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♪ Toast, toast ♪

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♪ Instead of writing a song ♪

(giggles)

Mm.

(coughs)

You know what this special food needs?

A little sippy of OJ.

Hey, who drank all the juice

and just left an empty container?

BERYL: Hmm, if I had to guess?

A certain pal of Kiff's, has two big bunny ears,

rhymes with "shmerry."

Who? Barry?

I know you're not talking about my boy Barry

behind his back right now.

Sweetie, we love Barry.

It's just, well, that bunny loves his juice.

My juice.

(grunts)

Kiff, the next time you have Barry over,

just ask him not to finish all of our orange juice, okay?

What? I do that?

I'm in charge of telling him that?

You can handle it.

Oh, look! Our neighbor got a new garden gnome.

- What? - Wait!

What exactly do I say to Barry?

Is he trying to out-gnome us?

I never agreed to this!

(Barry laughing)

Okay, so I says to Miss Deer Teacher:

Pop quiz?

How about some popcorn?

(laughs)

We got to keep this laugh train going.

Want to come over?

You know I do.

Mm. Oh.

(smacks lips)

Hmm, I'm suddenly a little thirsty.

Wait, I feel like there was something I was supposed to do.

Yup, a cold glass of something fruity

sure sounds good.

Oh, what drink am I thinking of, though?

Made out of fruit--

No, no, no.

Hang on, I was trying to remember something first.

Oh, well, probably wasn't important.

Oh! Orange juice!

Man, that was driving me crazy.

(Barry laughs)

I was like, "Come on, brain!"

- (laughs) - Hey, Barry.

I've got to talk to you about something

before we get to my house.

Ooh, fun. Lay it on me.

- Uh... - Hey, Billiam.

I've got to talk to you about something.

It's no big deal, but my dad said

you need to start taking your muddy shoes off

before you come into our house.

What? Are you serious?

(groans)

Mud?

Our friendship is forever blemished!

BARRY: Yoo-hoo!

What did you have to talk to me about?

KIFF: Oh, Barry. I can't do this.

He's just a delicate little flower.

(both sobbing)

You're perfect.

Don't change a thing.

Oh! Oh, thank you for saying.

Oh, I regret everything!

(both sobbing)

(lawn mower whirring)

(lips smacking)

You know what we never do anymore?

Hide-and-seek. I'll hide.

You stay right here with your eyes closed

and count to the highest number you can think of.

- Okay, go. - One, two...

This is tough.

Whew! We have a whole fresh jug.

Even on his thirstiest days,

Barry never finishes a whole jug.

Now I can put off the awkward convo.

- Found you! - Ah!

Barry! What happened, uh, to the counting?

Oh, it's such a gorgeous day.

I couldn't think past 12.

Ooh! OJ.

May I?

Go for it, Bar. Have a glass.

One should be enough, right?

We're just kids, after all,

with kid stomachs.

Beautifully put.

Wait, this feels kind of rude.

Drinking your family's juice like this.

It... it does?

So you're aware?

Kiff, it's glaringly obvious.

You should be having a glass with me!

Oh. Uh, no.

I don't need to waste--

Uh, taste any juice.

I insist.

- Say when. - When!

Now, Barry, please drink your one glass of juice

so we can move on and both stop thinking about it.

Alrighty. Here I go.

Whoops.

Juice fingers.

These things happen, right? Take two!

Jug's, uh, mostly full.

I've just got to make sure Barry actually drinks it this time.

Uh, what you doing over there, Bar?

- (lawn mower whirring) - That cool ponytail guy out there

is just mowing the lawn in the hot sun.

- Doesn't he look thirsty? - Who, the Pone?

(gasps)

Nah, he's always sweating

and wiping his forehead and smacking his lips--

- Excuse me! - Barry, no!

The Pone? Would you care for a refreshing glass of juice?

Uh, you don't want our sour old juice.

(laughs nervously)

How about a delicious cup

of room-temp water

from the pitcher my mom keeps out on the counter?

