(instrumental version of LPS theme in background) Roger: Well, here we are.
Home, sweet new home.
Blythe: We're moving into a pet shop?
Roger: "Littlest Pet Shop." Huh. Didn't notice that before.
Whitney: I'm Whitney Biskit. Britney: And I'm, like, Britney Biskit.
Both: We're twins.
Blythe: What is happening to me?!
Animals are speaking and I can understand them!
Russell: Wait. Did you just say that you can understand us?
Sunil: (anxiously) Littlest Pet Shop is closing?!
Vinnie: If only there was someone who could help us out!
Someone who could understand and communicate with us!
Russell: I've got it! We need Blythe!
Blythe: Why me? Russell: You're the only person who actually understands us.
Blythe: (resigned) Okay, okay...I'll help.
Russell: You have to save the shop by tomorrow.
Blythe: What the-WHEN?!
(theme song begins) Blythe: You think about all the things that you love to do
They all come true
You find a place you never knew where you're happy to
Blythe: Just be you Chorus: We can be [Yeah!]
Who we wanna be [Yeah!]
At Littlest Pet Shop, you and me
We can be [Yeah!]
Who we wanna be [Yeah!]
At Littlest Pet Shop, you and me
(peppy transitional cue) Roger: Hurry, Blythe! If I'm late for my flight, they'll leave without me!
...Which would be bad, 'cause I'm the captain!
(pets clamoring)
(Roger honks horn) Roger: Come on, Blythe! Let's go!
Roger: What's that racket?! Blythe: (deflecting) Uh...just some construction!
Y'know, big-city stuff... (nervous chuckle)
(pets clamoring)
Blythe: Nothin' to see! Roger: Whoa! (stomps gas, tires screech)
(tires screeching) Yellow car driver: Hey! Watch where you're driving, buddy!
Blythe: (sighs) A new adventure, right, Dad? Roger: (encouraging) That's right, Blythie.
Roger: You know you love an adventure. Blythe: And I love you, too. (smooches cheek)
But I wish you wouldn't call me "Blythie." I'm too old for that.
Roger: You'll always be my little girl.
(car door shuts)
Mr. Biskit: Goodbye, girls. Try not to get expelled today, hm?
Whitney: Okay, Dad. Britney: We'll, like, try.
(limo accelerates off)
Russell: Okay. Who has an idea of how Blythe can help us save Littlest Pet Shop?
Zoe: The only thing to do is hold a benefit show with lots of great singers!
Like ME!
(pop tune plays) (singing) Yeah, yeah, come and save the Littlest Pet Shop
Yeah, yeah, yeah The Littlest Pet Shop, Littlest Pet Shop-
Zoe: (song cutting out) HEY! Pepper: Uh, a comedy show is clearly the thing that's gonna pack 'em in.
And, of course, I'll be the headliner. Why did the rubber chicken cross the road?
'Cause he wanted to stretch his legs! (chuckling)
Vinnie: Two words for you: "Dance-a-thon."
(upbeat polka tune)
(Vinnie grunts and crashes into ground)
Vinnie: One word for you: "Ow..."
Sunil: Maybe Blythe can make Mrs. Twombly's problems disappear!
(poof, Sunil hacks and wheezes)
Russell: (exasperated) Just once, can I get some input that didn't involve
each of you taking the opportunity to show off?!
(pets clamoring for attention)
(Russell sighs, paint splatters)
(Minka giggles)
Blythe: (frustrated) What am I?! Locker-challenged?!
Why won't this thing open?!
(locker door clanging)
Boy: Hey, there! Having trouble?
Blythe: I've tried, like, five times, but I can't seem to get my locker open.
Boy: (chuckling) I had the same locker last year. There's a trick to it. Mind if I try?
Blythe: Here's the combination.
Boy: I'm Jasper Jones, by the way. Red-haired girl: I'm Sue Patterson.
Black-haired girl: And I'm Youngmee Song.
Blythe: Hi. I'm Blythe Baxter.
Sue: Are you new here? Blythe: Yeah, new in school, new in town.
Sue: Huh. Where do you live? (locker door slams open, Jasper crashes into wall)
Blythe: On Oak Street. Our building has a crazy pet shop on the ground floor.
