♪

- Oh, hi, Mr. Billiam.

Do you need us to turn down the music?

- No. I need you to turn up the finship, because...

I'm William again!

- Yeah! - Whoo-hoo!

- Hoorah!

- And I'm sorry I rushed off earlier.

Is there still room for me at this fishy friends dance party?

- But of course!

[together] Go William. Go, William. Go, William.

- Tail to the left, tail to the right, tail to the--

Oh! The lamp!

Whew.

Okay, everyfishy, let's dance over here...responsibly!

- Uh-huh.

[together] Go William. Go, William.

Be responsible. Be responsible.

[laughter]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Heads-up, William!

- Baby, we can't play Shore Square yet.

There are one, two, three, four shore squares

and only one, two of us.

- Okay, so we need two more fishies.

- And not just any fishies.

We want two fishies who will make a fin-omenal team.

But who could that be?

both: Hmm.

Hank and Goldie!

- Those two get along famously!

To Hank's house!

- Mm, whoa, count me in!

And Rocky can be our fourth!

- Actually, we were about to go ask Goldie to play.

- Oh, Goldie?

On second thought, I don't want to play.

both: Huh?

Did something happen between you and Goldie?

- It's really none of anyfishy's business.

She knows what she did.

We gotta go inside.

It's...uh...it's time for Rocky's violin lesson.

- That was weird.

- Totally weird.

I thought Rocky played the cello.

- If Hank won't tell us what's wrong,

maybe Goldie will.

- He says I know what I did?

Pshaw! It is he who knows what he did!

- I don't know what anyfishy did.

I'm so confused.

- Goldie, you and Hank are really good friends.

Maybe if you tell us what happened,

we can lend a helping fin to fix your finship.

- Sorry, Baby, but this is strictly between Hank and moi.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have a very sad poem to rehearse.

Good morrow!

- Do you know what this means, William?

- Uh-huh. We should ask Chucks and Vola to play Shore Square!

- Nope! It means we have to fix Goldie and Hank's finship.

- Uh, I dunno, Baby.

Maybe they just need space.

- No way.

They're our friends, and they need our help.

And if they won't talk to each other,

we're gonna have to do the talking for them.

♪ ♪

- Ahh!

- Oh, sorry!

We didn't mean to scare you.

- Uh, hey, speaking of "sorry," you know who else is sorry?

Goldie!

- Mm. You talked to Goldie?

What'd she say?

- Um...that she's really really, really sorry

for what she said to you.

Heh-heh. - Hmm, is that all?

And what about Rocky?

- Uh, that he's a happy little rock?

- Oh, she just doesn't get it!

If Goldie wants to say something to me and Rocky,

she should do it herself

instead of involving other fishies!

- I think we just made things worse.

- Ha, trying to break up a solid finship?

Respect.

- [groans]

♪ ♪

- [gasps] Sweet starfish!

- Maybe we should stop popping out on fishies like that.

- Oh, on the contrary.

I just adore dramatic entrances.

But pray tell, what is this all about?

- We brought you a gift from Hank

that shows how sorry he is.

- Hmm, well, I do love pearls.

[gasps] Is this supposed to be some sort of joke?

Oh, the nerve of that little whale!

- Well, that didn't work.

- You know, Goldie, if you just tell us

what the problem is, maybe we can help.

- I told you, this is between Hank and myself.

Now I'm storming off with this beret.

Good day.

- Thank you for supporting small businesses.

[both groan]

- [grunts]

- [sighs] It's just not the same.

- I can't stop thinking about Goldie and Hank.

They used to have so much fun together.

- But we tried helping, and we made things worse.

- We need to remind them how much they like each other,

then they'll be friends again!

Think! When were Goldie and Hank

the closest they've ever been?

both: Hmm.

- Well, there was that time Hank threw Goldie a party

at Iceberg Ice Cream after her one-fishy show.

- [laughs]

They shared the biggest ice cream sundae ever.

- And Goldie taught Hank how to tango.

- And they both watched Rocky do stand-up comedy.

[laughter]

I bet if we re-create that day,

they'll remember all the fun they had

and forget about their problem, whatever it is.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Hank and Goldie should be here any minute.

[bell dings]

[both gasp]

both: What are you doing here?

- You're both here to remember

the bestest day you ever had together!

How about a sundae?

