All language subtitles for Dog.With.A.Blog.S03E20_English

Avery, that's
so beautiful.

Thank you.

I designed it for
tonight's big fashion show.

It's a huge opportunity
for me to promote my designs.

And no, you can't put on
my dress and play

tiny red-headed
Avery again,

'cause that was just weird.

Me, play dress-up?

Please. I'm nine.

I'm almost double-digits,
Avery.

Drink that in.

I have worked for weeks
on this dress.

It is perfect.

When I look at it,
I feel a sense of calm.

[shrieks]
She has a unibrow!

Oh, it's just
a piece of lint.

What is this, hon?

I didn't order anything.

Maybe it's my new
pirate grill.

It's like a regular grill,
but the ad really got me

when they said you could make
ham-barghh-ers.

Oh.

Salami, prosciutto,
summer sausage.

It's a deli basket.

But there's no card.

Oh, maybe one of
my patients has developed

a case of compulsive
gift-giving.

I'll cure him slowly.

We should take this basket
for a picnic.

I have the afternoon free since my
Pilates instructor tried to kill me.

Or maybe I got stuck
in the machine.

The point is, I'm not
allowed back there.

Has anyone seen
my dress?

Freddy, Gracie?

What are you guys up to?

We're playing tennis.

What's tennis, Avery?

Oh, no.

No. No, it can't be.

What has someone done
to my dress?

No!!

With no time to fix her dress
before the fashion show,

Avery had to withdraw.

So she put all her energy
into solving

the case of
the ruined dress.

Although, if it's
a mystery,

maybe I should blog like
a detective.

Murdered dress lay there

like a fog over
the Pasadena pier.

Pasadena doesn't
have a pier,

but that doesn't matter.

It's just another day
in the 'dena.

How could someone ruin
my beautiful dress?

The fabric's faded,
there are blue smudges,

and someone
painted over it.

Things like this aren't
supposed to happen in the 'dena.

And why did I just
call it the 'dena?

That's what happens
in the 'dena.

It changes you.

You start calling it
the 'dena.

One second, Avery.

Don't worry, kid.

Savannah Snoops,
kid detective,

star of the book series
Savannah Snoops, Kid Detective,

is on the case.

Chloe--

Just a second.
I have to play her in.

♪ Savannah Snoops
is on the case ♪

♪ She'll solve the crime
in front of your face ♪

♪ Savannah! ♪

Chloe, my dress was
really important to me,

and someone destroyed it.

This is serious.

I need to figure out
who did this.

It's pretty obvious
the puppies did it.

Case solved.

♪ Savannah Snoops
solved the crime ♪

♪ Let's have her back
some other time ♪

♪ Savannah! ♪

No, the puppies were
just as surprised as I was

when we dug up the dress.

Okay, Savannah's
back on the case.

I already got suspects.

Red pony, blue pony.

Green pony, pink pony.

And I also suspect
a dolphin,

but I can only
draw ponies,

so the dolphin's
gonna walk.

As much as I appreciate
your unintentional commentary

on the arbitrary nature
of our criminal justice system,

this is not helping.

Kid, I've solved
47 cases

in ten easy-to-read books.

I think I know
what I'm doing.

Look, our neighbors,
the Wallaces,

are having a picnic, too.

He's always
copying me, hon.

I got golf clubs,
he got golf clubs.

I married a gorgeous,
statuesque blonde,

he married a gorgeous,
statuesque blonde.

- You think she's pretty?
- What?

I don't notice
that sort of stuff.

Is that even a woman?

[both] Oh, hi.

Look at them
copying us.

We wave and they wave back.
When does it end?

We should have another
kid and see what they do.

So who's ready
for a picnic?

Where's our salami?

Our salami's gone.

The Wallaces
have a salami.

We had our backs to them
when we were at the drink cart.

They have gone from
copycatting to stealing.

I'm gonna go over
there and talk to them.

Hurry. I'm pre-salivating.

I don't wanna waste it.

Hey, Dean, June.

Wow, that is a nice-looking
salami you got there.

We had one just like that.

So maybe you could keep
your eyes out

for a salami that looks
exactly like that one.