Jasper: You mean "Littlest Pet Shop?!" I LOVE that place!
Blythe: Too bad you didn't love it a little more, because it's closing.
Sue: Oh, yeah. I heard that since Largest Ever Pet Shop opened,
it's stolen a lot of business away from Littlest.
Blythe: Really? Jasper: Well, Mrs. Twombly just can't keep up.
Youngmee: So sad... Sue: You know what's REALLY sad?
Largest Ever is owned by Fisher Biskit, father of the unofficial official mean girls of the school.
Jasper: The Biskit Twins...(shudders)
Youngmee: (imitating Valley Girl accent) "Like, Whitney." Sue: (same accent) "And, like, Britney."
Blythe: (same accent) We've, like, met.
(girls giggling)
Sue: Hey, would you like to eat lunch at our table?
Blythe: Yeah, sure!
Youngmee: Too much pepper...not enough bay seasoning...soggy bun...
Oh, how is it legal to call this a "fish sandwich?!"
Jasper: (garbled chuckling, talking with mouth full) It's funny 'cause it's true!
Right, Blythe?
Blythe: (distracted) Uh, what? Oh. Sorry, Jasper. My mind wandered back to the Littlest Pet Shop.
See, I promised Russell I would help save it from closing, but...
I'm not sure how.
Jasper: (suggestively) Who's Russell? Blythe: (hastily) Oh, uh, short guy, spiky hair.
NOT a porcupine.
Blythe: HEY! Whitney: Hello, Blythe.
You're, like, always carrying this around, aren't you?
You must really want people to see your designs.
Britney: Yeah, otherwise, she wouldn't, like, carry it around.
Whitney: Check it out, Brit.
Britney: Oh. Whitney: Ew.
Whitney: Yuck. Britney: Gross.
Whitney: Barf. Britney: Ew.
Britney: "Blythe Style?!" More like "Bleh Style!"
So, Blythe, even though your little drawings aren't that great,
if you wanna sit at OUR lunch table, we'll allow it.
Blythe: Um, that's tempting, but I'm sitting with my new friends for lunch.
(smugly) So, no thanks.
Whitney: (appalled) Did she just say, "No," to us...AGAIN?!
Britney: UGH! She DID!
Whitney: (venomous) Listen, "Buh-lythe," by saying, "No," to us-
Britney: Like, AGAIN! Whitney: -You just got on our VERY bad side.
Britney: And we heard what you said about Littlest Pet Shop,
and you'd better just stick to designing your little clothes.
Whitney: Yeah, because there's nothing YOU can do to save it.
Jasper: Ooh, okay, it's officially official.
Those girls are mean.
Blythe: (optimistic) No doubt, Jasper, but those mean Biskits
just gave me a great idea of how to save Littlest Pet Shop!
(chipper BGM, pets making animal noises)
(door shuts)
Mrs. Twombly: (amused snort) SUCKERS!
(sinister cackling)
(cage slams into floor, pets gasp)
(Vinnie screams)
(pets gasp)
(Biskit twins cackling)
(pet shop façade collapses, peal of thunder)
(pets screaming)
(door opens and shuts)
(pets chattering) Pepper: Quiet, everybody!
Something's going on up front with Blythe and Mrs. Twombly!
Minka: Wow! Blythe looks REALLY excited about something! (giggles) I wish I could hear what they're saying...
Zoe: (boastfully) I can hear the mailman coming from three blocks away.
(antenna tuning static) Blythe: -Twombly, I've got a surefire idea for saving Littlest Pet Shop.
Zoe: Ah, good! Blythe said that she's sure to set fire to the pet shop!
Others: Huh?
Zoe: ...Wait, that can't be right. Shh.
(imitating Twombly) "You have a way to save MY shop from going out of business?"
(imitating Blythe) "I know it sounds kind of crazy, and I'm just a kid, but-"
(Twombly) "I was just a kid, once. Tell me your idea."
(Blythe) "Well, you see, I love designing clothes,
but I never thought of designing them for pets."
(Twombly) "Oh, pet clothes are SO popular! Go on."
(Blythe) "I never thought of designing pet clothes until today!
