The transcript of Duchess of Wails
Transcript[]
Act 1[]
Scene 1: Duchess' Bedroom[]
[The episode cuts to the outside of Foster's and an alarm clock is heard ringing inside of Duchess' room.]
DUCHESS: Frankie. Frankie! FRANKIE!
FRANKIE: [comes in the bedroom and rubs up to Duchess' bed] WHAT?!
DUCHESS: My alarm clock. [her alarm clock is still ringing]
FRANKIE: You know, Duchess, you could turn it off yourself. You're right there.
DUCHESS: And touch plastic? Please. I'm royalty. [Frankie gets annoyed, turns off Duchess' alarm clock and tries to walk off] Are we forgetting something? [Frankie gets even more annoyed] My eyes, they're not going to open themselves.
FRANKIE: They will if you just--
DUCHESS: OPEN THEM! [Frankie does so as she opens Duchess' eyes] Ah! [looks at Frankie's face] Why are you making that hideous face?
FRANKIE: [raises an eyebrow] What face?
DUCHESS: Oh, I forgot. You always look like that.
FRANKIE: [groans] Duchess, we go through the same routine every day. We wait on you hand and foot and all you do is insult us!
DUCHESS: Why, I am deeply hurt that you would even suggest such a thing. That is simply not true. Now, are you going to call Senior Smells-a-Lot to carry me to the bathroom, or do I have to do it myself?
FRANKIE: [sadly sighs] Eduardo!
[Eduardo slides in slowly and Frankie looks at Duchess.]
Scene 2: Bathroom[]
[Meanwhile, Eduardo carries Duchess all the way to the bathroom inside. Wilt is gargling with mouthwash in his mouth, he finishes up by spitting in a cup, and starts putting the mouthwash in Duchess' mouth. She closes her mouth to wash it inside, but then she felt something and spat it all on Eduardo's face.]
DUCHESS: [to Wilt] You call this pre-gargled? It's barely foamy. [to Eduardo] Oh, to clarify, I was spitting in anger, not spitting out the mouthwash like normal.
[Eduardo raises an eyebrow on his head.]
Scene 3: Duchess' Bedroom[]
[Frankie was making Duchess' bed and Madame Foster was sewing one of Duchess' everyday dresses while her hair was frazzled. After that, a fed up Eduardo brings Duchess back in her bedroom.]
DUCHESS: Dress me.
MADAME FOSTER: Well, I'm not done sewing your new outfit, dearie. If you didn't need a new one every day, then I could--
DUCHESS: [interrupts Madame Foster's sentence] DRESS ME! [she does so right away] Good gracious! Is this polyester?!
MADAME FOSTER: Actually, it's 100% Egyptian cotton.
DUCHESS: SILK! SILK! I'd rather go naked!
MADAME FOSTER: No, no, no, please, not again! Anything but that!
[Eduardo covers his eyes as Duchess walks by angrily without clothes. Eduardo, still with his eyes closed, sticks out his tongue in disgust. Madame Foster starts making Duchess's dress, but this time out of silk]
Scene 4: Dining Room[]
[In the dining room, four imaginary friends are eating cereal at the long table while Coco is standing, and Duchess is sitting in the back of the table. Coco feeds Duchess some cereal with a spoon on her toes and puts some in her mouth. Duchess chews and then feels something she ate. She takes out what she was eating and pulls out a magnifying glass to look at it.]
DUCHESS: [to Coco] Hey, these flakes aren't frosted individually.
COCO: Coco, co co co. [But you begged for it.]
DUCHESS: [Gets in front of Coco's face] WELL, IF I WANTED COCOA FLAKES, I WOULD'VE TOLD YOU I WANTED COCOA FLAKES! [Sits back as Coco ducks down from the bowl Duchess threw offscreen and the bowl crashes into the wall onscreen.]
Scene 5: Foster's Foyer[]
[Mac and Bloo are standing in the foyer with blank stares. The camera zooms out to show that they're looking at Duchess going around giving people orders and orders everywhere.]
DUCHESS: Frankie, prep the morning liposuction. [pushes Frankie] Masseusey, I'm ready for my daily toe rub. [walks in front of Mac and Bloo while going upstairs] Out of my way, Blinky and Clyde! Pedicurio, reschedule my toenail polish for naptime! Botoxy, prepare yeself!
[Next, Bloo and Mac make O-shaped faces while staring at what Duchess just did. Just as Mr. Herriman hops out, the two turn to him.]
MAC: Mr. H, why does everyone put up with Duchess?
BLOO: Yeah, every morning, it's the same routine, and I'm sick of it.
MAC: She's mean to everyone.
