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(triumphant music playing)

That's right, people!

Look who scored a pair of Platinum Ultras.

Gabby D. is officially the sneaker queen of Havensburg.

All hail the Sneaker Queen!

All: All hail Gabby!

Aw! Did Gabby get a new pair of shoes?

Big stinkin' deal!

‐(energy surges) ‐(gasps)

‐(grunts) ‐(thuds)

(students exclaiming)

The shoes.

She's more powerful than ever!

My life is meaningless!

Okay, girls. Take me to class.

(energy zaps)

All (chanting): Gabby! Gabby! Gabby!

‐Hey! ‐(Gabby grunts)

You've been sitting in this booth

muttering to yourself for an hour.

Are you gonna order anything?

♪

How would you feel about lending me $500?

Huh?

(theme song playing)

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I do normal like a fish rides a bicycle ♪

♪ Fit in like summer and an icicle ♪

♪ Don't fight it, just be an original ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I roller skate outside the lines ♪

♪ When I try to stay in, it's no surprise ♪

♪ It's a fail, it's okay, I'm one of a kind ♪

♪ One of a, one of a kind ♪

♪ So anytime I feel some type of way ♪

♪ Don't understand the human race ♪

♪ So what, so what, so what ♪

♪ I do my thing, I do my thing ♪

♪ You do your thing, You do your thing ♪

♪ When we don't fit in ♪

♪ We stand out in the crowd and we shout it loud ♪

♪ I do my thing, I do my thing ♪

♪ I'm the one and only, I'm the one and only ♪

♪ Don't try to fit in, Don't try to fit in ♪

♪ Mm‐hmm, I do my thing ♪

(sighs)

Why did I agree to let Swift pay me in Gor‐Monite money?

‐It's useless! ‐(coins clatter)

And there's no way I can afford the Ultras just on my allowance.

They're, like, $500.

First of all, don't knock Gor‐Coins.

One day, my gorgeous face is going to be all over them.

Secondly, why don't you just get a pair of more affordable sneakers?

More affordable sneakers?

Are you joking with me, dude? Is this a joke?

Are you a jokester all of a sudden?

I'm a lifelong sneakerhead.

Shoes are the keynote of every outfit I wear.

And these Ultras are some of the coolest,

most hyped shoes of all time.

And if you don't understand why

I need to instacop these crispy deadstock Ultras,

then you don't know me at all.

I understood zero of those mouth noises.

But if you need money, I know an alien

who pays a lot for human junk.

‐Wait, really? ‐Oh, yeah.

He sells it to other planets.

The galaxy's full of aliens who want dumb human stuff.

To them, it's rare.

Hey, my dumb old house is full of dumb human stuff!

I'll grab some junk we never use,

sell it, and seal my fate as the masta of shoewagga.

The more you talk, the less I understand you.

‐But okay! ‐Humph!

Aah.

‐(elevator door closes) ‐(button clicks)

Really? Did you have to push every button?

Actually, yes.

(energy crackling)

(buttons dinging)

(sudden thud)

(electronic whirring)

(rock music playing)

(energy powering on)

Underground alien pawn shop?

Cool. Cool.

Hey, look who it is!

My favorite Gor‐Mon with a heart of gold.

But not really, else I'd pawn it!

(chuckles)

I'm saying I'd steal your heart and sell it

while it's still beating if indeed it were made of gold.

Just a joke. Laugh or don't. I don't care.

Great sense of humor.

‐Blurt! ‐Yeah.

What up? My friend here‐‐ don't worry, she's cool‐‐

has some primo human goods to pawn.

Ooh! I like what I'm hearing.

As you can see, human curiosities

go for a pretty penny in here.

‐Gabby: Hmm. ‐Now, whaddaya got?

‐This thing. Uh... ‐Blurt: Hmm...

Um‐hmm...

‐No idea what that is. ‐Gabby: Rat puppet.

‐Blurt: Ooh. ‐Gabby: Hmm.

Yeah.

(whirring)

(grunts)

Uh‐huh. Uh‐huh. Uh‐huh!

‐Mm‐hmm. All right! ‐(monocle whirring)

For the junk and the weird doll here,

I can give you, ah‐ba‐ba bup‐bup‐bup...

Seven hundy.

Dollars? Human Earth dollars?

That, or you can pick anything from the Gwar‐gwarian rack.

But, full disclosure:

I haven't cleaned all the blood off everything yet.

♪

Cash is perfect.

You hear that, Platinum Ultras?

‐Your queen is coming. ‐Blurt: Hey!

No talkin' to yourself in here.

Oh.

Eh, here you go.

(gasps)

Hey, Blurt. What'll you give me for this dumb bowtie?

Blurt: Hmm. How 'bout a trade?

I just had a very interesting new item come in.

♪

I'm telling you, the pawn shop guy

swore this thing tells your fortune.

Oh, buddy.

Cootie catchers are just something little kids make and play with.

They're not magic.

Oh, you foolish boy‐sized clown.

Try it.

‐Try it! ‐Fine!

(sighs) Uh...