Look, we're just over here

minding our own business,
like normal people do.

We're having another kid.
Your move.

Look out.
The remote's jammed.

Bennett, what are you doing?
Just move.

My legs are too scared
to move.

Oh, my hamstring.

If this keeps you out of
bike shorts this summer,

I will never
forgive them.

There's a break
in the case.

I can draw a dolphin.

All right, Chloe.

You follow that lead
as far as it takes you.

If I'm gonna figure out
who ruined the dress,

I need to think about
who had a motive.

And I know who that is.

I know it was you.

You were mad at me,
and you hated the dress.

That's why you
ruined it.

I would never do that.

Don't you remember
the argument we had earlier?

No, Avery, I don't remember

what I had for breakfast
this morning.

My burps
taste like pickle.

Could that be a clue?
I don't know,

but if you wanna
solve a mystery,

there's your mystery.

Tyler, I don't care about
what you had for breakfast,

except that it's
balanced and nutritious,

because it's the most
important meal of the day.

That is right, I can accuse
and educate at the same time.

This is about when you
got angry at me this morning.

You've been spending
so much time

on that stupid dress,
you didn't help me

fix my uniform
like you promised.

So I did have a pickle
for breakfast.

But that doesn't prove
I wrecked your dress.

You know what?
You're right.

Maybe I just
jumped to conclusions.

Just one more thing;
this probably isn't even important.

But was this shirt
always pink?

Yes, and you can't
prove otherwise.

Oh, really?

What about this selfie
on your Buddy Bop page?

This is the same shirt,
and it was white.

I said that selfies
would one day be my downfall.

It's a selfie-fulfilling
prophecy.

You put my dress
in the washing machine

to ruin it.
That's how it got faded.

Then the red from my dress
bled onto your white shirt,

turning it pink.

If my shirt got washed
with your dress,

someone else
must've done it.

The last time I saw your dress,
it was hanging in your closet.

I took a sewing kit
off of your dresser

to sew up my uniform.

And I did a pretty
darn good job.

Oh, that's where
the rest of my pickle went.

Wait. My sewing kit shouldn't
have been on my dresser.

I always keep it
in my closet.

Keeps me from
sleep-sewing.

It's very disconcerting
to wake up

in a nightgown sewn from
towels and toilet paper.

But this might be a clue
as to who destroyed my dress.

When I heard my sewing kit
was on my dresser,

I got suspicious,

because it had been
in my closet blocking my dress.

Someone who wanted
to destroy my dress

would've had to move
my sewing kit.

I don't see what that
has to do with me.

I'm innocent.
Just ask my lawyer.

He's from the law firm of
Monkey, Monkey, Monkey and Goat.

Goat just made partner.

[whispering] He married
Monkey's daughter.

Come clean, Stan.

There are bite marks
on my sewing kit.

Fine, but I only moved it

to get to the swim gear
in your closet.

You were too busy to take
the puppies to the beach

like you promised,
so I had to do it myself.

I got stung by
a jellyfish.

I peed on my sister.

Avery, you've been so busy
with your fashion,

you haven't had time
for me and my puppies.

I wish your fashion
never existed.

And there's your motive.

I need to speak to my lawyer.
Oh, no!

Whoever destroyed your dress
must've bumped off Robert.

Give up the case, Avery.

How many bodies
have to pile up

before you say
"No more"?

Pretending
your stuffed monkey is dead

will not get you
out of this.

I have an alibi.

I was with the puppies
all day.

Daddy, Daddy,
Daddy, Daddy.

Daddy!

What are we talking about?

Yes, we were with Daddy.

And Uncle Karl.

He taught us words.

"Nefarious," "diabolical,"
and "show-stopper."

Wait, Karl was here today?

I should've guessed.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

Freddy, you didn't
have to pee on Gracie.

It's a myth that it helps
jellyfish stings.

Gracie got stung
by a jellyfish?

Oh, no.

When we went back up
to the drink cart,

someone must've taken
the mortadella.

[both] The Wallaces.

Maybe I can see
if they have it.

These are really
powerful binoculars.

June's pores
are so tiny.

I mean, does she even
have skin?

