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Theme song
Emmie and Alma's mom: Oh, hi, Doc.
Doc: Hi. What are you guys doing?
Alma: We're having a yard sale. We're getting rid of a bunch of old stuff we don't need anymore.
Emmie and Alma's mom: Alma, let's take one more look in the closets, see if we missed anything.
Alma: Gotta go. Bye, Doc. Oh, you can look at what we're selling. If you see anything you want, you can totally have it.
Doc: Thanks.
[Stethoscope goes off]
Lambie: Hi, Doc.
Stuffy: Hey, Doc.
Doc: Hi, guys.
Lambie: Oh. What is all this stuff?
Stuffy: Yeah. It almost looks like it's a yard sale. Wait. It is a yard sale!
Lambie: Where kids sell the toys they don't want anymore? Doc, you're not gonna...
Doc: No, no. I'm not selling you. It's Emmie and Alma's yard sale.
Stuffy: Whew. Well, in that case, we should totally get this wall-mounted singing turtle. It rocks!
Turtle: ♪ Well, I'm a rockin' Turtle, that's what I am ♪ Thank you.
Doc: Yeah. I don't think so.
Pickles: [Muffled] Hello?
Lambie: Did you hear that?
Pickles: [Muffled] Hello.
Doc: I think there's a toy calling us.
Pickles: [Muffled] Hello?
Lambie: Oh, uh, this one!
Stuffy: Well, I'm going in after her. Aah! Oh. Found her.
Doc: [Chuckles] Hi. I'm Doc McStuffins, and this is Lambie, and you've met Stuffy.
Pickles: Nice to meet you. My name is Pickles.
Lambie: Hi, Pickles.
Stuffy: Pickles? Isn't that a funny name for a bunny?
Pickles: Yeah, but Alma loved pickles when she was little. That's when she got me. So she called me Pickles 'cause she loved me, too.
Doc: We know Alma.
Pickles: You do? Oh, don't you just love her? I do. She's my gal.
[Doc giggles]
Pickles: What is this place? [Gasp] Is this a yard sale?
Doc: It is, but don't worry.
Pickles: Don't worry? I'm in a yard sale. They're...getting rid of me! This is the only home I've ever had. I don't want to leave it. I love Alma, and I thought she loved me.
Doc: I'm sure she loves you.
Pickles: I thought she'd keep me forever. Now she's just tossing me away?
Stuffy: Oh, why would she do that?
Pickles: I don't know. I guess there must be something wrong with me.
Lambie: Oh, that's the saddest thing I ever heard. I'm not sure who needs this cuddle more, you or me.
Stuffy: I think it's me. [Crying]
Doc: Pickles, why don't you come back to my clinic, and I'll give you a checkup. See if I can find anything wrong with you.
Pickles: That's OK, Doc. If Alma doesn't want me anymore, I'll just pack up a few things and be on my way.
Stuffy: But who's gonna take care of you?
Pickles: I'll take care of myself. That way, no kid will ever break my heart again. Oh, I'm gonna miss her.
Doc: Why don't you come stay with us? I'd love to have you as a toy.
Pickles: Thanks, Doc, but I was loved, and look where it got me. I ended up in a cardboard box with a tag that says I'm for sell for...
Stuffy: 25 cents.
Pickles: 25 cents?! That all? Uh! Nice to meet you. Bye-bye.
Doc: Pickles, come back!
Lambie: Maybe we should talk to her, stuffed animal to stuffed animal.
Doc: Sounds like a good idea. I'm counting on you guys to bring her to the clinic. I'll be waiting.
Stuffy: You can trust us to do the job, Doc. Come on, Lambie. Ay ay!
[Doc giggles]
Lambie: I realize it's hard to trust a dragon with a can on his head, but we'll bring Pickles back, no matter what.
Doc: Thanks, Lambie.
Stuffy: [Chuckles] Sorry.
Doc: You, too, Stuffy.
Stuffy: Pickles!
Lambie: Pickles, wait!
Stuffy: Pickles!
Lambie: Pickles, wait! We want to talk to you.
Pickles: [Grunting] Oh, come on.
Stuffy: (trying to help Pickles climb the fence) Here. Let me give you a hand...and a tail.
Lambie: (angrily) Stuffy, we don't want her to climb the fence, remember?
Stuffy: Oh, yeah. (drops Pickles down)
Pickles: Oof.
Stuffy: Oops. Sorry, Pickles.
Pickles: It's OK, but you can't change my mind. I'm heading off on my own.
Lambie: Oh, Pickles, you need friends right now, and Doc--she's the greatest friend of all.
Pickles: But what if she finds out there's something wrong with me, then she gets rid of me, just like Alma did?
Lambie: Doc would never do that.
Stuffy: She loves us no matter what. That's what good friends do.
Lambie: Doc will love you, too. Come back with us.
Pickles: You guys would take me in?
Lambie: You bet we would.
Lambie: Hallie--
Hallie: Hi!
Lambie: This is Pickles.