Someone say sour old juice?

That's the Pone's favorite.

- Load me up. - Here you go, my man.

Courtesy of your neighbors, the Chatterleys.

Hey, these things happen.

I just did the same thing.

(laughing) How about that?

(both laugh)

(giggling)

(all laughing)

- These things happen! - These things happen!

(both laugh)

(both scream)

- (sighs) - What was wrong with those?

Oh, it's bad luck to drink an over-poured glass.

I'm superstitious.

(laughs)

(screams)

(flies buzzing)

Let's pour one out for those who have to go without juice.

What?

Protecting that jug of juice is hard work.

(sighs)

Oh, no!

What an afternoon we're having.

But this'll definitely be the last glass.

- Ah! - We forgot the glass.

Ugh, this is a disaster.

Kiff, cheer up.

Juice grows on trees.

- Well, fruit, anyway. - (car approaching)

My mom's already home from work.

That means it's dinnertime.

It's the third Thursday of the month: BLT night!

Dad's definitely gonna want a glass of OJ with his BLT.

And when he finds the empty jug,

they'll know I didn't have the talk with Barry.

(birds tweeting)

(doorknob jiggling)

Barry, go stall--

I mean, greet my parents at the door!

Okay.

(panting)

Hi! Welcome home.

I hope you party people are ready for BLT night.

Yeah!

(gasps)

Nice and full.

Hey, I thought we drank all the--

(coughs)

I could get used to this.

(whispering) Thank you.

- What the...? - Juice settles, hon.

It probably just needs a shake.

(liquid sloshes)

More, Dad. Shake it more.

(liquid sloshing)

How long am I supposed to keep shaking?

Uh, nothing crazy.

Just until Barry and I are away at college.

MARTIN: That's it.

I'm going down

to that con artist of a grocery store

and giving them a piece of my mind.

Come on, everybody. Toss your BLTs.

We won't be eating dinner tonight.

- Yeah! - This is way more important.

Wait!

Uh, Dad, a quick word?

Barry drank all the juice again.

Oh, man. But your mother said--

I couldn't do it, all right?

I couldn't tell him not to.

Look at that delicate face.

As a kid, I had a part-time job at a grocery store,

and let me tell you, Barry,

you would not believe...

Oh, my gosh, you're right.

Barry can't take that kind of criticism.

He'd wilt like the delicate flower he is.

And what if it shamed him out of never coming over again?

You were right to not tell him, Kiff.

Don't worry, I got your back.

You know, they water down the juice

and then they hike up the prices.

It is not right, Beryl. It is not right.

MARTIN: On second thought,

even grocery stores make mistakes.

Let's forget about it

and enjoy some of Beryl's room-temp pitcher water.

You hate my room-temp pitcher water.

I'm guessing Kiff didn't get a chance

to talk to you, Barry.

What about?

Well...

in the future, when you come over...

- No! - No!

...can you not drink so much juice?

Oh.

Oh, I see.

Sure thing, Beryl!

Thanks for being so direct. I love you.

But-but Barry, I--

I thought you'd be upset.

I tried so many ways to get out of telling you today,

because I was worried it might make you feel weird,

or make you feel bad.

I love it when people tell it to me like it is.

The truth sets you free, baby.

Oh, Barry, you're not a delicate flower at all.

You're a mighty tree.

You inspire me.

Oh! Oh, my gosh!

OJ?

"Orange juice."

I just got that!

Okay.

Here goes.

How bad can BLTs with water be?

Dad, you're so weird about water.

- Just drink it. - (doorbell rings)

Oh, thank goodness! I'll get it!

Top o' the evening to you, Chatterley crew.

Chat Junior and her compadre here

were kind enough to squeeze me a glass

of the old liquid citrus earlier,

and I was so touched,

I couldn't chill till I returned with an epic repayment.

I brought you a brand-new carton of ju--

What? I don't like that guy.

(ending theme)