Episode begins with Star Butterfly and Pony Head doing self-makeovers. | |
Star Butterfly | [with styled hair and large wax lips] This is the best makeover ever! |
Pony Head | [with styled mane and wax lips] This princess looks fly-ayy and she's ready to partay! |
Marco Diaz | Ladies! What's up with your lips? |
Pony Head | [whips her mane] Oh, don't be hatin' 'cause we look good and you don't. |
Marco | What are you talking about? I look all right. |
Star | Marco! Why don't you tell Pony Head what we got her? |
Marco | Uh, we got you something special for your first Friendship Thurs— |
Star | [singsong] Friendship Thursday! |
Pony Head | Hook a girl up already! |
Scene cuts to Diaz Household living room; Star, Marco, and Pony Head are on the couch in a giant snuggly. | |
Star | It's a friendship snuggly! |
Pony Head | Uh... great. Uh, thanks, guys... Um, but how are we gonna dance in this? |
Star | We're not going dancing, silly. |
Pony Head | ...Excuse me, what? |
Marco's phone rings. | |
Marco | Fifteen minutes to showtime! [crawls out of snuggly] I'm gonna go get the pizza. [leaves house] |
Pony Head | Pi-zza? |
Star | Yeah! You can't watch "¡Fiesta de la Noche!" without pizza! |
Pony Head | Fist full of whatta-what? |
Star | It's this awesome telenovela about three friends that go out every night and have all sorts of fun! |
Pony Head | [chuckles] Okay, yeah. We're just gonna sit on the couch and watch other people party on that rectangle box thing. [laughs] Okay. Good one. |
Star | [giggles] Oh, yeah, baby! That's what Friendship Thursday is all about. |
Pony Head | ... [spits wax lips off] Uh... I have to go to the bathroom. |
Scene cuts to Marco walking through Echo Creek. | |
BGM | [[[Marco's Good Time Theme]]] |
Mr. Vendrosian | Hey, hey! Looking good, Marco! |
Marco | Thanks, Mr. Vendrosian! You're lookin' good yourself! |
Bearded Hipster | Hey, Marco, my watch stopped. Can you tell me what day it is? |
Marco | You know what day it is. [high-fives Hipster] Friendship Thursday! |
Bearded Hipster | Um... Uh, actually, it's my birthday. I thought you knew. |
Marco runs into Pony Head, who's smiling widely and staring at him. | |
Marco | Pony Head, please go back to the house. |
Pony Head | [still staring at Marco] |
Marco | Huh... All right, I'm gonna squeeze past you here. Sorry. [whispering] Weirdo. |
Marco walks past from Pony Head, and she follows him. | |
Marco | Pony Head... What are you doing? |
Pony Head | Come on! I want to see some Earthian night life! |
Marco | I'm just picking up the pizza and getting it back before the show starts. |
Pony Head | Let's go. |
Marco | No. |
Pony Head | [whining] Pleeeeease? |
Marco | No! |
Pony Head | [whining louder] Pleeeeeeeeeeease?! |
Kittens and squirrels in Pony Head's eyes | [whining] Pleeeeeeeeeease? |
Marco | [loud groan] Okay, fine! You can come. |
Pony Head | Yeah! Woo-hoo! |
Marco | Just none of that Pony Head stuff you always do. |
Pony Head | I don't even know what you're talking about. |
Marco | Just promise we're gonna go get the pizza and nothing else. |
Pony Head | [groaning] Fine! I pinky promise. [gagging, coughs] |
Pony Head pulls a dismembered pinky on a keychain out of her mouth. | |
Marco | I'm not touching that. |
Marco and Pony Head walk through Echo Creek together. | |
Pony Head | So, what's this pizza thing you guys keep talking about? |
Marco | [screeches to a halt] Whoa-a-a-a nelly! Did you just call Emilio's Pizza a "thing"? |
Pony Head | Uh... I guess. |
Marco | Emilio's Pizza is not a thing. His family has been making pizza forever. His recipes go back to a time before pizza even existed— |
Pony Head | [looking at store window] Oh, my goo-goo! Look at those skinny jeans! Those are some skinny, skinny jeans! Like very skinny! |
Marco | What are you doing? |
Pony Head | Okay, come on. Let me just go in and get a pair. It'll just take a second. |
Marco | You promised. [walking away] No distrac— |
The store's entrance bell rings. | |
Marco | Really? |
Pony Head | [wearing skinny jeans] Check me out, Marco! |
Girl in skinny jeans | Excuse me, are those skinny jeans? |
Pony Head | Why, yes, they are. |
Girl in skinny jeans | No way! I'm wearing skinny jeans! |
A deejay girl starts playing electronic dance music, and Pony Head and several people wearing skinny jeans start dancing. | |
