It was *shudder shudder* cleaning day.
MR. HERRIMAN: Now, I want to see my reflection in that grout.
Coco was shining windows and Ed was sweeping up as Wilt took care of the chandelier.
MR. HERRIMAN: This will not stand. Master Stumpy, you have messed up the alphabetization of the 80's cassette collection. Again. Cyndi Lauper is after Cultue Club, Micheal Jackson is under M, not H, and Queen is nowhere to be seen!
Meanwhile, Bloo was spraying excessive amounts of air freshener, causing Frankie and Mac, who were trying to scrub the floor, to cough.
MAC: Quit it, Bloo!
BLOO: What? I'm just trying to clean.
MAC: Spraying air freshener isn't cleaning.
BLOO: Is too. And cleaning the air. Cleaning and freshening.
FRANKIE: Well, go find some other place to clean and freshen, would you?
BLOO: Fine, if that's how you feel about. But don't come crying to me when your air gets all stale and filthy.
FRANKIE: I'll keep that in mind.
There was an awkward silence...
BLOO: MISSED A SPOT!
He ran off.
FRANKIE: Bloo! That friend of your's, Mac...
MAC: Tell me about it.
FRANKIE: If it's not one thing with that guy, it's another.
BLOO: Hey, what's this? I've never seen this before.
FRANKIE: OH NO.
Bloo inched closer and closer towards a purple door with a sign; "stay away: do not enter". Bloo disobeyed until Frankie blocked him.
FRANKIE: BLOO!
BLOO: AUGH.
FRANKIE: Don't even think about it.
BLOO: Seesh, calm down, I'm just gonna open the door.
Meanwhile, Mr. Herriman heard the whole darn thing.
MR. HERRIMAN: OPEN THE DOOR?!
BLOO: Don't mind if I...
Herriman blocked him.
MR. HERRIMAN: Can you not read, Master Blooregard? "Stay away" meaning "do not approach the vicinity", "do not enter", which should not arise as an option if you simply heed the initial warning of "stay away", meaning "do not approach the vicinity".
BLOO: You know, you're wasting a perfectly good door here; doors are made for opening.
MR. HERRIMAN: And they are ALSO made for shutting. Shutting away deep, dark, mysterious secrets.
BLOO: There are SECRETS behind that door?!
Bloo's lip curled up. Herriman was not amused.
MR. HERRIMAN: S-s-secrets? Preposterous!
BLOO: But you just said...
MR. HERRIMAN: I said nothing of the sort! Now off, off, stay away from this door, and the unfathomable secrets that lie beyond it, or PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE.
Bloo got out seven cents and handed them to Mr. H.
BLOO: Seven cents should do it.
MR. HERRIMAN: "The ultimate price" does not refer to a specific amount of currency, Master Blooregard. I was speaking metaphorically.
Bloo was confused AH.
MR. HERRIMAN: It means will you get in trouble.
FRANKIE: Big, big trouble!
BLOO: Oh, all right.
He hanged his head and ran towards the door, but was blocked again.
FRANKIE: Let's go, pal.
Bloo, Mac and Frankie walked off.
Later...
BLOO: Unfathomable secrets of this kind!
LAUREN: Bloo, I don't suggest you open that door. At all.
BLOO: Pfft! Secret doors, who needs them! What do I care about silly old secret doors and unparallel delights THEY KEEP HIDDEN FROM THE WORLD!
Mac smacked him.
MAC: Let go, man!
BLOO: Right, right, won't happen again.
LAUREN: Promise?
BLOO: My middle name is "promise"!
LAUREN: I thought your middle name was...
MAC: Let's go, Mom.
They walked off. Bloo walked into another room.
BLOO: GUYS, GUYS! YOU'RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND!
CHERRI: I hope it's more interesting than that four-leaf clover.
BLOO: A SECRET DOOR!
WILT: We don't know anything about the secret door!
EDUARDO: Yes we do.
KNACK: Actually, we don't! Secret doors? What's a secret? What's a door? I LEFT THE TAP ON!
Knack ran away.
WILT: Um, look...sorry, uh...love to stay but...ummm...Eduardo's calling me!
EDUARDO: No, I'm not, I'm right here.
WILT: Not you, the other Eduardo.
Wilt and Eduardo left with the former pushing the latter. GumGum expanded and flew off.
BLOO: Psst...Cherri...
CHERRI: Hey, Bloo?