Should I go into the kitchen?

Pick a color.

(sighs) Blue.

Spell it out.

B‐L‐U‐E.

‐Now pick a number. ‐(sighs) Four.

(scoffs) "Beware. LOLOL!"

(scoffs) Oh, I'm so scared.

What could happen?

I go to make a sandwich, and you guys are out of mayo?

Wait!

‐(sparking) ‐(shattering)

(tense music playing)

So...

Not only did it warn us about the chandelier,

but it also knew about the Utah‐shaped birthmark on my lower belly,

and the fact that I'm deathly afraid of sneezes.

‐(sneezes loudly) ‐(yells): Oh!

It also said Swift would be home 15 minutes early.

Which would be right about‐‐

‐(door opens) ‐Principal Swift: I'm home early!

‐(door closes) ‐Eh, Jeremy.

Do you know what keeps happening with my bowties?

Nobody cares about your stupid bowties!

We have a verified real‐deal fortune‐telling

cootie catcher on our hands.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

First order of business...

(blinds clack closed)

I should probably take a turn with it.

The time has come.

Let's peep these grails.

♪

Oh.

(sighs happily)

♪

So, what do you think, sis?

Do these kicks slay, or what?

We both know I'm more of a slipper girl.

I can't believe I was able to get the money for these

‐just by selling junk no one wants. ‐Dina: Where is it?

Have either of you seen Ratita?

Our family heirloom is missing!

For the junk and the weird doll here,

I can give you, ah‐ba‐ba bup‐bup‐bup...

Seven hundy.

(gasps)

So, the thing about that is...

I might have sold it?

Might have sold it?

Are you joking me?

Are you a jokester all of a sudden?

‐Oh, my‐‐ ‐It's just a stinky doll.

What's the big deal?

Ratita has been in our family for generations.

Back in Venezuela, your great‐grandfather

made a living performing on the streets with it.

It is the most treasured item our family has.

‐(sighs) ‐Gabby: If that's the case,

I kind of feel like you should have mentioned

this apparently super important heirloom to me at some point.

I did!

Your bisabuelo would do a little dance number

with Ratita called "El Baile del Queso."

Mm‐hmm.

He believed that the marionette had the power

to distract people from the troubles of life.

Mm‐hmm.

Our family heritage lives on

through this precious, utterly irreplaceable puppet.

This is super important.

Is this pink too hot?

Or not hot enough? (exhales)

I'm disappointed you didn't care to learn about

your family history, Gabby!

I don't know what to say. I'm sorry.

I have a video call with Nana in three hours.

And Nana loves Ratita.

She almost always asks to see her,

and if she finds out that you sold her?

It's gonna break her heart.

So this is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna get Ratita back

before the video call, and if you don't,

you can tell Nana that you sold her yourself.

Understood?

Understood.

♪

"Get it done, girlfriend!"

(liquid sloshing)

I have to. Right?

The cootie catcher confirmed it.

If you don't drink worm juice in a fake fur coat,

you'll be run over by a truck.

So, yeah. I think you have to.

(sniffles) I don't understand.

But I accept your wisdom.

(groans)

(gulping)

‐Ooh. My turn. ‐No, it's my turn!

Oh, powerful catcher!

Is it just me,

or does Principle like Gabby way more than me?

‐Green! ‐Oh, give me that!

There is no need to waste everyone's time

with trivial questions.

‐(Wesley gulping) ‐I knew you liked Gabby more than me!

This worm juice is awful!

‐Aah! ‐Yep, ah, no. Okay, okay!

Everyone just calm down.

Now, this cootie catcher

is an artifact of immense power.

It's not just some tool for our petty squabbles.

Now, then.

Is Wesley the one who keeps eating

my leftover lasagna? Red!

(Wesley and Jeremy yelling)

Principal Swift: Hands off my cootie catcher!

It's my cootie catcher!

You just can't help yourself, can you?

(door whirs open)

Hey‐o! Oh! Look at those shoes!

Yep. You caught me walkin'.

No, actually, I was talking about

that cute little garden gnome over there.

Now that's what I call style.

Back so soon?

It turns out that puppet I traded you

is actually a really important family heirloom.

I'm gonna need it back.

Eesh. You know, I had a family once.

Then a Snarlax came in

and made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

I couldn't...

I couldn't refuse.

Anyway, I'd love to return your puppet thingie,

but I just sold it.

What? To who?

Eh, some excitable little Torkwob.

Seemed really into that puppet.

I mean, he kept shaking and muttering,

all crazy‐like. Like a...

Like a Torkwob that really wanted a puppet.

Anyway, I think I got the address

to the Torkwob temple, if you want.

Temple?

Please! This cootie catcher is ruining our lives!

We keep fighting.

Things are getting really slappy.

I drank worm juice.

I think somehow, it's changing from juice

back into worms.

You're its creator.

Teach us to wield its power responsibly.

Help us... Kimmy.

For the last time,

get off my porch, you weirdos!

‐(door slams) ‐(frustrated groaning)

Even the cootie catcher's creator seems afraid of it.

