Alongside Filburt, Rocko is seen in the waiting room at O-Town General Hospital.
"I appreciate you coming along, Filburt." states Rocko.
"Of course! Besides, I had nothing to do today." Filburt balances his feet on the table, reading a magazine titled Animals.
"Careful, Filb! You don't want to hurt yourself." cautions Rocko.
"Please. You sound like my mother."
Seconds later, Filburt falls off his chair and lands on his shell, rocking back and forth trying to get back up.
"Oh, fish sticks. I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous..."
"Are you okay, Filb?" asks a concerned Rocko.
"Yeah. Once I put my head between my knees." replies Filburt.
The Ambulance Beavers immediately run out into the waiting room.
"Hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup!" They place Filburt on a stretcher, rushing him to the hospital's emergency ward.
Not long after, two orderlies burst through the waiting room's door.
"Dr. Hutchison's waiting for you. How about getting off your butt so you don't waste her precious time?" asks a condescending Buff the Bull.
"Yeah, waste your butt!" Dick the Gorilla laughs at his own comment.
Rocko gets up from his seat, and is standing aimlessly in front of the orderlies.
"Oh, you expect us to lead the way? Figure it out yourself, Marco Polo!" states Buff.
"Marco!" shouts Dick.
"Dick, we're not playing a game." answers Buff.
"Polo!"
"Will ya knock it off already?" asks Buff.
While the two argue, Rocko sneaks past them and walks around the hallway. He enters Dr. Hutchison's office, whose name plate falls off after Rocko pushes the door.
"Hi, Rocko!" greets Dr. Hutchison.
"Hello, Dr. Hutchison. Is Filburt doing okay?"
"Yep! Just a little milk of magnesia and another coupon was all it took!" replies Dr. Hutchison. She then continues speaking. "So, Mom told me you wanted to marry me? I mean, I'm very flattered but-"
"Oh no, not at all! It was more like she wanted me to marry you." explains Rocko.
"Typical Mom. Even though she knows how much I love Filburt, she still sets up dates for me with every man in O-Town. Did you know Gordon proposed to me? He put his foot in the mouth!" Dr. Hutchison laughs at her joke.
Rocko looks down on the ground.
"What? I know it wasn't one of my best but-"
Rocko interrupts her. "Sorry, I just haven't felt very good lately. I feel... empty."
"Hmm. Let's take a look." states Dr. Hutchison.
First, Rocko gets his blood pressure taken. As Dr. Hutchison squeezes the cuff, Rocko's head inflates further and further.
"Ooh, I feel light headed!" shouts out Rocko.
"Just a few more seconds."
Rocko's head detaches from his body, flying through the air like a balloon. His head lands on the ground.
"40/30. Excellent blood pressure!" proclaims a perky Dr. Hutchison.
Next, Rocko does a wild take, causing his brain to pop out. Dr. Hutchison examines it with a magnifying glass.
"Good, good. None of that pesky gray matter here!"
Dr. Hutchison is then shown using a depressor on Rocko's tongue. She accidentally puts her hook through the tongue, causing Rocko to scream.
"Whoops! Looks like I have to be careful with my right hook!" Dr. Hutchison giggles after saying this.
The following test entails Dr. Hutchison facing Rocko's backside.
"Are you positive this is necessary?" asks Rocko.
"Of course! We got to test the strength of your tail!"
Dr. Hutchison uses her cat hand to lift the tail and test its reflexes.
Rocko begins to giggle. "Stop! That tickles!" His tail then smacks Dr. Hutchison in the face, knocking her over.
"Dr. Hutchison? Dr. Hutchison?" Rocko blushes after calling her name a second time.
Later, Dr. Hutchison is seen having a bandage over her forehead.
"I'm so sorry, Dr. Hutchison. I should have warned you I'm very ticklish." states a remorseful Rocko.
"Don't worry about it. Besides, we're even after the whole tongue thing. Eye for an eye, or in our case head for a tongue." Dr. Hutchison laughs.