BLOO: Yeah?
CHERRI: Remember when you annoyed me about a secret door so I took some pants and slapped you across the face with 'em?
Bloo shat up and Cherri left.
STUMPY: I need to go to the secret...DOOR!
Stumpy stopped upon realizing what he said.
BLOO: WHAT'S IN IT?
Bloo said cheerfully.
STUMPY: A secret room! For my secret club! Erm...look, a jolly leprechaun!
Bloo turned around to see him.
LEPRECHAUN: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT, YOU UGLY MUTATED BLUE CIRCUS PEANUT.
The leprechaun ran off.
BLOO: Stumpy, he's not jolly at all...
Stumpy was gone. Coco was left. Bloo sadistically smiled at the bird as she nervously smiled back, sweating. She was about to go, but Bloo blocked her.
BLOO: So, Coco, have any secret room club secrets you'd like to share?
Coco shook her head and ran off.
BLOO: So, they wanna be all secretive of the secret secret club in the secret room behind the secret door, do they? Well, you can't keep a secret secret from Blooregard Q. Kazoo, I'll make 'em talk.
In the library, Bloo was reading.
BLOO: You know, I was thinking about how much I love doors. You have a favourite type of door? Fridge? Screen? Sliding glass? GAR - RODGE?! I'm more of a secret door man myself. How about you?
They both ran away, afraid. Later, in the arcade, Bloo was looking for more evidence.
IMAGINARY FRIEND: The birds are going all the way this season.
BLOO: Are you kidding?! My money's on the secret doors!
Those guys ran away too.
Later, at a comedy club, Bloo was onstage.
BLOO: Just came from the other side of the house, and I gotta ask, WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH SECRET DOORS?
Everyone ran away.
Later, Bloo was with a cactus lady.
BLOO: You know what's behind that secret door? I mean, I know, of course, but I wasn't sure you knew. But if, you know, tell me first, and I'll know it's cool to tell you.
CACTUS LADY: Everyone knows the secret of the secret door is...
Suddenly, her lips popped off and she ran away to get them.
Bloo was like this all over the entire darn house!
In the bathroom, everyone was brushing their teeth.
GUMGUM: I thought we told you that we DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE SECRET DOOR.
EDUARDO: Yes, we do!
WILT: Eduardo!
Everyone ran off except Coco.
COCO: Coco coco co (Bloo, listen..)...
BLOO: What, Coco?
COCO: Coco cocococo coco (I will tell you about the secret door).
BLOO: Really?
COCO: Coco cocoocococo (there is an unstoppable evil)...
BLOO: Really?
COCO: Coco (yes)...
BLOO: That's what behind the secret door?
COCO: Co co coco (what secret door)?
BLOO: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, "WHAT SECRET DOOR?".
Coco ran off with Bloo following, yelling at the top of his lungs. Just as he was about to leave...
IMAGINARY FRIEND: So...you wanna know the story of the secret of the secret door, huh?
The imaginary friend was hairy, and was in a rocking chair.
BLOO: Yes! Yes, I do!
IMAGINARY FRIEND: Well, it goes like this...a long time ago...way down the hallway...where the second corridor on the left...just to the right...
BLOO:..to the right...
IMAGINARY FRIEND: To the right...next to the Boston fern...cross from the billiards room...and up three flights...something happened in this house, behind that door, and we all agreed we would never speak of it again. And that, is the story of the secret of the secret door.
BLOO: THAT IS THE STORY OF THE SECRET OF THE SECRET DOOR?
IMAGINARY FRIEND: Well, no. Not really. The actual story is MUCH, MUCH better. But a pact is a pact.
Bloo frowned and screamed.
Later at night, Bloo was trying to sleep, but he couldn't. In his dreams, he was in a black room with the cactus' lips. He felt like he was being attacked by doors. The words were in his head...he snapped and ran off.
BLOO: THAT'S IT!
Once he opened the door, there was nothing, but a little scribblish entity. Bloo was touched. Two more of them came out and tickled him. Then came out a million more...
BLOO: Uh, oh.
Mac was swimming in scribbles just to get to the stairs. The entire lobby was flooded with them. He had a big realization.
MAC: BLOO.
Mac went upstairs to see Frankie. The entire top floor had scribbles.
MAC: WHERE IS HE?!
She pointed to him.
BLOO: What?
MAC: Mom and I told you not to open the door.
BLOO: So sure it was me, are you?