Partiers | [cheering and hooting] |
Marco | Pony Head! Hey, Pony Head! The pizza! Remember? |
A police siren sounds, and the music stops. | |
Police Officer | [amplified through megaphone] Everybody, freeze! I'm shutting this party down! |
The officer steps out from behind his car door, revealing he's also wearing skinny jeans. | |
Officer | ...'Til we get Little Red Riding Hood there into a pair of skinny jeans! |
Scene cuts to a little later with Marco wearing skinny jeans and awkwardly walking through town. | |
Marco | [grunting] When you promised we would just get the pizza, how does that fit into this? |
Pony Head | Oh, shut up, baby girl. You know you look good. Check it out, Marco. I got us a cab. |
Marco | Oh. Great! |
Marco and Pony Head get into the "cab"'s back seat. | |
Marco | [to driver] Uh, we're going to Emilio's Pizza. |
Driver | Uh... [gets out of the car and runs away] Just take the car! Don't hurt me! |
Marco | I don't think this is a taxi. |
Pony Head | Oh, don't blame me. It's not my fault that people like to give me stuff. |
Marco | What did you—?! |
Pony Head uses her horn magic to press down the car's gas pedal, and she speeds down the road. Other people in cars honk their horns at her as she recklessly drives past. | |
Pony Head | Okay, Marco, tell me how to get there! |
Marco | Pony! You need to stop this car right now! |
Pony Head | Come on. Just tell me, and I'll drive us there. |
Marco | Stop the car. |
Pony Head | Tell me how to get there. |
Marco | Stop the car. |
Pony Head | But tell me how to get there. |
Marco | Stop the car! |
Pony Head | Tell me how to— |
The car speeds through a chain-link fence into the city dump. | |
Marco | [screams] |
The car crashes to a stop. | |
Marco | [stumbles out of the car] Gah! [panicked breathing, tries to conceal the evidence] |
Pony Head | Uh... Okay, what are you doing? |
Marco | We just stole this thing! I have to get rid of the evidence! We gotta get as far away from this as possible. And then report it to the police. |
A crane picks up the car and drops it into a car crusher. | |
Marco | [crying] No! No, no, no, no! |
The car gets crushed into a small cube. | |
Marco | [shrieking gasp, strangled scream] |
Pony Head | Aww, it's so compact. |
Marco | [sobbing] I'm totally going to jail! |
Pony Head | You're not going to jail, Marco. |
Pony Head uses her magic to restore the car to normal. | |
Pony Head | Go home to daddy, baby! |
Car | [honks horn, drives away] |
Pony Head | Okay, let's go get us another car! |
Marco | How about you stop doing all that Pony Head business we talked about and let me get us there? |
Pony Head | Fine. |
Marco | [to crane operator] Hey, up there! How much for a ride to Emilio's Pizza? |
Crane operator | Uh... 650 dollars? |
Marco | [sighs] Okay... |
Scene cuts to outside Emilio's Pizza. The crane drives in front of the pizzeria, and Marco gets out and looks inside through the window. | |
Marco | Okay, okay... Everything's still in order. [breathing heavily] We're here. Keep it cool— |
Pony Head | Oh, my goo-goo, it smells like tomatoes and cologne. |
Marco | [stops Pony Head] Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing? You can't just saunter in there with your... sass. This is Emilio's. E-mi-li-o's! For once today, just... let me handle this. |
Pony Head | ... |
Marco | Let me handle this. |
The pizzeria's entrance bell rings as Marco and Pony Head enter, and Emilio is seen giving a pizza to a customer. | |
Marco | [puts Pony Head on a chair] Just sit here... or float here in the corner. Don't say a word. |
Emilio | Hey, Marcoooooooo...! |
Marco | Hey, Emilioooooo...! |
Both | ...ooooooooooo...! |
Emilio | Good to see you, kid. [gives pizza to Marco] Here you go, bubba. |
Marco | [excited exhale] May I? |
Emilio | Go ahead. After it's left my oven, it's not my baby. |
Marco | [excited giggling, opens pizza box] ...Huh. |
Emilio | Everything okay? |
Marco | Uh, yeah. Everything's great. |
Emilio | Well... [sighs] Are you sure? You made that... you know, th-that face I've never seen you make. |
Marco | No, no. It's-it's nothing. I'll just, uh... live with it. [walks away] |
Emilio | Oh. Okay. [walks away] |