"So, is there anything wrong with me?"
"Well, not physically." replies Dr. Hutchison.
"I know what you're gonna say: it's all in me head, and I should just take medicine to feel better." states a bitter Rocko.
"Now, that's not true! I do believe there is something wrong with you. It's just beyond my expertise. I'll tell you what, I'm referring you to the wonderful doctor who trained me."
Dr. Hutchison writes a note with her hook, giving it to Rocko.
"He should be able to help you more than I ever could. 'Kay?" asks Dr. Hutchison.
"Thanks, Dr. Hutchison."
Rocko is then shown in the office of Dr. Katz, from "Clean Lovin'."
"I thought you were a pet psychologist." says Rocko.
"Can't a man expand his practice?" Mr. Katz pauses. "My old student Dr. Hutchison told me you've been having emotional problems."
"Well, yeah. I haven't felt like me in days. You see, I lost my favorite shirt." explains Rocko.
"Can you be more specific? Are you feeling blue, or yellow?" asks Dr. Katz.
"Huh?"
"Psych slang for sad and happy." answers Dr. Katz.
"Oh. Definitely blue." replies Rocko.
"Do you have a solid friend group? Good relationship with your parents? Do you live alone?" inquires Dr. Katz.
"One at a time, please." insists Rocko. "It's not that anyone has ever wronged me. It's just... ever since I lost my shirt, I feel like a completely different person."
"You seem to have an unhealthy attachment to this piece of fabric." opines Dr. Katz.
"Well, if your Mum gave you this shirt before leaving Australia, wouldn't you be attached?"
"Ah, so it goes all the way back to your mother. It always does." states Dr. Katz.
"Not at all! Mum and I are close. We make sure to call each other once a week." explains Rocko.
"Sigmund Ferret would have a field day with you."
"Are you listening to me? I didn't come here to talk about me Mum! I just want my shirt back!" shouts Rocko.
Dr. Katz uses his pen to draw a caricature of Rocko yelling on his clipboard. "I would say you have a touch of gloominess." diagnoses Dr. Katz.
"Gloominess?" asks Rocko.
"Just a touch of it. Like a passing phase. I don't think you have anything to worry about. Just distract yourself with things you enjoy and you'll be good as new." assures Dr. Katz.
"But, I don't feel any better." states Rocko.
"Rocko, I'm sad to say I can't help you with these complicated problems. Here, call this hotline when you're distressed."
Despondent, Rocko slams the door upon leaving Dr. Katz's office and rushes to his car.
"I'm sick of these bloody doctors not being able to help me! I guess I'm just going to have to live with it. Better than being told things I already know!" Rocko chews the hotline paper after stating this.
At Conglom-O, Ed is holding a slideshow presentation during a meeting, clicking on a button every time he finishes a sentence.
"H2O: The delicious thing known as water." Bev and Ed are on lily pads, playing leap frog together. "Whoops! Don't know how that got in there."
"He's gonna choke." states Mr. Noway, chuckling afterwards.
Ed clears his throat. "Anyway, here we have the wonderful creation known as the watercooler." A photo is shown of Conglom-O's watercooler.
Mr. Dupette yawns. "On with it, Bighead!"
"Right, right!" states Ed.
The next slide shows Ed smiling at his desk. "Studies show more hydration increases productivity, acuity, and smiles."
"Not to mention bathroom breaks." Ed's next slide shows him running to the bathroom stall.
Ed's slideshow ends, and he turns the lights on.
"I think we should institute Watercooler Wednesdays. It'll give us the energy necessary to do our work. Any questions?" inquires Ed.
Mr. Noway raises his hand.
"Yes, Noway?" Ed asks in annoyance.
"Bighead, how can productivity increase if we go to the bathroom more?"
"Simple. We'll hold parties to increase office morale." replies Ed.
"That... is..." Mr. Dupette pauses per word.
"Stupid?" inquires Mr. Noway.