A scribble came out from behind him. As he started to smile, more popped up.
BLOO: Fine. You got me, I did it, and you know what else? I'd do it again!
MAC: Do you like making everybody's life miserable?!
Bloo thought a second.
MAC: Bloo!
BLOO: Oh, relax, would you? I mean what's the big deal, anyways? These guys are great! Aren't you, my widdle scribble friend?
MAC: Friend? They're not friends!
FRANKIE: Well, technically the scribbles are imaginary friends, Mac.
MAC: Really?
Frankie put some scribbles in the closet and closed it.
MR. HERRIMAN: There is nothing friendly about them. These things are merely the (I don't know what Herriman said). The witless celebrations of bratlings. Infant thoughts, Master Mac.
FRANKIE: The first imaginary friends created by babies.
MAC: Oh. Then why do you keep them locked up?
MR. HERRIMAN: Because they are bothersome, mindless and a considerable nuisance. Need I remind you, Miss Frances?
FRANKIE: No...
MR. HERRIMAN: The autumn of nineteen hundred and eighty four was cold and cruel.
Back in 1984, scribbles invaded the house - thanks to Frankie. Later, in the present...
FRANKIE: I said I was 'sowwy'.
MR. HERRIMAN: 'Sowwy' doesn't make up for the fact that we forced to take up residence in the unicorn stables for 46 days.
MADAME FOSTER: It was like camping.
Madame Foster said, passing by.
FRANKIE: You know, if someone would just spring for a lock...
MR. HERRIMAN: Self restraint, Miss Frances is the only lock that door requires.
MAC: Well, why can't the scribbles just hang out with everyone else? It's not like they're Extremesauruses; they're not dangerous.
At that moment, an imaginary friend came running, his face covered in scribbles, and he tripped over.
MAC: But that's Clumsy; he can't walk two steps without falling all over himself.
CLUMSY: Oh yeah?
Clumsy wiped the scribbles off and started to walk, proving Mac's point.
MR. HERRIMAN: Clumsy's coordination or lack thereof has no betting on the matter.
FRANKIE: Mac, it's really for the best.
Frankie said, putting the final scribble in the closet.
FRANKIE: Besides, they like it in here.
MAC: They don't look they like it.
MR. HERRIMAN: Like it or not, that is where they are staying.
MAC: But they have rights just like everybody else. It's not fair.
MR. HERRIMAN: Oh, well shame on me. I will go alert the fairness police of my thoughtless transgression at once. In the meantime, why don't you make yourself useful and gather up these useless thoughts?
Herriman handed Mac a net and went off.
FRANKIE: Let it go, Mac.
MAC: No worries, it's the last thing on my mind.
Mac noticed a note by his feet and picked it up. It read, "if you want Herriman to free the scribbles, come see me by the oak tree outside the house. Deep Stump."
Meanwhile, Cherri was looking for Bloo.
CHERRI: Where is that little blue spitball?!
LEPRECHAUN: HE'S OVER THERE, YOU DEFORMED MUTATED PEEP.
CHERRI: Thank you for that.
Once Bloo noticed Cherri, he ran away screaming.
LEPRECHAUN: I WANT YOU DEFORMED MUTATED CIRCUS PEANUTS TO DIE, YOU UGLY MENACES.
Cherri chased Bloo all around the house. Once she got to the kitchen, Bloo fended her off with plates.
CHERRI: Bloo! Get back here!
BLOO: NEVA!
This went on for a couple hours.
Meanwhile, Mac went to see Deep Stump. Deep Stump was covered in black clothes, hiding himself from Mac.
MAC: Hello.
DEEP STUMP: Are you Chocolate Skittles?
MAC: Yeah - I'm Chocolate Skittles. Are you...
He turned around to see if no one was watching.
MAC:...D-E-E-P S-T-U-M-P?
DEEP STUMP: Yes. Listen. The scribbles are not mindless. They are hard workers. They'll do chores of any kind. Washing dishes, cleaning, murder plots, hiding bodies, etc. Speaking of which, what's going on in it that window?
In Bloo's room, some scribbles played a radio and gave him some soda. Bloo started to dance. Mac went into the room to see for himself.
MAC: Uh, what are you doing?
BLOO: Dancing. What? You want something? Soda? Candy? A piece of cake? I can get you a piece of cake. Hey you! Fetch me and my man here a slice of cake.
MAC: Bloo, I don't want any cake.