Marco | [stops walking, sighs heavily] Actually... the thing is... it's the mushrooms. There aren't as many mushrooms as they usually are. |
Emilio | Not as many mushrooms? Let me see it. |
Marco | It's-it's totally... It's not a big deal at all. |
Emilio | Okay. [opens pizza box] One... Two... Three... |
Marco | No. No, don't... don't count. |
Emilio | Four... Five... |
Marco | Please don't count. |
Emilio | Six... seven... eight... |
Marco | Okay, stop. Stop counting. |
Emilio | Ninety-one... Ninety-two... Ninety three... |
Marco | Let's not play the number game, you know? |
Emilio | Ninety-four... Ninety-five... Ninety-six... |
Marco | [sighs] |
Emilio | Ninety-seven... Ninety-eight... Huh. Yeah, you're right, Marco. Usually I put... put a hundred mushrooms on a pizza, but there's... there's only ninety-nine here. All this time, I thought I was making good pizza. [throws pizza in the trash] President of the United States liked it! [throws president's photo in the trash] The Nobel Peace Prize liked it! [throws Nobel Peace Prize winner's photo in the trash] None of that matters... because it wasn't good enough for Marco Diaz. |
Marco | [nervously] Well... don't beat yourself up about it. N-N-Nobody's perfect. |
Emilio's cellphone rings, and he answers. | |
Emilio | Emilioooo's Pizza. |
Customer on phone | [muffled talking] |
Emilio | I-I-I... Let me just stop you right there. I-I cannot take your order. |
Customer on phone | [muffled talking] |
Emilio | Well, because I cannot make a perfect pizza! |
Customer on phone | [muffled talking] |
Emilio | Oh, well, thank you. That's very sweet of you. I appreciate that. |
Customer on phone | [muffled talking] |
Emilio | I think it's very good myself, but perfection is a very high bar. So, as of right now, I quit! |
Customer on phone | [muffled] What do you mean you quit? |
Emilio | Goodbye and have a nice life! |
Customer on phone | [muffled] Why are you yelling at me? |
Emilio | I am not yelling, sir! |
Customer on phone | [muffled] You're definitely yelling. |
Emilio | No, no! You're yelling! Lower your voice! [leaves pizzeria] |
Pony Head | [stares at Marco] |
Marco | Not a word. |
Pony Head | I wasn't gonna say anything. |
Marco | You know, this is all your fault with all your Pony Head stuff. |
Pony Head | Ooh, excuse me? |
Marco | I knew Friendship Thursday wasn't your thing! TV and pizza sounds boring to you, but it's what Star and I like to do on Thursdays! |
Pony Head | Okay, well, why did you even invite me then? |
Marco | I didn't invite you! When you're around, everything goes bad! |
Pony Head | Why don't you just say it then?! |
Marco | Fine! There's no room for the three of us in this friend—! |
The pizzeria's entrance bell rings, and a young boy on a scooter enters. | |
Boy on scooter | Is Emilio here? |
Marco | He's gone. Indefinitely. |
Boy on scooter | [disappointed] Oh. Okay. ...Do you know why I like pizza? |
Pony Head | No one cares. There's something else going on. |
Boy on scooter | It's divided into equal portions so everybody gets the same amount. And it's got no sharp edges to stab someone with because it's round. Like the circle of friendship. And I like the cwust! [rides away on scooter] |
Marco | ...Truce? |
Pony Head | Truce! |
Marco | How do you feel about making a pizza with a hundred mushrooms? |
Pony Head | Oh, yeah, boy! |
A montage plays of Marco and Pony Head making a pizza. Marco grabs a bag of flour from a shelf, and Pony Head tosses some eggs into a bowl. Pony Head fills a pitcher with soda, then mixes the pizza dough with her horn. Marco uses Pony Head like a rolling pin to flatten the dough. Marco spins the dough into the air, and Pony Head catches it on her horn. Marco spreads tomato sauce on the dough and grates cheese. Pony Head catches some grated cheese on her tongue and eats it. Marco tosses mushrooms at Pony Head, and she slices them with her horn. The sliced mushrooms land on the pizza. Montage ends with Marco and Pony Head smiling at each other while the pizza bakes in the oven. Scene fades to Diaz Household at night. "¡Fiesta de la Noche!" plays on TV while Star holds a slice of badly-made mushroom pizza. | |
Star | Uh.. guys? |
Marco and Pony Head | [snoring] |
Star | Emilioooo's... [bites pizza, gags, spits] Way too many mushrooms. |
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