Hallie: Pickles, Doc was telling me all about you. You sure look like you've seen a lot of love in your day.
Pickles: It's true. I have.
Hallie: Doc, there's someone here to see you.
Chilly: Ah, thanks, Doc. I should have known I couldn't get the chicken pox. Only chickens get that. Oh, hi. I'm Chilly.
Doc: This is Pickles. She's Alma's toy.
Lambie: Alma put her in a... [Whispering] Yard sale.
Hallie: How could anyone sell such a lovely love as you?
Pickles: Because there's something wrong with me. I just don't know what it is.
Doc: That's why we're going to do a checkup. Come on.
Hallie: Heartbeat?
[Lub-dub, lub-dub]
Doc: Strong.
Hallie: Stuffing.
[Pickles giggles]
Doc: Seems full.
Hallie: Eyes.
Doc: Clear.
Hallie: Nose?
Doc: Her nose! That's it!
Pickles: What's wrong with my nose?
Doc: You don't have one.
Pickles: [Gasp] It's gone! Oh, toys that are missing parts are always the first ones to end up in a yard sale. That must be why Alma got rid of me.
Doc: I know Alma, and I know how much she loves her toys. I just don't think she'd get rid of you because of something like a missing nose. I know I wouldn't.
Stuffy: That's good to hear.
Doc: But let's give you a new nose anyway. What did it look like?
Pickles: Well, it was plastic and blue and in the shape of a triangle.
Doc: Great. Now I know what I'm looking for. Hallie, I need my box of toy spare parts.
Hallie: Way ahead of you, Doc.
Doc: Let's see. Pickles, I'm sorry. I don't have any plastic noses right now, but what about a button?
Chilly: Oh, buttons are great. I got two of them.
Lambie: I think a button would look baa-aaeautiful.
Pickles: If you think so.
Doc: I only have one button, and it's green.
Pickles: But what if she doesn't love me when I have a green nose?
Doc: Oh, Pickles, she doesn't love you because of how you look on the outside. She loves you because of who you are on the inside.
♪ It doesn't matter what you say or do ♪
♪ It doesn't matter if your eyes are brown or blue ♪
[Doc, Stuffy and Lambie]
♪ She's gonna love you ♪
♪ Because ♪
♪ You're you ♪
♪ She won't recognize the nose on my face ♪
[Doc, Stuffy and Lambie]
♪ But she'd know that sweet smile anyplace ♪
♪ She's gonna love you ♪
♪ Because ♪
♪ You're you ♪
♪ All the love and memories ♪
♪ I'd be so sad if she forgot about me ♪
♪ It doesn't matter if your fur's worn down ♪
♪ And even if your nose is a button now ♪
[Doc, Stuffy and Lambie]
♪ She's gonna love you ♪
♪ Because ♪
♪ You're you ♪
Pickles: I guess if Alma loves me, it won't matter what color my nose is.
Doc: Good. Let's put it on. Hallie, button nose, please.
Hallie: One cute-as-a-cottontail button nose coming right up.
Doc: There. You look cute as a button.
Stuffy: And that is pretty cute.
Lambie: Take a look.
Pickles: I look so...different. What if Alma doesn't recognize me?
Doc: Alma loves you. No matter what color nose you have.
Pickles: OK. I'm ready to find out. And thanks. You guys helped me so much.
Doc: Come on. Let's go next door.
Alma: Hey, Doc.
Doc: Hi, Alma. I found something when I was going through your boxes.
Alma: Pickles! She's not supposed to be out here.
Doc: You weren't getting rid of her?
Alma: No! I love her. I'd never get rid of her.
Doc: That's what I thought.
Alma: Wait. How'd she get this nose?
Doc: Oh. I, uh, gave it to her. I saw she was missing her nose, and--
Alma: It is so cute! I love her green nose. Mom, mom, what's Pickles doing out here?
Emmie and Alma's mom: I don't know. She must have fallen in the box by accident. You found her just in time. The yard sale is about to start, and I'm gonna need your help.
Alma: OK. Doc, I don't want to take any chances with Pickles. Will you put her in my room so she's safe?
Doc: Yup. I'd love to.
[Stethoscope goes off]
Pickles: My room! Oh, I'm home!
Stuffy: Nice digs.
Lambie: It's baa-aaeautiful.
♪ I feel better, so much better ♪
♪ Thank you, Doc, for taking all the ouches away ♪
♪ I didn't feel so good ♪
♪ Till you fixed me like I knew that you would ♪
♪ And I feel better ♪
♪ So much better now ♪
Pickles: Doc, you were right. Alma would never get rid of me because of how I look. She loves me because of who I am.
Doc: That's how I feel about my toys.
Stuffy and Lambie: Aw.
Pickles: I'll just get snuggled up in my favorite spot and wait for Alma to come play with me.
Doc: If you ever need anything, you know who to call.
Lambie: Your friends.
Stuffy: That's us.
Doc: Bye!
Stuffy: Don't be a stranger!
[Pickles giggles]