"Ingenious! Bighead, you've been on a roll lately! I don't know what kicked you in the pants, but it sure left an imprint!" Mr. Dupette swings around in his chair in excitement.
"I'll go get you the first cup, sir." states Ed, walking out of the room.
"Noway, why can't you be more like Bighead? You could use some of his ingenuity." opines Mr. Dupette.
In anger, Mr. Noway crushes the pencil in his left hand.
Then, Bev is shown dusting in the Bighead garage. She notices Rocko from outside the window, who looks downward while walking.
"Oh, that poor baby. He just hasn't been that lively young man since Ed stole his shirt. I wish there was a way I could give it back to him."
Bev looks around in the garage, and sees a bulletin board, paper, pencils, and rulers.
She smirks. "Bev, you are a woman ahead of her time."
A montage is shown of Bev using the above mentioned tools for ideas to return Rocko's shirt. The first is a simple shirt swipe.
"Mm. Too cliche." opines Bev.
Next, she draws Ed falling in mud, and taking the shirt to wash it.
"Too messy."
Then, Bev illustrates an articulate, complicated Rube Goldberg machine that will take Rocko's shirt off of Ed.
Bev pauses for a moment, and makes the finger frame gesture. "Too high concept."
With several pieces of paper in a trash can, Bev is shown trying again. Upon finishing, she smiles and rubs her hands together.
"That's the one! Don't worry, Rocko, Auntie Bev's gonna get your shirt back!" Bev takes the piece of paper while smiling widely.
Later that night, Rocko is sleeping on the couch. He hears a large thud at the door.
"Wha? Who's that?" asks a groggy Rocko.
Heffer and Filburt burst through, using Rocko's car as a battering ram.
"Rock, it's been three days since you did something fun!" states Heffer.
Rocko is furious. "What are you guys doing?"
"We're busting you out of this malaise to get you some fresh air." answers Filburt.
"My Mom invited you for dinner, and I said you'd be there with bells on!" adds Heffer.
"Heffer! You didn't even ask me first!" shouts Rocko.
"It's for your own good, buddy. Even your car was begging us to take you somewhere." claims Heffer.
"It's true. I'm so tired of seeing your comic shop over and over again! A car needs some variety!" adds Rocko's Car.
"Oh, alright." says Rocko in defeat.
"Ready, Filburt?" asks Heffer.
"Uh, I'll sit this one out. I think I pulled my sacrum." Filburt pulls out his new coupon. "To O-Town General!"
Rocko is now sitting at the Wolfe dinner table. Also present are Heffer, George, Virginia, Cindy, Peter, and Hiram. Cindy is wearing all black clothing, alongside lipstick of the same color.
"See, guys! I told you Rocko would make it!" states Heffer.
"Sure! Let's roll out the red carpet all for the beaver." says a sarcastic Hiram.
"Hi, Cindy. You look... different." greets Rocko.
"Yeah, Cindy's going through a goth phase right now. Silly, right?" asks Peter.
Peter then lifts his legs to reveal a dark pink skirt and white pantyhose.
"Now, Peter, we talked about this. No showing off at the dinner table." cautions Virginia.
"Fine." Peter reluctantly sits back down on his seat.
"Watch it, Peter! I gave you that skirt as a hand me down!" yells out Cindy.
"At least I know how to put lipstick on correctly. I can see some on your teeth." snarks Peter.
"Don't make me read my poem about decomposition again!" threatens Cindy.
"Knock it off, you two! We have company!" shouts George.
"Hey, Mom. Can I have seconds please?" asks Heffer.
"Heff, why don't you just take my dinner?" offers Rocko.
"Really? I don't want you to be starving."
"I insist. I can just make something for myself at home." assures Rocko.
Heffer digs in to Rocko's dinner.
"What, is our food not good enough for your sensitive culinary tastes?" asks George mockingly.
"No, not at all! I'm just not hungry."