Oh, they're getting up.
This is our chance.

You hurt your hamstring,
so I'll go over there.

If anything goes wrong,
I'll make an eagle sound.

- Cree!
- No.

We have to be stealthy.

If I see anything,
I'll make an eagle sound.

Craw!

And that is what
an eagle sounds like.

My brother trained one
to attack me.

- Craw!
- Cree!

- Craw!
- Cree!

Craw!

Cree!

All right, Karl.

And that's why we knock.

I know you sneaked over to my house,
and destroyed my dress.

Don't try to deny it, because
the puppies already sold you out.

Oh, nonsense. What motive
would I have

for destroying your dress?

You know what?
You're absolutely right.

What motive could you
possibly have?

After all, you love
my fashion.

That's true.

The fact that I'm
so devoted to it

doesn't bother you
in the slightest.

You are correct, madam.

If I spent my entire life
doing fashion--

It would be a complete
waste of your time.

A frilly, pointless distraction
that would keep you from

truly noble pursuits.

I wish every last stitch
perished in flames!

Oopsy-doo.

And there's your motive.
I knew you did it.

No, Avery.

You're my closest friend.

I wish you
only the best.

And I would never
willingly harm or sabotage you.

Besides, you have
no evidence, you swine.

Well, I am gonna find some.

Founding father
finger puppets?

Sometimes, the founding
fingers like to gather

and debate the merits
of a bicameral legislature.

Thomas Jeffer-thumb
is quite the rabble rouser.

Hey. This is my sketchbook.

Let me guess.

After destroying my dress,
you were also gonna destroy

my sketches to squelch
my love of fashion for good.

Oh, you mean, like
the Frankenstein movie

where, after destroying
the monster,

the villagers wanna destroy
Dr. Frankenstein's journal.

Why did I just say that?
I'm not helping my case.

But the analogy fits
so perfectly.

I'm torn; I'm furious
at what you did,

yet satisfied that
I caught you.

I'm satis-furious.

Avery, I didn't know
about the sketchbook.

People leave things here
all the time.

Mother left me in here once
when I was a child,

and I sorta just
made it my own.

A red hair.

Chloe?

Congratulations.
A breakthrough in the case.

The founding fingers
would like to celebrate

by doing the wave.

Oh, careful,
Dr. Franklin.

You're old.

Chloe, I found
my sketchbook

in Karl's shed,
and your hair was in it.

I can't believe
you would do this.

You knew how much
that dress meant to me.

Chloe's making
a break for it. Get her!

Get off me, Savannah.

You have the right
to remain silent, Chloe.

Avery, help me.
I'm still your sister.

Chloe got away.

But I got this blue
eye shadow from her pocket,

so she'll be back,
if she ever wants

her dolls to look
dramatic and mysterious again,

and she does.

Okay.

Savannah, a detective
as brilliant as you are

must have a theory
as to why Chloe would do this.

Sure, Chloe loves
playing dress-up,

but you can't
pin this one on her.

There's no way she could've
done all that damage

to the dress
on her own.

Wait a minute.

You're right.
I've cracked the case.

Who's the sista
who's cracked the case?

Avery. Pak-chika,
pak-chika, pak-chika.

That's right,
my theme song's funkier.

The summer sausage
is gone.

How did they get
our summer sausage?

We were being so careful
before our nap.

We have got to get a look
inside their basket

and confirm,
once and for all,

that they have taken
our meats.

I can't go back over there.

You can't go over there,

but June, who's wearing the same
sweater you have at home, can.

Do I look like June?

Wow! You really do.

I mean, what does June
look like again?

Maybe if he only
sees me from the back.

Perfect.

Now's your chance.
Go.

June?

[high-pitched voice]
Yes.

- Ellen?
- No.

Hi, Ellen.

What is wrong
with you people?

It's too late
for apologies.

We know what you did,

and we are not going to
let you get away with it.

Ever hear of something
called payback?

Well, get ready for
a big, steaming slice of it.

Come on, honey.

- Oh, your salami?
- Give myself a facial.

My salami.

A loofah.
Think I'll take a shower.

