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Theme song
Emmie: I love rainy day Karoke. ♪ LAlalalalalala! ♪
(Doc and Alma giggling)
(Doc sniffs)
Doc: What's that smell? Is your mom baking a pie?
Alma: No. It's just my new doll Peaches Pie.
Doc: (Sniffing) Hm. She smells just like...I got it. Fresh summer peaches.
Alma: Doc, I kinda think that's why they call her Peaches Pie.
Doc: Yeah.
(Rudi barks and pants)
Alma: Ew, Rudi! Rudi is stinky! Yuck!
Doc and Alma: Rudy!
Emmie: Follow that dog!
(Rudi sniffing)
Alma: Rudy, give me back my dolly.
(Rudi barks)
Emmie: Ew! He won't let go! I don't know what to do.
Emmie and Alma's Mom: Here, boy.
Emmie and Alma's Mom: Oh, there you go. Oh, Rudi.
Alma: Thanks, Mom.
(Alma sniffs)
Alma: Ew! She's supposed to smell like peaches, but now she smells like wet dog. Peaches Pie is ruined.
Doc: I don't think she's ruined at all. Can I take her back to my clinic and make sure she's okay?
Alma: Please take really good care of her, okay?
Doc: I promise.
Doc: The doc is in.
(stethoscope goes off)
(Peaches Pie sniffing)
Peaches Pie: Ew! Something smells awful in here like wet dog. Good thing I know it's not me, since I always smell just peachy.
Doc: Hi, guys. Let me introduce Alma's new doll Peaches Pie.
Peaches Pie: I'm Peaches Pie, the sweetest little peach blossom in the South. I smell fruity sweet from my head to my feet. Charmed to meet you, I'm sure.
Lambie: So nice to meet you too, Peaches. I'm Lambie, and you are here just in time for Lambie's dance class!
Peaches Pie: Ah! Did someone say dance class?
Doc: Wait, Peaches. I have some thing to tell-
Peaches Pie: What dances are you teaching? The cantaloupe cha-cha? The tangerine tango? The grapefruit grape vine?
Hermie: Hey! Smooth moves, Peaches.
Doc: Hang on. Before you play, I want to give you a check-up.
Hallie: Sorry, Doc. No can do. You already have two patients waiting. See?
The Wicked King: Make way for I shall be first. My royal illness is most royally urgent. I simply cannot stop hopping.
Hallie: You can be first but only because you got here first.
The Wicked King: In my clinic, royalty waits in line just like everybody else.
Doc: Okay, Peaches. Since the King needs me right away, I'll get you in really soon.
Peaches Pie: Oh, that's okay, Doc. I'd love to dance for a spell.
Stuffy: Time to spin the tunes. (Starts spinning himself on the CD and falls off)
Lambie: Um, that's one way to spin tunes Stuffy, but I'm pretty sure you need to put the CD in the player.
(Stuffy chuckles)
(music playing)
Peaches Pie: Let's dance!
Lambie: I call this "The Lambie Shimmy".
(music playing)
Peaches Pie: And is that the snowman hop?
Chilly: Uh-uh. I'm not dancing. I'm getting out of the way so nobody steps on my toes.
Lambie: Um, Chilly, you don't have toes.
Chilly: My toes are gone? (screams) Oh, right, no feet, never had them. Never mind.
Hermie: And look at my wicked fancy dance. I call it "The Crab Claw Conga". One, two, three, snap.
Peaches Pie: That looks like so much fun. Well, dancing makes me feel fruity tutti fabulous. One, two three, kick! One, two three, kick! This is fun, isn't it?
(Hermie sniffing)
Hermie: Mm, something smells bad in here, wicked bad.
Peaches Pie: A smell? Not with my pleasant peachy scent everywhere.
Hermie: Hey, wicked sorry, but I got to go buff my claws.
Peaches Pie: Well then, who else is with me? Hmm? Come on, anybody can conga.
Chilly: I guess I can try. One, two, three, hop! One, two, three, hop! Ew! Um, I forgot snowmen can't dance on days ending in "Y". It's in the snowman code. Sorry.
Peaches Pie: One, two, three, kick! One, two, three, kick!
Hermie: Hey, Lambie, I don't know how to say this, but Peaches Pie's clothes are wicked smelly. Like wet dog smelly.
Lambie: But Peaches it supposed to smell like, well, peaches.
Chilly: Well, maybe, but only if the peaches were on top of a wet puppy. I have a very sensitive carrot.
Lambie: I just can't believe Peaches Pie's clothes smell bad.
Peaches Pie: Well, lemons and limes. What a lovely dance class, Lambie.
(Lambie sniffs)
Lambie: Oh, phew, now I believe it. Well, this is bad. Oh, how can we tell Peaches her clothes are smelly without hurting her feelings?
Peaches Pie: Why did everybody stop dancing with me?
Lambie: Um, hey, Peaches, you see the truth is-
Stuffy: Um, anyone notice there's kind of a smell in here?
Peaches Pie: You know, I did notice it. But I thought it wouldn't be good manners to point it out. I didn't want to make anyone feel bad. But now that it's out in the open, something really does smell bad in here.
Hermie: Oh, I wish Doc would get back in here wicked soon. Ooh, my wish came true.
Doc: Your Majesty, I really don't think hopping mad is an illness.
The Wicked King: Hmm, I demand a second opinion.