"Hey! What's the matter with you?" inquires Hiram, pointing his cane at Rocko's nose.
"I'm sorry. I've just been sad lately." explains Rocko.
"Oh brother, he's moodier than my kids!" yells George.
"Pfft. Back in my day, we didn't have no stinkin' depression. We just bottled things up and hurt others!"
"Grandpa, you literally grew up during the Great Depression." corrects Peter.
"Huh?" asks a confused Hiram.
"Dad's right, as always. Whiners are the real losers of this world!" proclaims George.
"George!" scolds Virginia.
"Not now, Virginia."
Virginia's face twitches after George's comment.
"I hate when you guys get like this! Don't make me write another poem about it!" shouts Cindy.
George notices Rocko frowning. "It's all his fault! He's bringing everybody down with that 'woe is me' act of his!"
"Now dear, Rocko's going through a hard time right now. Have some sympathy." pleads Virginia.
"Sorry, but if you go boo-hoo all the time, no one will want to be around you. Someone messed that kid up and it's not my fault." replies George.
Rocko, having overheard George's comment, begins to cry and runs outside to his car.
"You big jerk! You know Heffer's always had trouble making friends, and here you are scaring them away!" shouts Virginia.
George is stunned at his wife standing up to him, rendering him speechless.
"Woo! That felt good!" replies Virginia, who for once does not twitch.
Peter rushes outside towards Rocko's car.
"Sorry my Dad blew his top. Here, take this." Peter gives Rocko a CD.
"Kitty Spade?" asks Rocko.
"Yeah, her music helped when I was going through a lot. Let me know what you think of it." replies Peter, walking away afterward.
The next day at Rocko's house, Rocko is listening to the CD Peter gave him while wearing headphones. Filburt and Heffer walk in.
"Hey, Rocko! The kids and I are going to Chokey Chicken." informs Filburt.
"And we'd like to know if you want to come with." adds Heffer.
"Eh, I'll pass." answers Rocko, taking off his headphones.
"You sure? They're having Gristle Free Day!" shouts Heffer in excitement.
"I'm just not feeling up to it. Sorry, guys."
"Well, okay. Do you want us to bring you back anything?" inquires Filburt.
"I'm good." states a firm Rocko.
Heffer is just about ready to close the door.
"Five piece please!" shouts Rocko.
Heffer overheard Rocko's request, winking at him before exiting the house.
Later, Rocko is seen eating chicken drumsticks and drinking soda. He watches the Bunmaster horse on TV.
"Alright! Let's get those glutes in gear with Bunmaster! And a one! And a two! And a one! And a two!"
Rocko changes the channel to Nosey!.
"She's the raccoon who tells you what to do, and how to do it! Say hello to Nosey!" states the Nosey! announcer.
"Fast food and talk shows. A most unhealthy, yet delicious combo." opines Rocko.
"Hi, everybody!" greets Nosey, stopping to allow audience applause.
"I just had work done... on my house, and I met some strange contractors. And those two men are here today! The topic: the lizard who is his own father, and the bull who eats beef! But first, inquiring minds in O-Town must know: Rocko, what's your deal?"
Rocko immediately turns off the TV.
"My deal is no one getting it! Won't anyone listen to me?" shouts Rocko.
Spunky walks up to Rocko with a bowl.
"Spunky, I just fed you a half hour ago." points out Rocko.
Spunky further pushes the dog bowl towards Rocko's feet.
Rocko lets out a light smile. "For me? Oh, Spunky. I know I can always count on you when no one else understands me."
Rocko picks up Spunky, who licks Rocko's nose.
On Thursday morning, Ed is searching inside his bedroom while Bev is in the bathroom.
"Bev! I need you!"
"I'm uncurling my hair. Give me five minutes." replies Bev off screen.
"There's no time for that! How am I supposed to be an executive if I have no shoes?" asks Ed.
The scene cuts to Bev applying mascara.
"Edward, you know you always put your shoes under the bed."