It's even more powerful than we thought.

Is it just me, or does Principal like Kimmy

way more than me? Yellow!

Oh, give me that!

(grunting)

We need to destroy it.

Huh?

Ever since we started running everything by it,

things have been getting crazier and crazier.

I let Wesley give me a tattoo.

Maybe it's time we stopped outsourcing our decision‐making.

And be our own men.

Maybe that's what the cootie catcher's been

trying to teach us all along.

There's only one way to know for sure.

♪

‐(Gabby grunts) ‐(wood clatters)

Are you sure about this?

Getting disappeared in an abandoned building

is in my top five worst fears.

Mom's call with Nana is in less than an hour,

so, this is what we're gonna do.

We're gonna find this alien,

pay them back their money for Ratita,

and get that puppet back home where it belongs.

Easy‐peasy.

(sighs)

‐(lights buzzing) ‐Does that look familiar to you?

♪

(door squeaks open)

(soft, distant voices)

Torkwobs (chanting): Tork... Wob...

Tork... Wob...

Uh, Gabby?

This may be harder than I thought.

Okay, so, Ratita looks just like

whatever god these aliens worship. Perfect!

At least they respect her.

Unlike some sisters I know.

Look, I messed up.

I should have paid more attention.

Honestly, thinking about it,

it's pretty dope that bisabuelo made a living performing with her.

Eventually, he opened up a marionette theater,

and he used the earnings to bring the family to America.

Wait, really?

Ratita's our connection

from Venezuela to America?

(chuckles) Who knew?

Literally everyone but you.

Too bad we can't magically

sneak past all those aliens and grab her.

Maybe we can.

What good are sneakers if they can't help you...

sneak?

(heroic music playing)

Torkwobs (chanting): Tork... Wob...

Tork... Wob...

Tork... Wob...

Tork...

Hola, Ratita. Time to go home.

Torkwobs (chanting): Tork... Wob...

Tork... Wob...

Aah!

Torkwob!

‐(gasps) ‐Gabby: Oh, hey!

And a good Torkwob to you, as well.

Tork...

Wob.

Torkwobs (chanting) Wob! Wob!

Um...

Torkwobs (chanting) Wob! Wob!

Wait! Wait!

Check this out.

Ooh! Look at me! I'm dancin'.

(Torkwobs exclaiming)

Looks like Ratita's going for a little walk!

♪

And that concludes the show.

Adios!

(screaming): Torkwob!

(all yelling)

Both: Aah!

(screaming, exclaiming)

I don't understand this. I left them cash!

(Torkwobs shouting)

For real? Aah!

Gabby, if we get disappeared,

I just want you to know

I really resent that you got me into this!

(energy sizzling)

(gasps)

Torkwob!

Look, you guys, I know it seems like I'm stealing your god,

and I'm really sorry about that.

But just hear me out.

This puppet has been in my family for generations,

and it's really important to us.

If I don't bring it back,

a huge part of our history will be lost.

It's all gonna be my fault.

So, please, will you just let me have it?

I'll give you anything.

(Torkwobs chattering softly)

Tork...

Wob...

Y‐you want my shoes?

All: Torkwob!

What about her shoes?

(all yelling angrily)

Fine! Fine.

If that's what it's gonna take.

(exhales)

Tork...

Wob!

All: Wob!

Gotta say, I didn't peg you guys as fellow sneakerheads.

‐(fabric shredding) ‐(both gasp)

Gabby: And they're eating them.

Such a waste.

♪

(sighs)

Do we really have to do this?

We do. And the cootie catcher confirmed

this was the only way to destroy it.

(dramatic music playing)

♪

Farewell, catcher of cooties.

May angels greet you on the other side.

(flame ignites)

(arrow whooshing)

(splashes)

Huh.

If the arrow missed...

Then it was just some folded‐up piece of paper.

(chuckles) It wasn't magic at all‐‐

(lightning crashes)

(exploding)

Aah!

(energy shimmering)

We shall never speak of this again.

Look who we found.

Ratita. Oh!

I'm sorry I didn't take the time to learn about her before.

It's crazy that this puppet is responsible

for bringing our family to America.

Anyway, from now on, I'm gonna do a better job

of paying attention to our family history.

It's important.

I am happy to hear you say that, Gabby.

(laughs)

Hey, what happened to your shoes?

Long story. Real boring.

‐Total snooze‐fest. ‐Gabby (chuckles): Yeah.

Hey, isn't it time to call Nana?

♪

(all laughing)

(all chattering)

Jeremy: Next time, on "Gabby Duran and the Unsittables"...

My best friend Mimi and I have the same birthday.

But this year, Mimi's in Miami,

and I get to have my first ever epic,

solo Gabby D. birthday blood bash.

Mimi!

Why are you here?

This whole blood‐a‐rella party

could definitely use a little Mimi!

Gabby: Mimi is a huge birthday one‐upper.

Whatever I do, she has to do bigger and better.

(crowd exclaiming)

(grunting)

♪

Man: Gorgeous.

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