BLOO: If I were in charge here, I'd kick her botox to the curb. So, what's the dealio? [crosses his arms the same way Mac does]
MR. HERRIMAN: Ah, it's a fine question you pose. This visual aid should explain what indeed the dealio is. I present the Foster's motto: Give us your tired, your poor imaginary friends with no beds but the floor. Your cast-off creatures, pedigrees and mutts even if they're royal pains in the butts. Any friend who enters through this door we will houses and nurture forever more.
MAC: So, Foster's has to take in any imaginary friend who needs a place to stay?
BLOO: And that's why we put up with Duchess?
MR. HERRIMAN: Exactly. But that's not to say we can't try to find her a new home. In fact, I spent our entire advertising budget trying to find a family that will take her.
Scene 6: Various Places[]
[Cut to a highway with cars when there is a billboard with Duchess' face on it and the slogan says "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends" "Pedigree Friends Available!". The next part shows a man opening a a magazine which shows Duchess' full body and words on the left that say "Free Purebred Friend". Finally, the camera cuts to a stadium on the screen with Duchess' head with the following words "We'll pay you to take her!"]
Scene 7: Foster's Foyer[]
[The doorbell rings just in time for Mr. Herriman to answer.]
MR. HERRIMAN: Ah! Hopefully, that will be some families to see her now.
Scene 8: Foster's Foyer[]
UGLY DAD: Now if we adopt you, will you promise to be good?
DUCHESS: Now if I let you adopt me, will you promise to be less ugly?
[The ugly family's jaws gape open in shock.]
AEROBIC DAD: Once we adopt you, we're going to get you in shape!
AEROBIC DAUGHTER: Feel the burn! Visualize success!
DUCHESS: Yeah, I'm visualizing you leaving.
[The aerobic family is shocked]
MOTHER: Hi-
DUCHESS: No.
[The family is shocked]
MR. APPLEBEE: Gosh, we've always wanted an imaginary friend. Sally and I have never been able to imagine one ourselves. No creativity.
DUCHESS: Really? It certainly took creativity to think you could pull off those tacky sweaters.
[The Applebee family laughs}
SALLY APPLEBEE: Oh, my. She's a quick one. Well listen, we just moved into town and saw the billboard advertising you.
DUCHESS: Really? I'm surprised you can read.
[The Applebee family laughs again]
MR. APPLEBEE: What a charmer!
APPLEBEE DAUGHTER: Oh, Daddy? Can we keep her? Can we? I'll feed her and care for her and she'll sleep at the foot of my bed with Mr. Woof Woof!
DUCHESS: Oh, goodie. I get to sleep with your mangy, flea-ridden mutt and your sweaty fungal feet? Sounds wonderful!
MR. APPLEBEE: Terrific! We'll take her.
DUCHESS: What?
FRANKIE and MR. HERRIMAN: What?!
MAC, BLOO, WILT and EDUARDO: What?!
MR. APPLEBEE: We'll take her! She's so full of spirit and a sense of humor to boot!
[Mac, Bloo, Wilt, Coco, Eduardo, Frankie and Mr. Herriman all look at each other, shocked]
DUCHESS: But I'm not joking. I really mean all those horrible things! You dress terribly! You're uneducated! And your feet do smell!
[The Applebee family look shocked... only to devolve into laughter once again.]
MR. APPLEBEE: You almost had us going there. You are a regular wisenheimer!
[Mr. Applebee dipped the quill into the ink Frankie's holding before signing the adoption papers in Mr. Herriman's hands. The Applebee daughter tugs Duchess' arm and Duchess looks around desperately as Mr. Applebee shakes Mr. Herriman's hand. The Applebee family then drag Duchess off, leaving.]
DUCHESS: No! I hate you people!
MR. APPLEBEE: Ha ha! What a kidder.
DUCHESS: NOOOOOO!!!!
[A shocked Frankie closes the door behind them before waiting a few seconds, listening as the sounds of a car driving off are heard]
FRANKIE: ...She's gone. She's really gone!
MR. HERRIMAN: I've dreamed of this day for so very long!
WILT: What do we do now?
[Mr. Herriman swings and breaks a glass that says "Break in case of Duchess's adoption," causing balloons and confetti to rain down in the foyer]
MR. HERRIMAN: PAAARTY!
[And with that, everyone in Foster's starts partying like crazy]
Scene 9: Mac's Apartment[]
[After the party at Foster's, Mac comes home with a balloon, confetti on his hair, and party horn in his mouth. Before he opens the front door...]
DUCHESS: [heard inside on the other apartment] Let me out! I don't want to live here! [Mac faces the other side and it appears that Duchess is trying to get out, but Mr. Applebee grabs her back inside.]