Realizing what she just said, Bev rushes out of the bathroom to stop Ed, but is too late.
"Beverly! What is this?"
Ed has a piece of paper in his hand.
"Sweetheart, we've been over this. Those are moth balls." replies Bev.
"Oh, really? I don't remember moth balls having doodles on them!" Ed pauses. "I can't believe you've sided with the enemy!"
"It's for your own good. You know that shirt belongs to Rocko." insists Bev.
"That tears it! Bev, give me your ticket to Hollo-Wood." demands Ed.
"Now, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That promotion of yours has gone to your head." replies Bev.
"Well, if that's how you feel, then I guess I'll do my own laundry from now on. Hmph!" Ed walks away.
"Now usually, I could live with that. But not when Rocko's shirt is at stake." Bev rubs her finger underneath her chin.
Ed is shown exiting the house.
"I can't believe my own wife is turning against me. What is this world coming to? I guess it's just you and me, lucky shirt."
After finishing his sentence, Ed falls into a puddle chest first.
"No! Dampness! My shirt has been soiled!" despairs Ed.
Ed runs to his car, and puts the key in the ignition. However, his car refuses to start.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Ed smacks his fist on the car's dashboard, causing an airbag to deploy and hit his face.
Having no other options, Ed sprints to work. "I've got to wash this shirt! Its luck has been compromised by the dreaded H20!"
By the time he reaches Conglom-O's front door, Ed is utterly exhausted, collapsing on the ground. Mr. Dupette and Mr. Noway step outside.
"Bighead, you're late." points out Mr. Noway.
"Yes, and there's no excuse for it. Mr. Dupette, I promise I will water your plants, clean the floor with the finest polish, and make sure you have plenty of tissues. I will do whatever it takes, sir." states Ed.
"You know, Bighead. I thought you would be a great executive, seeing as I assumed you had quite the backbone. Turns out I was wrong. That sycophancy won't get you anywhere. Noway! Pick my nose, please."
Mr. Noway proceeds to pick Mr. Dupette's nose, smiling at Ed's plight.
Meanwhile, Rocko is working the register at Kind of a Lot O' Comics. The telephone rings, and Rocko answers it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Rocko. I'd like to invite you over for lunch." states Bev off screen.
"But I already had some at Chokey Chicken." replies Rocko.
"Real food, darling. I'll cook something up myself."
"Hmm. Okay." Rocko hangs up.
During lunchtime, Bev and Rocko are sitting at the Bighead's kitchen table.
"Oh, Rocko, dear. You look a little down in the dumps. Let Auntie Bev turn that frown upside down."
Bev grabs fresh food from the oven with mitts on.
"Here. These fly dogs were meant for Ed, but he's been very naughty lately. And not in an endearing way. You deserve them more." states Bev.
"Uh, thanks, Mrs. Bighead. But, it's gonna take more than food to make me feel better." replies Rocko.
"Which is exactly why I called you here. I think I know someone who can help."
"No! I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I'm sick of people who just don't get it!" yells Rocko.
"Darling, I promise, this one will be worth it. I'll even give you this." Bev hands Rocko her ticket.
Rocko sees it is an airplane ticket to Hollo-Wood. "Wow. You'd do this for me?"
"Why wouldn't I? You've been a wonderful neighbor, and I want what's best for you." assures Bev.
Rocko lets out a smile. In the next scene, Rocko enters Rachel's apartment, who is drinking tea. They both sit down on her couch.
"So, my Mom told me you wanted to see me?" asks Rachel.
"Well, kinda. It's out of desperation more than anything else." admits Rocko.
"Hey, you're my friend. Tell me what's bothering you."
"I lost my shirt close to a week ago. Ever since then, everything feels different, and not in a good way. I bought this plaid as a replacement, and Heffer really likes it, but it's not the same. I just don't feel like me anymore." says Rocko.
"You know, you remind me of myself before I started hormones." states Rachel.
"I don't see the parallels."