But I was thinking, if we put on a fashion show and get all the daycare pets to model my designs-"
(Twombly) "A fashion show?" (Blythe) "People would come for the show,
see the shop, and remember how much they love it!"
(Twombly) "I love it, too!" (Blythe) "And this would be the only place in town where they could buy the clothes!"
(Twombly) "These are adorable, Blythe!"
(Blythe) "I think it could work, Mrs. Twombly! At least, it's worth a try."
Mrs. Twombly: Let's do it!
(pets chattering excitedly)
Oh, look at them. It's like they knew what we were talking about.
(pets chattering) Blythe: (giggles) Guys...! Thanks!
(poppy montage BGM)
(fabric unfurling and rolling) (poppy montage BGM)
(fashion show music)
(Vinnie screaming) (fashion show music)
(pets yelp)
(crash)
(pets laughing)
(transitional cue)
(scooter puttering)
Whitney: "Pet Fashion Show to Save Littlest Pet Shop from Closing?!"
Britney: "Blythe Style?!"
(genially) This is a really good idea!
Whitney: (sarcastically) Uh, yeah. And we've gotta do something to ruin it.
Britney: Oh, right. And humiliate Blythe, like, for good.
(paper rips)
(audience chattering)
Mrs. Twombly: (gasps) Oh, my! That's some crowd out there...
Blythe! Those flyers of yours sure did the trick!
You must have used some extra-fancy paper stock!
Blythe: 100-pound gloss text, Mrs. Twombly. It's softer than most paper stocks,
but thick enough to impress customers.
Mrs. Twombly: (overwhelmed) Oh...well...! Good to know...
Jasper: Blythe, you're a genius! But... How are you gonna come up with all the money?
Blythe: Uh, what money?
Jasper: All THIS money.
Blythe: "Come get free money?!"
What the-WHAT?! Mrs. Twombly, I have NO idea how this happened.
Who could've put this on all our flyers?!
It just seems so mean.
(epiphany) Oh, no...
Guy in white shirt: I'm sure this fashion show will be great, but...mostly I came for the free money. Guy #2: Yeah.
Britney: Look at this crowd, Whitney. That was a REALLY good idea to write "free money"
on all those flyers around town.
Whitney: Well, we needed to be sure there'd be plenty of people here to see Blythe get TOTALLY humiliated.
Britney: (confused) Okay, but...could you remind me of something?
Why are we dressed like icky cats?
Whitney: (annoyed) We're undercover, so we need to blend in with the other pets around here.
REMEMBER?
Britney: Oh, yeah! ...And why do we have a bucket of chocolate icing and a bucket of kitty litter?
Whitney: (exasperated) Because, (emphasizing) Buh-ritney, we're going to climb up to the catwalks,
and then at just the right moment, dump the icing and kitty litter all over Blythe and those pets of hers.
Britney: Oh yeah, embarrassing Blythe and ruining the fashion show.
(Biskit twin caricatures cackling)
(dreamily) Whitney, you're so smart.
Whitney: I know.
...Uh-oh, here comes somebody. Quick!
Britney: (in usual accent) Meow. Like, meow.
(dog sniffs, gags)
(both cackling)
(crowd chanting "Money! Money!")
Mrs. Twombly: Oh, dear! I've only got a buck seventy-four!
We're gonna need a lot more money to keep this crowd at bay.
Blythe: Okay. I'll just have to go out there and let them know there's been a terrible mistake.
Mrs. Twombly: Oh, don't be silly, dear. I'll do it. They can't be too angry.
After all, they're about to see the most amazing fashion show ever.
(door shuts, Blythe sighs)
Blythe: This was the last thing I needed.
I'm already so nervous.
Jasper: What?! Naw, you're gonna be great.
(Sue and Youngmee cheering) Blythe: Thanks, you guys.
I thought I was gonna have to rely on the pets to talk me down.
Jasper: "Rely on the pets to talk...?"
Blythe: (stammering) What?! Uh, uh...well, when I say "talk," I mean in their little
animal language, you know. (chuckles nervously)
(mimics animal noises)
Jasper: The pressure is really getting to her...!