Doc: Tell you what, take two cuddles and check in with me in the morning. Okay, Chilly, you're next.
Chilly: You know something? I think I can skip an appointment just this once, Doc. Why not take her in first?
Peaches Pie: Don't know if you noticed, Doc, but there is a mighty strong doggy smell in here.
Lambie: Um, can we talk to you for a second?
Lambie: Doc, we like Peaches Pie and everything, but her clothes smell kind of bad.
Chilly: And we don't know how to tell her without hurting her feelings.
Doc: Um, Peaches, how about I give you that check-up now?
Peaches Pie: Okay.
[Stuffy, Lambie, Hallie and Chilly]
♪ Time for your check up! ♪
♪ Time for your check up! ♪
♪ I'm gonna check your ears ♪
♪ Check your eyes ♪
♪ Find out how much you've grown ♪
[Stuffy, Lambie, Hallie and Chilly]
♪ Time for your check up! ♪
♪ I'm gonna listen to your heart beat ♪
♪ Fix you up, ready to go ♪
[Stuffy, Lambie, Hallie and Chilly]
♪ Time for your check up! ♪
[Doc and Lambie]
♪ It's OK if you giggle ♪
♪ This will only tickle a little ♪
[Doc, Stuffy, Lambie, Hallie and Chilly]
♪ Time for your check up! ♪
♪ Time for your check up! ♪
Doc: Peaches and I are gonna talk alone for a bit.
Stuffy: You got it, Doc.
Lambie: Okay, Doc.
Chilly: Sure.
Doc: Peaches, I'm glad to say you're in perfect working odor- I mean order, working order. It's just that- okay, there's one little thing I want to talk to you about. Your dress and hat are kind of dirty. So that wet dog smell you smell, it's coming from your clothes.
(Peaches Pie laughs)
Peaches Pie: What? Oh, Doc. That can't be true. I always smell like peaches.
Doc: Emmie's dog Rudi was playing with you in the yard. That's how your clothes got smelly.
(Peaches Pie sniffing)
Peaches Pie: Oh, for peach's sake. Alma's never gonna want to play with me ever again.
Doc: Oh, don't worry. You just have a little case of soggy doggotosis.
Hallie: I better sniff out the Big Book of Boo-Boos.
Doc: Anybody can get a little smelly after going out to play.
Hallie: And especially if your pet is wetter than a walrus in a washtub.
Doc: That's why after I've been out playing, I always take a bath and put on clean clothes, so I smell nice again.
Peaches Pie: Now I know why all of a sudden no one wanted to play with me. How can I tell them it wasn't my fault?
Lambie: Um, excuse us, Doc. Peaches, we just wanted to tell you, we know that the smell was just coming from your clothes.
Chilly: And we hope we didn't hurt your feelings 'cause we, um, ended the dance a little early.
Stuffy: Come back and play with us again soon, will you?
Peaches Pie: Well, aren't you as sweet as pie? Of course, I want to play with you if you can help me, Doc.
Doc: I can. It's time for a good clean-up.
Peaches Pie: You mean a spa treatment? Well, that sounds positively scrumptious!
[Doc, Lambie and Hallie]
♪ We'll get you cleaned up ♪
♪ Whoo-ooo ♪
♪ We'll get you cleaned up ♪
♪ Whoo-ooo ♪
♪ If it rains at recess, your sneakers and sundress ♪
♪ Might smell less than new ♪
♪ Take pity on our noses ♪
♪ From your head to your toeses ♪
♪ Let's give that body a scrub ♪
♪ The very best way to get you smelling like a daisy ♪
♪ Is a soak in this bubbly... ♪
[Lambie and Hallie]
♪ Tuuub ♪
♪ A fluffy towel ♪
♪ Whoo-ooo ♪
[Lambie and Hallie]
♪ Whoo-ooo ♪
♪ Comb your hair and brush your teeth ♪
[Doc, Lambie and Hallie]
♪ Your clothes are neatly folded ♪
♪ Put them on and your completely peachy cleean ♪
♪ Perfectly, pristinely peachy clean ♪
Peaches Pie: Well, I feel peachy, but, Doc, please tell me, do I smell sweet again?
(Doc giggles)
Alma: Doc!
Emmie: Oh, Doc!
Doc: Quick, toys, go stuffed.
Stuffy: Stuffy is my name, going stuffed is my game!
Lambie: Stuffy, less talk, more stuffing.
Emmie: Hi, Doc. How's Peaches Pie?
Alma: Is she better, Doc?
Doc: Well, see for youself or maybe I should say smell for yourself.
(Emmie and Alma smelling)
Alma: Ooh, she smells all peachilicious again.
Doc: And now that the sun's out, we can play outside. I'll leave Peaches Pie in here to dry.
Emmie and Alma: Okay.
(Toys sniffing)
Stuffy: Peaches, they are right. You smell amazing.
(Stuffy smelling and trips over)
Stuffy: Uh, meant to do that.
Lambie: Yea! Peaches, will you please stay and play with us?
Peaches Pie: Well, I'll be plum delighted. And Doc, thank you ever so much. I feel great. I look great and I smell fruitin' tootin' fabulous! And that's nothing to sniff at.
Lambie: You know what, Peaches Pie? We all think you are peachy keen.
Chilly: Yeah.
Doc: Peaches.
(everyone laughs)