- I'm not hungry. - Me neither!

- Hmm, okay, if ice cream's not your jam,

you two can tango!

♪ ♪

He-heh, see how much fun?

♪ ♪

both: No!

- Uh, okay, maybe Rocky can share some jokes.

- Rocky's not in the mood to deliver any

hilarious-yet- thought-provoking jokes today.

- And we're not in the mood to hear them.

How dare you trick us into seeing one another?

both: Hmph!

- Oh, but you just have to be friends again.

Don't you remember how much you care about each other?

- I keep trying to tell you, leave us be, Baby Shark.

- For once, I agree with Goldie.

Rocky, we're leaving!

[bell dings]

- Dramatic exit!

[bell dings]

[chair squeaking]

- You are in rare form today!

Couldn't have broken them up better myself.

- [groans]

[sighs]

- What's wrong, squiddo?

- [sighs] Goldie and Hank aren't getting along.

I tried to get them back together,

but I just made it worse.

- Aw, Baby, it's really sweet that you care so much,

but sometimes it's best to give fishies space

to swirl out their problems for themselves.

- I just want my friends to get along.

Is that so wrong?

- Of course not. But listen...

[upbeat music]

♪ Your heart is big ♪

♪ Yeah, you care a lot ♪

♪ When your fishy friends aren't seeing eye to eye ♪

♪ All you wanna know is why ♪

♪ It's hard to swim by when they're distraught ♪

♪ You gotta give them space ♪

♪ To figure it out ♪

♪ You gotta give them space ♪

♪ To swirl it out, to swirl it out ♪

♪ Swirlin' it out yeah ♪

♪ You got to ♪

♪ Give your friends a little time ♪

♪ You can't control how or when ♪

♪ They'll become best buds again ♪

♪ It's up to them to set the pace ♪

♪ I their finships on the rocks ♪

♪ They gon' need some time to talk ♪

♪ So you got to ♪

♪ Give your friends a little space ♪

♪ You gotta give them space ♪

♪ To figure it out ♪

♪ You gotta give them space ♪

♪ To swirl it out, to swirl it out ♪

♪ Swirlin' it out yeah ♪

♪ Space, you gotta give them space ♪

both: ♪ Doo doo doo ♪

- ♪ Space ♪

both: ♪ You gotta give them space ♪

- You're right, Mommy.

It's tough, but maybe I just need to give Goldie and Hank

some space for a little while.

- I'm proud of you, Baby.

both: Mmm-mmm!

- Whoo-whoo!

[laughter]

- Huh?

- [sobbing]

- Ugh, sometimes it's so hard to give your friend space

when they're upset, but I can do this.

Just give them space.

- Yoo-hoo. Baby Shark, come here.

- Huh?

I thought you fishies didn't want my help.

- We didn't need it.

Everything's better now.

- Then why are you crying, Hank?

Oh, well, I'm crying because Goldie's sad poem is...

really, really sad.

[sobs]

- You see, last time I performed my said poem,

Rocky kept smiling, but it's not a comedy.

- But Rocky can't help how he feels.

He just didn't find it very sad.

- And Rocky's honest reaction motivated me to work harder

on my performance, and now look how sad my poem made him.

- Anyway, that's what caused our fight.

But since you gave us space we took the time we needed,

and we were able to swirl things out on our own.

- Aw, I'm so glad everyfishy's friends again.

From now on, I promise to give everyfishy space

when they need it.

- You're wrong.

- Nuh-uh.

You're super wrong.

- Oh, no!

Chucks and Vola aren't getting along.

I gotta fix this.

Ugh!

- Mm-mm - Ah-ah-ah.

- Easy there, Baby.

Why don't we play that game of Shore Square instead?

- You're right.

I'm sure they can swirl it out.

[laughter]

- No, you're the bestest friend.

- You know, I think maybe we're both the bestest friends.

[laughs]

- I totes agree.

Bring it in, friend.

- Mmm. - Mmm, ahh.

[laughter]

- ♪ It's the end, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ It's the end, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ It's the end, do-do, do-do-do-do ♪

♪ It's the end ♪

♪ Of our show ♪

♪ But don't go ♪

♪ Let's just flow ♪

♪ To the next episode of ♪

♪ "Baby Shark's Big Show" ♪

♪ Do, do-do, do-do-do ♪