BLOO: It's real moist.
At that moment, a scribble was lifting GumGum.
GUMGUM: Put. Me. Down.
BLOO: Hey, GumGum!
GUMGUM: What am I even doing here?! Listen, Bloo; you better put these things back in the door or else!
BLOO: Or else what?
GUMGUM: OR ELSE YOU SHALL TASTE MY WRATH!
A scribble blew a raspberry at him.
GUMGUM: How are these guys doing all sorts of stuff gonna make us see them as helpful?
MAC: Wait a minute!
Mac remembered what Deep Stump said.
Later, the scribbles helped around the entire house. They were pretty helpful. Oh, and some beat up Bloo.
CHERRI: Thanks, guys.
LAUREN: Woah, Mac! You were right!
BLOO: It was my idea! I inspired it with my...
MAC: Selfishness?
BLOO: Selflessness.
GLOVE: Hey, can you give me a hand over here?
Meanwhile, a scribble made a godawful sound.
FRANKIE: TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!
MAC: What happened?
BLOO: What happened?
FRANKIE: I don't know! I just asked him to do a few things! Clean the oven, mop the floor, wash the dishes...
BLOO: THERE, THERE! EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE OK! I mean OK.
FRANKIE: What was that all about?
MAC: I think you overloaded it.
BLOO: Yeah, each scribble can only do one thing and that's it.
FRANKIE: Well what good is that?
BLOO: Oh, Frankie...
Bloo snapped his fingers and scribbles came in.
BLOO: You wash, you dry, you put away.
They did as told.
BLOO: See?
FRANKIE: I don't know...
FRANKIE: HOW I'VE EVER LIVED WITHOUT THEM!
FRANKIE: They're fantastic.
She said, getting a message in the spa room. Mac wasn't very happy.
BLOO: I take great pride in my personal grooming.
MAC: YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TOENAILS.
LEPRECHAUN: THE UGLY MORBIDLY OBESE BLUEBERRY HAS A POINT, YOU UGLY BRICK SHAPED KID.
Mac walked off. Sooner or later, everyone in the house became lazy bums. Mac went to Deep Stump.
MAC: Deep Stump, everyone's just lying around, not doing anything! The scribbles are friends, not servants!
DEEP STUMP: OK, here's my plan...
He whispered into the kid's ear.
DEEP STUMP: Here's a proton pack. Butterscotch Pudding will meet you in the lobby, Chocolate Skittles.
Soon, in the lobby, Mac was wearing a proton pack, waiting for Butterscotch Pudding. Later, Stumpy came in with his own proton pack.
STUMPY: Are you Chocolate Skittles?
MAC: Yes, I'm Chocolate Skittles, Stumpy. Are you Butterscotch Pudding?
STUMPY: Yes. Now, let's get rid of those little scribbles!
First, they went upstairs to see a few scribbles cleaning around the house.
STUMPY: OK, Chocolate Skittles; treat this with utmost...GET 'IM.
At that moment, Stumpy turned the proton pack on, unleashing a stream of electricity. Unfortunately, the scribble dodged out of the way. No one else reacted because they were too lazy.
MAC: D'oh...shoot! Let's go!
They ran off into another room to get that stupid little scribble. In that room, Mac aimed carefully, and shot, getting him this time.
STUMPY: One down!...A MILLION LEFT TO GO...
So, they ran into the kitchen to find multiple scribbles cooking. So, they collected more and more scribbles until the entire proton pack was filled and all of the scribbles were gone.
MAC: OK, guys; this is wrong. We can't use them as slaves.
LAUREN: He's right. We need to set them free. Can we just leave them alone?
BLOO: You're right...let's set them free!
So, Stumpy opened the vaccuum and the scribbles went on their merry way.
MR. HERRIMAN: Let's be grateful that we'll never see those scribbles again.
BLOO: I'M SORRY, SCRIBBLES! I LOVE YOU!
Bloo burst into regretful tears.
LEPRECHAUN: BOOO. BOOO. WORST APOLOGY EVER. BLOO IS AN UGLY BLUE MUTATED CIRCUS PEANUT WHO NEEDS TO DIE.
KNACK: Now what do we do?
MR. HERRIMAN: We could put up a sign saying, "do not enter, scribbles. Stay away, scribbles." on the front door.
KNACK: Should we get a lock?
MR. HERRIMAN: Hahahaha. No. Self restrain is the only lock the door will hold.