Blythe: Oh, those pets! They're just so cute and NONverbal! (chuckles nervously)
(door opens) Blythe; Now, you three get out of here.
I have a fashion show to put on.
(door shuts)
(crowd chanting "Money! Money!")
Mrs. Twombly: (amplified) Thank you for coming.
I have some good news and some bad news.
The bad news is there is no free money.
(audience groans)
White shirt guy: WHAT?! I should've known this was a put-on. I'm goin' home to watch my stories.
(crowd grumbling)
Mrs. Twombly: But the good news is, the first-ever Littlest Pet Shop Pet Fashion Show
is about to begin!
So, now, without further ado, I'd like to introduce "Blythe Style," sold exclusively here at Littlest Pet Shop!
Blythe: Okay, everyone. You're all gonna do great.
Just remember, be yourselves.
Russell: Take your places, everyone! This is it!
(drumroll)
Blythe: Break a leg, everyone!
Sunil: Why would Blythe want us to break a leg? That makes me worried.
(fashion show music)
(crowd chattering excitedly)
(dog barking)
(crowd cheering and applauding throughout)
(people laughing)
(music and cheering continue)
(buckets clattering against scaffolding)
(BGM: Michael Jackson's "Thriller" parody)
(glove and collar snap, crowd ooh and ahh)
(audience member faints)
(music continuing)
(umbrella snaps shut)
(crowd cheering)
(Biskit twins laughing, barely audible)
(spotlights turn on, music intensifies)
(crowd cheering)
Mrs. Twombly: Oh, my, Blythe!
You're the bee's knees! And your designs are a big hit, too!
You need to go out and take a bow.
Blythe: Okay, I think I will!
Britney: (groans) Whitney, I'm getting bored.
Can we, like, dump this stuff now?
Whitney: (exasperated) In a SECOND, Britney! It's gotta be at just the right moment.
(crowd cheers)
Whitney: Okay, Britney! Let's do it! Britney: This'll teach Blythe to say, "No," to US!
Russell: Oh, no!
(Russell screeching on catwalk)
(SFX: approaching engine revving)
(Russell ululating) Britney: (shrieks) A PORCUPINE!
(both screaming)
Russell: I'M A HEDGEHOG!
(twins screaming)
(both stop screaming)
Britney: (sighs) Like, phew.
Whitney: Yeah. THAT was a close one.
(buckets splatter contents onto twins, audience laughs)
(twins wailing)
(dogs barking)
(crowd cheering)
(customers overlapping compliments)
Mrs. Twombly: You did it, Blythe! You saved Littlest Pet Shop!
Mrs. Twombly: But... Blythe: What is it, Mrs. Twombly?
Mrs. Twombly: All these sales! The only way I'll be able to keep up is if YOU come to work for me!
Blythe: (excited) Really, Mrs. Twombly? I'd LOVE to work here!
Did you guys hear that?! Sounds like you're gonna be seeing a lot more of me around here!
(animals cheering)
Russell: I'm sure glad you moved in, Blythe. 'Cause if it was anyone else-
Vinnie: They probably wouldn't have been able to fit in the dumbwaiter.
Sunil: (chuckles) This is true.
Blythe: (giggles) Well, I'm glad I fit, and I'm glad my dad found this place.
But I'm most glad to have met you guys.
Penny: Aww...GROUP HUG!
(all murmuring affectionately)
Sunil: That smells...(sniffs) (mellow) Niiiice.
Pepper MUST be happy.
(all laughing)
Man: Excuse me. Blythe: Yes?
Man: Did I just see you talking to your pets?
Blythe: Why, yes! Yes, you did. Don't you talk to yours?
(dog whimpers)
Man: All the time.
(baby talk) I do talk to you, yes I do. I talk to you all the time! (gibberish)
Dog: Again with the baby talk?! I'm 27 years old!
Blythe: (voice-over) I have to admit, this turned out to be one pretty big adventure.
And I made some new friends in the unlikeliest of places:
Littlest Pet Shop.
Roger: Did I miss something...?
(ending theme: Littlest Pet Shop theme instrumental)
We can be [Yeah!] Who we wanna be [Yeah!]
At Littlest Pet Shop, you and me