(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(ALARM CLOCK RINGS)
(SLURPING)
(LIGHTSABERS BUZZ)
(EXPLOSION)
(DRUMMING)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey, beat it, kid, this is my fantasy.
I love you.
Dad, I got to talk to you about my drum set.
You don't have a drum set.
Exactly. But I've figured out a way to solve this problem.
And that would be?
I'm going to let you buy them for me.
Louis, let me show you something.
Remember these skis?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember them. I wasn't much of a snow person.
Or this scooter?
Or this suit of armor?
And this churro machine?
Right. Huh.
I'm picking up what you're putting down.
So, you're saying...
a drum set would be a wonderful addition to my family of things.
No drums, Louis.
There's too much of your junk down here already.
What?
Steve, not all of this junk belongs to Louis.
What are you talking about?
Well, don't you remember when you joined that Gizmo-Of-The-Month Club?
Yeah.
Here is your electric back scratcher
your shrink-wrapper
and, of course, we can't forget your atomic fat-buster.
Oh, yes, right next to your inflatable foot spa
and your solar hairdryer.
Well, at least I don't have a Dalmatian collection.
Hey!
Those spots are adorable.
LOUIS: Guys, guys, guys, stop.
Now, we've all made mistakes and I'm not pointing any fingers.
But the question is
how do we turn all these mistakes in here... all this...
into cold, hard cash?
Now, folks, I'm thinking about a yard sale.
-That's not a bad idea, Louis. -LOUIS: No.
All right, I'll make you a deal. You're in charge.
You do the advertising, the organizing, everything.
Then if you make enough money, you can buy your drum set.
-Deal. -Deal.
How much... do you think we could get for this hat?
Why am I so nervous?
Maybe it's because you have a study date with Scott Brooks in ten minutes.
No, it's not a date. I don't even know if he likes me.
Anyway, what's the deal with him and Sandy Smithers?
That's why I'm here, to get the dirt.
But first, let's make this room boy friendly.
We'll start with the lighting.
Lighting?
(LAUGHS)
Cool.
A little fragrance.
-(SNEEZES) -(COUGHS)
Less is more, Ruby.
-What else can we do? -Guys love snacks.
Snacks? I don't have any snacks.
Relax.
Oh... you! You are good.
Hey, there, Ren! Hey, it's yard sale time!
-So, grab your box. Come downstairs. -No. You know that I can't help you today.
Oh, right, right, you got that big date with Scott Brooks.
It's not a date.
We're studying for a test.
Yeah, whatever. Contributions?
No, I put my box downstairs already.
All right, then.
So annoying.
(SIGHS) Ren, what about Mr. Pookie?
What about Mr. Pookie?
Definitely not boy friendly.
Oh... Come on. I have nothing to be ashamed of.
(CHILDISH VOICE) Do I, Mr. Pookie? No, I don't.
Okay. You're going to have to lay low for a while.
His little chair.
Bye.
(SIGHS)
DONNIE: Vroom, vroom! Whoosh!
(DONNIE LAUGHS)
DONNIE: Vroom! Vroom! Whoosh!
Donnie, what are you doing?
I used to love playing with these things when I was a kid.
Look, this one... it's got a horn.
(HONKING)
Hey, why don't you take those
down to the yard sale, where they belong?
Look, don't be so uptight, Ren, just because you have a date.
It is not a date!
October 37 is not a date!
What are you thinking?! Hey, Scott. Come on in.
-Hey. -(REN CHUCKLES)
Cool room.
-Thanks. -Thanks.
Go.
Cookie?
Whoa, don't mind me, laundry patrol.
You must be Ren's study date, huh?
Uh, Dad, uh, laundry... it's in the closet.
Right. Pretend I'm not here.
See you later.
Hmm. Bye.
(SCREAMS)
Nice, Donnie! Nice, dude!
Turning your cherished memories into cold, hard cash. I like that.
Yep, I'm going to clean up.
(SNIFFING)
-Who wouldn't want these babies, huh? -I would.
I was wearing them when I scored the winning touchdown
against Lodi at the State Finals.
It was third and long.
I took the snap and...
Lou?
It was a good game.
There you go.
Ooh.
Ren is selling Mr. Pookie?
Yeah, it was in her box, right?
Guess everybody's getting into the spirit.
-Okay. -Out with the old, in with the new.
Just put them down. Just put them down.
Forget about them.
Hey, look, you guys both use blue-ink pens instead of black.
Sometimes I use black.
Me, too.
Wow, you guys sure do have a lot in common.
(WHISPERING) He is so cute.
(WHISPERING) I know.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Ladies and gentlemen, with the Incredible Inflatable Foot Spa
you can have an amazing foot soak anywhere, anytime.