I was feeling bad about stealing
Bennett and Ellen's meat all day,

but now that I see
what they're doing

to those delightful
Wallaces,

they kinda deserve it.

I think we made
our point.

Come on, Ellen.

Well, I have solved the murder
of the ornamental dress.

Actually, I solved it
two hours ago.

Spent the last two hours
coming up with the line

"murder of
the ornamental dress.

Each of you
had a motive.

So I was trying to figure out
which one of you did it.

But then Chloe said

she couldn't have
done it on her own,

which made me realize,

- none of you could have.
- [all sighing]

- It was all of you.
- [all gasping]

It all started with
a certain someone

who loves playing
dress-up.

I realized the weird smudges
came from the blue eye shadow

Chloe had in her pocket.

This is what Avery gets
for coming between

a little girl
and her dress-up time.

[evil laughter]

But Tyler
hated the dress, too,

so he decided he'd ruin it
more by washing it.

This is what she gets
for not helping me

fix my BMX uniform.

And this is what I get
for washing reds with whites.

An awesome pink shirt.

[both laughing evilly]

Then Karl sent Chloe off
to get my sketchbook.

Why do you need
the sketchbook?

It's from Frankenstein.
I'll explain later.

Ow! My hair.

Don't worry, it can't
possibly be of any consequence.

Then he painted over it.

This is what she gets for not
listening to my life coaching.

[all laughing evilly]

Then you took it to Stan
so that he could do

his dirty work.

This is what she gets

for not spending time
with my puppies.

What? Do you expect me
to chew it with my teeth

like some sort of animal?

And now, we commit
this desecrated symbol

of Avery's hubris
to the earth.

Burying forever her pretense
to greatness

with our blatant act
of depravity.

Ditto.

We must make a pact
to never speak of this again.

[all laughing evilly]

So are we getting ice cream
after this dark ritual?

And that's how
you all did it.

Who proved you all
were in cahoots?

Avery. Pak-chika,
pak-chika, pak-chika.

I think
we have to tell her.

Very well.

Avery, your song
is a derivative rip-off.

I mean what happened
to the dress.

I did play dress-up
with your dress,

and those blue smudges
were makeup, but...

Darn it, Avery.

I didn't even want to try on
your dress

till you told me
I couldn't.

I feel so bad.
But I look so good.

I'll just be super careful
taking off the dress.

Oh, no.
I got makeup on it.

Oh, man, Avery's gonna be
really upset if she sees this.

But I can fix it.

Hey, I can't make it worse.

Well, I made it worse.

[Tyler] So we took it to
the one person

who we thought could
repaint your dress.

Don't worry,
I fixed it.

Using Avery's sketchbook
as a guide,

along with the skill
I developed

studying art at
the Sorbonne...

online seminar.

I thought you said
Karl was a good painter.

Yeah, he did that great
painting of Mom and Dad.

Oh, this?

I love that painting.

[Stan] When I saw what
they'd done,

I knew they had
to come clean.

Guys, we owe it to Avery
to take this to her,

and tell her the truth.

[fabric rips]

Or we could bury it.

We must make a pact
to never speak of this again.

This would be
so much cooler

if we were all
wearing black robes.

We feel terrible about
what we did.

We're really sorry, Avery.

We totally blew it.

I'm sorry, too.

But I can't get that "pak-chika,
pak-chika" out of my mind.

It makes me wanna strut.

Well, I guess I understand

that none of you were
trying to hurt me.

It was all just a mistake,
followed by a cover-up,

and some horribly
stupid nonsense.

It's how we do
in the 'dena.

So I learned that when
you hurt your friends,

you should own up to it.

If only Robert
were still alive.

Oh, Robert!

You're back
on your feet!

Oh, no, Robert,
you're a zombie.

No, you cannot
eat my brains.

No, you cannot.

No, you cannot!

Honey, I eventually realized
it wasn't you,

and went back.

The point is, we taught
those Wallaces a lesson.

Bennett, the dogs
have all the meat.

It wasn't the Wallaces.

Stan must've followed us,
and then taken our food.

You know what
we have to do.

Apologize to the Wallaces?

Or...

We must make a pact to never
speak of this again.

We really should be
wearing black robes for this.