Rachel laughs. "Let me explain. Everyone thinks you're crazy because you're not happy. You start to believe them, and it feels like everyone has their lives under control, so why can't you do it?"
Rocko perks up. "Is that why you were so angry when we did Wacky Delly?"
"Yes." admits Rachel. "And I've been meaning to apologize for that. I know you guys meant well, yet I took my unhappiness out on you three. I regret doing that and I'm sorry."
"It's okay, we were being dumb." replies Rocko.
"Even so, I should have had more patience. If anything, it helped me realize I was never happy as a man. It always felt like I was put in a box I couldn't escape out of. After some soul searching, I realized it was because I'm a woman."
"I can't begin to imagine how difficult that was." states a sympathetic Rocko.
"You're such a sweetie." Rachel pauses. "It's frustrating when people don't understand you, so I know how scary it is to not know who you are. Regardless of your shirt situation, you're still you, and you'll be able to make it through. I know it sounds corny, but it's true."
"Thank you, Rachel. It feels nice to finally talk to someone who understands." says a smiling Rocko.
"That's what friends are for! By the way, Heffer's right: you do look really cute in plaid."
Rocko blushes as he leaves Rachel's apartment.
The next morning, Bev is seen ironing Rocko's shirt before Ed goes to work.
"So much for that good luck, huh Ed?" Bev laughs to herself.
Thinking for a moment, she grabs the shirt and runs outside.
"Now's my chance to do what's right!"
Ed overhears her and chases after Bev.
"Bev! Give me back my lucky shirt!"
"It's not yours, Ed! I'm returning it, where it belongs!" shouts back Bev.
"Don't make me ban hair curlers in the house!" threatens Ed.
As Bev reaches Rocko's lawn, Ed is floating above an open manhole.
Ed looks at the audience as he somberly says "Oh, no." He proceeds to fall down the manhole.
"Beverly! Get me out of here!" demands Ed, his voice echoing.
"I will, darling. But not for a while!" Bev cackles at her response.
Back on Rocko's lawn, Bev throws Rocko's shirt through his window with a note attached. She slowly walks back to her front door.
"Bev? Bev? I know you like playing hard to get, but this is ridiculous!"
Later that day, Rocko comes home and notices the damaged window.
"Oh, great. Lost my shirt, and now some rotter robbed me." says a sardonic Rocko.
However, upon entering his house, he sees the shirt.
Rocko gasps. "I can't believe it! It's..." Rocko makes sure to feel his blue and purple shirt. "The real deal! My shirt is back!"
Rocko then reads the note, finding out it was Bev who returned it. He runs outside, and gives Bev a tearful hug. She reciprocates.
Ed is then shown cleaning with a mop in the bowels of Conglom-O during the night shift, meaning he was demoted to janitor.
"I hate my life."
Elsewhere in O-Town, Rocko (now wearing his usual shirt), Heffer, and Filburt prepare to leave Rocko's house.
"Wahoo! Kitty Spade and the Grungycats!" shouts an excited Heffer.
"I gotta say, I didn't expect to like them, but now they're my favorite band!" Rocko says happily.
"I'm glad you're back to your old self, Rocko." states Filburt.
"Well, not quite. I still have some things to work through, but I do feel better than I did yesterday." explains Rocko.
Rocko then puts his flannel shirt over his typical one.
"Hey! You don't have to wear that anymore!" points out Heffer.
"I know. But I want to, it's grown on me. Plus, it'll be cold out."
"You know, I feel like we all learned something." states Heffer.
"The clothes don't make the wallaby, the wallaby makes the clothes?" asks Rocko.
"Nah." replies Heffer.
"Oh, I know! Never leave precious desirables out in the open!" offers Filburt.
"Nope. I'll tell you what it is: never go to bed hungry." claims Heffer.
The trio nod, as Rocko puts his hands around Filburt and Heffer's shoulders, heading for Kitty Spade's concert. They close the door as the episode ends.