But I work in an office.
How could I possibly soak my feet in a corporate environment?
I'm glad you asked me that, little lady
because the Amazing Inflatable Foot Spa is so compact
you can give your feet an oasis in any places.
And it's only ten dollars?
Why, that's crazy talk!
I'll tell you what's even crazier:
Act now, and I'll throw in
this free Dalmatian oven mitt absolutely free.
-MAN: I'll take it. -Ah, young man, you won't be sorry.
Mrs. Dutton, listen, if you buy this vomit and you put it out at your next book club
I guarantee big laughs. I guarantee it.
I'm telling you, it works. Two dollars. There you go.
All right. Have a good day. Exit's over there.
No, you don't understand.
If I washed these tights
then it would've lowered the value.
What?!
(WHISPERING)
So, Scott, what's the deal with you and Sandy Smithers?
We broke up two weeks ago.
Ow!
Uh, that's got to hurt.
I guess.
Mrs. Goodman, come on, you've been holding the leg warmers since forever.
How about this? How about I throw in...
the Flashdance T-shirt and matching headband? Come on!
-Okay. -Yeah, nice!
There you go.
Thank you, Mrs. Goodman.
Have a good day.
How much for the pigeon plate?
Beans, it's a rooster!
Now beat it, Beans.
Hey, I'm a serious customer.
I'll give you 50 cents.
I'm not taking less than a dollar.
Final offer: 75 cents.
Fine!
You beat me down, Bean. Just take the plate.
Sucker.
Well, I got to go.
Thanks for helping me and stuff.
Sure.
-It was Ren's pleasure. -Bye.
(SHRIEKING) He's so cute!
One more for the road.
(LAUGHING GIDDILY)
Oh!
Hey, dude, knee pads from the Gilroy game
going really cheap, man.
Uh, no, thanks.
(SIGHS)
(CAR SPUTTERING)
(CAR BACKFIRES)
You guys got any Dalmatian stuff?
Sorry, Coach, all sold out.
Darn, I just had to have that second stack of pancakes.
-Donnie! -Hey, Coach Tugnut.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Aren't those the cleats you wore against Lodi?
Yep.
I'll never forget that game.
Your baseball helmet, your football
your novelty basketball lamp?
And all of it autographed!
This is the sale of the century!
Yeah, that's what I thought. But no one bought anything.
Well, I'll take it all.
-All of it? -Yeah. This stuff is priceless.
I'll give you 42 bucks and...
37 cents.
Awesome! Yeah.
Well, it's official.
He's available, and he definitely likes you.
How can you tell? He hardly said a word.
It's only so obvious. He came back for an extra cookie.
And when he said, "One for the road" he looked right at you.
Really?
I'm so happy for you.
All right. See ya. Bye. Call ya.
(SIGHS)
Mr. Pookie?
I cannot believe that we sold everything!
We sure did.
Louis, where are your pants?!
I sold them for six bucks.
It was a very good day.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD CHANTING) Louis! Louis! Louis! Louis!
Louis! Louis! Louis! Louis! Louis!
REN: Louis? Louis?
-Louis! -Yeah?
Have you seen Mr. Pookie?
Pookie, right. Didn't you put him in your yard sale box?
No. Why would I do that?
He's part of the family.
Right.
Humm! Honey, honey.
Yeah?
Ren, honey, do you remember your parakeet, Fifi?
Do you remember when she flew out that window
and we said to you, don't worry
maybe someday she'd fly back home?
Uh-huh.
This is nothing like that.
Mr. Pookie's been sold.
He's never coming back.
Mr. Pookie's gone?
(KNOCKING) Come in.
Hi, honey.
Ren, I feel so terrible about Mr. Pookie.
Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm realizing it's time to move on.
Besides, stuffed animals are sort of childish.
Oh, okay.
Guess my little girl's growing up, huh?
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello.
Ren, I've got some not-so-good news.
Scott's back with Sandy.
Oh, this is just too perfect.
Apparently, she IM'd him, like, a hundred times
until he agreed to get back together.
I'm really sorry, Ren.
No. Me, too.
Grab Mr. Pookie. You'll get through this.
-Okay. Bye. -Okay, bye.
Mr. Pookie.
♪ I always remember ♪
♪ How you knew just what I'm going through ♪
♪ Me and you ♪
♪ 'Cause you would always be my friend ♪
♪ All the times together ♪
♪ Some were happy Some were kind of blue ♪
♪ Sad and blue ♪
♪ But one thing we both knew ♪
♪ Forever you would always be my friend ♪
♪ I don't know just what The world would mean... ♪
(RECORD SCRATCHES)
(SNORING)
How could you sell Mr. Pookie?