MR. APPLEBEE: [off-screen] Ha, ha! Get back in here, you nut! [laughs and closes the door]
[Mac just shrugs and tries to open his door until...]
MAC: [realizes and becomes terrified] Duchess living next door? [lets go of his balloon and screams loudly] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
DUCHESS: [heard inside] Quiet out there!
MAC: [softly] Noooooooooo. [his body shakes and teeth chatters in fear]
Act 2[]
Scene 10: Mac's Apartment / Mac’s Bedroom[]
[There was a banging inside the apartment in the middle of the night with Duchess living next door. In Mac’s room, Mac is on his desk wearing headphones and doing some homework, while trying not to hear Duchess.]
DUCHESS: I can’t go to sleep on this pillow. It’s stuffed with lowly duck feathers. I demand my feather pillows be plucked from the finest geese in France!
SALLY APPLEBEE: Oh ho ho, Duchess, you’re a silly. Ha ha ha!
[Mac gets frustrated with the neighbors next door, so he rustles the volume on his headphones to hear music and he closes his eyes.]
DUCHESS: What-- what is that incessant music? How am I expected to sleep when I can hear very, faint music?! [Mac gets more frustrated and starts banging his head on the desk] And now, there’s an incessant banging, and it’s out of rhythm with the incessant music. [Later, it’s 2:45 A.M. and Duchess keeps yelling in the middle of the night. As Mac can’t get any more sleep due to Duchess’ screaming, he has an angry face and bloodshot eyes.] And where is my humidifier? And my dehumidifier?! If you don’t have control over air precipitation, my skin will be all wrinkly when I wake up!!! [Mac puts the pillow on his face and the banging from the other side of the apartment starts banging when Mac’s picture of Bloo falls on the floor] I... WANT... TO... GO... HOME!!!
Scene 11: The Applebee’s Apartment[]
[Meanwhile, after the crashing noise was over, the night turns into day. Duchesses wakes up with her eyes closed again.]
DUCHESS: Someone carry me to the bathtub.
MR. APPLEBEE: [opens the bedroom door] Oh, Duchess, you’re a riot. We don’t have a bathtub; we have a shower.
[Duchess looks surprised to hear that.]
Scene 12: Mac's Apartment / Kitchen[]
[Right now in the kitchen at Mac’s apartment, Terrence, Mac, and their mom get very angry by Duchess screaming in the shower next door. Terrence is putting his hand on his cheek, his and Mac’s mother is looking in the refrigerator, and Mac walks in the kitchen. They look around in a short silence. Some pop tarts come out of the toaster, Mac walks to his mother with a cereal box, and their mom is holding a coffee mug with coffee.]
MAC'S MOTHER: [relieved] Ah, thank goodness. [despite more screaming from Duchess in the next door, the family flinches as Mac’s mother slams her coffee mug on the counter really angry] All right! I’ve had enough of these obnoxious neighbors! If this doesn’t stop, we are MOVING! [walks to her bedroom in a huff and slams the door]
MAC: [shocked] Moving? She means, like, down the street or something, right? [nervously looks at Terrence and chuckles in a nervous way]
TERRENCE: [looks at him menacingly, smiles evilly and talks sympathetically] Oh, no. Mom and I were talking about it while you were sleeping in. She said we’re moving to... [thinks for a second and smiles] Zingapore.
MAC: You mean Singapore?
TERRENCE: Yeah, that’s right. All the way in Wisconsin.
MAC: [looks down and realizes] Wait! Singapore’s in Malaysia.
TERRENCE: [also realizes] Oh, that’s even better. All the way in Malaysia. [takes out the pop tarts and eats them both]
MAC: But we can’t. If we move to Singapore, I can’t go to Foster’s anymore, and then Bloo will get adopted, and then I’ll never see him again.
TERRENCE: [realizes again] Oohoo, that’s even more better. Better say goodbye to your dorky little buddy, runt! We’re moving to Wisconsin.
MAC: [corrects him] Malaysia.
TERRENCE: [gets it right] Malaysia. [sits back on his seat and Mac finally sees what’s happening and he is doomed.]
Scene 13: Foster's Parlor[]
BLOO: Wait a second, let me get this straight. So you're telling me that Singapore is not in Wisconsin?
MAC: No. And you're missing the point. This is terrible. If I move to Singapore, we'll never be able to see each other again!
BLOO: [panicked] Oh, my gosh!
MAC: And you'll be out up for adoption!
BLOO: [Still panicked] Oh, my gosh!
MAC: And you'll be adopted by some other kid!
BLOO: [still panicked] Oh, my go- (Stops being panicked) Wait, what kid? 'Cause if it's that cute blonde girl down the street, that might not be so bad.