Ren, I'm a growing boy. I need my sleep.
You're going to grow a lump on your head
if you don't tell me what happened to my Pookie.
Ren, relax, Mommy and Daddy will buy a new one tomorrow.
They don't make Mr. Pookies anymore. This is your fault.
If you weren't so obsessed with your stupid drum set!
Wait a second. My fault?
I didn't put the stinky sock monkey in the box
in the first place, Ren!
Now, leave me alone so I can sleep!
You sold him. Who'd you sell him, too?
I had a million customers today.
I want you to think. Think!
-Hey! -Stop it! Stop!
-Think! -STEVE: What's going on here?
She's snapping at me, Dad!
What?!
Mom, Dad, I know I said that I was grown-up but...
I'm not and I... (CRYING) miss Mr. Pookie and I want him back.
EILEEN: Oh, sweetheart, come here.
We all miss Mr. Pookie.
Yeah.
-(SOBBING) -Ren, I promise
this family will do whatever it takes to get Mr. Pookie back.
Isn't that right, Louis?
(SNORING)
Louis?
(AIRPLANE DRONING)
(SIGHS)
Okay...
-(PHONE RINGS) -EILEEN: Hello?
Pookie...
Oh, sorry.
Really, really sorry.
Hey, you know what, take care of that animal.
Make sure he's never out of your sight, ever.
You okay, son?
You know, this whole Pookie thing
just makes me realize how much I miss my sports stuff.
-Hmm. -Any luck?
Sorry, Ren.
Ren, check this out. Come here. Come here.
Look.
Four. Here we go. Look.
ANNOUNCER: He's hip, he's cool, he's the baddest dude in town.
He's the new "Hip-Hop" Mr. Pookie.
And now he talks.
MR. POOKIE: One time for your mind!
Keeping it real.
Hip-hop you don't stop.
Look. See?
He's street, yet cuddly, Ren. All your problems are solved.
Louis...
you just don't get it.
I don't get what?
-Hey, Coach. -Hello, Donnie.
-(CAR SPUTTERING) -(BACKFIRES)
Hey, that's my stuff!
Yes, Donnie.
I'm bringing back your beautiful sports treasures.
I can't keep them. It wouldn't be right.
These are your memories.
-Someday when you're old... -Like you?
-Uh, yeah, like... like me. -Oh.
Well, you're going to want to look back
on your triumphant career and wallow in nostalgia.
You hold onto your mementos, son.
Soon, they'll be all you have left.
Wow, Coach, you really are a sentimental kind of guy.
Yeah, I wanted to set up a little shrine to your accomplishments
but the missus said there's no room for any more junk in the trailer, so...
Thanks. This means a lot to me.
Oh... well.
Hey, listen, uh, I'm going to need my money back.
I, uh, can't come home without it.
Uh, what about my 37 cents?
$50, hundred, 200 bucks.
Hey, Smitty, after you finish unloading that stuff
pack up the skins. I think I found 'em a nice home.
LOUIS: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Is that a... is that a Mr. Pookie doll up there?
Yep. Just came in yesterday.
Yeah, let me see that.
It's missing an eye.
That's Ren's stupid old sock puppet.
Listen, I'll tell you what.
Um, I got two bucks left.
-How about you throw it in with the drums? -(LAUGHING) Two bucks?
Kid, this is an original Mr. Pookie.
They don't make these anymore.
Do you know how much this baby is worth, huh?
(SQUEALING)
Ren, are you okay?
It's Mr. Pookie, he's back.
Oh, ho! I can't believe he found his way home.
Honey, where did you find him?
He was in my bed.
Well, there must be some explanation.
Off to do another good deed, are we?
What are you talking about?
I saw the tag from Gus's pawnshop.
I know you found Mr. Pookie.
Yeah, well, he was looking a little homesick, all right?
Why didn't you tell me you bought him?
'Cause you know how you get. You get all...
you get all mushy and jumpy and huggy
and screaming and kissing. Just horrible.
Zip it. Point taken.
Ren, what am I supposed to do with the drumsticks?
Ren?
Ren? Ren?
ALL: Surprise!
No way. No way...
-Yeah! -Woo!
(SQUEALING)
Thank you so much!
Thanks for not getting mushy.
Oh...
Oh!
(LOUD, UNRHYTHMIC DRUMMING)
Upstairs!
(TV PLAYING, CHANNELS CHANGING
Young man, this is an amazing piece.
Can you tell us where you got it?
I got it at a yard sale for 75 cents.
Did you know this plate dates to the 18th century?
I just like bird plates.
Well, this is a rare and beautiful piece.
What do you think it's worth?
85 cents?
How about $8,500?
Who's the sucker now, Louis?
(YELLING)