MAC: Bloo.
BLOO: Sorry, sorry, you're right.
MAC: If only there was a way to get the Applebees to unadopt Duchess. If she was back at Foster's, my mom wouldn't want to move.
BLOO: That's it. We need to get your neighbors to see how evil duchess is.
MAC: But no matter what she does, they don't mind. It's like they're immune.
BLOO: Well, we'll just have to make them mune… by any means necessary.
[They both fall silent, thinking hard. A clock ticks steadily in the background.]
MAC: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
[They shout together:]
MAC: Sabotage!
BLOO: Sandwich break!
[Mac looks confused.]
BLOO: Oh, right. Your idea's better. Sabotage.
Scene 14: Mac's Apartment[]
[It's nighttime. The front door to Mac's apartment creaks open. Mac and Bloo, dressed in all black, tiptoe into the hallway and approach the Applebees' front door.]
[Mac raises a finger to his lips, signaling for silence, then pulls on a black ski mask. Bloo puts on a bright yellow ski mask.]
MAC: What's that? I told you black masks. Black masks!
BLOO: But this goes with my mittens.
[Bloo holds up his hands to show off his bright yellow sock-puppet mittens. He waves them around in a playful charade. Mac stares, unamused, then turns away and shakes his head.]
[Mac carefully cracks open the Applebees' door. He signals to Bloo, who quietly follows him inside.]
[They tiptoe down the hallway, peeking into Duchess', Mr. and Mrs. Applebee's, and their daughter's bedrooms. Everyone is sound asleep. Mac and Bloo exchange evil grins.]
[Cut to the living room. Mac and Bloo gleefully toss rolls of toilet paper everywhere.]
[Cut to the kitchen. A pink-frosted cake sits under a glass dome on the windowsill. Mac and Bloo grin at each other, nod, and reach toward the cake.]
[Cut to the hallway. Two framed portraits hang: one of the Applebee family, and another of Great Grandmother Applebee. The boys smirk, pull out spray cans, and begin shaking them.]
[Back in the living room, Bloo stands on the couch armrest, opens a glass cabinet of heirlooms, pulls out a vase, and hurls it toward the camera.]
[Cut to Mac with a baseball bat. He swings and shatters the vase mid-air.]
[In Daughter Applebee's bedroom, Mac gently places earmuffs on the sleeping family dog. Bloo appears behind the daughter holding scissors. They grin at each other, then silently stare at her.]
[Cut to the front door. Mac and Bloo high-five, tiptoe out, and shut the door behind them—still grinning.]
[Outside, they burst into laughter.]
DUCHESS: [offscreen] Quiet out there!!
[They immediately hush themselves, still snickering.]
[The next morning. Inside Mac's bedroom, Mac (in pajamas) and Bloo press their ears against the shared wall.]
MAC: They should be waking up any minute now. When they see all that stuff and think Duchess did it. Oh man, this is gonna be great!
BLOO:: [shushing] I hear them!
MR. APPLEBEE: [offscreen] DUCHESS!!!! What did you do?! This is…
[Mac and Bloo smile and give each other a thumbs-up.]
MR. APPLEBEE: [offscreen] …Wonderful!
[Their smiles immediately drop.]
BOTH: What?!
MR. APPLEBEE: [offscreen] Look at all the toilet paper! This'll save us a trip to the store.
[Cut to the Applebees' living room, completely covered in toilet paper. On the wall, in red spray paint: "I did all of this! —Duchess". Mr. Applebee enters, beaming.]
MR. APPLEBEE: Plus, it's pre-unrolled!
[Cut to the kitchen. The cake is smeared across the floor. The family dog licks at the mess.]
MRS. APPLEBEE: [looking at the ruined cake and smiling] And look at the cake I painstakingly baked! Thanks for ruining it and helping me stick to my diet!
[Mr. Applebee crouches near the shattered vase.]
MR. APPLEBEE: And look at the beautiful mosaic Duchess made!
[Cut to the hallway. The Applebee family portrait now has a red circle and slash across it. Great Grandmother Applebee's portrait has devil horns and a mustache.]
MRS. APPLEBEE: And look at the restoration done to these priceless family portraits! Why, Great Grandmother Applebee looks so much more like her true self!
[In her bedroom, Daughter Applebee touches the sides of her head, noticing her now-mangled haircut with delight.]
DAUGHTER APPLEBEE: Wow! Thanks, Duchess!
[Cut back to Mac's bedroom. Mac and Bloo listen in stunned silence.]
MRS. APPLEBEE: [offscreen] You're the best imaginary friend we could've hoped for!
BLOO: But—we—she—they—but we. With the thing.
[Mac stomps over to his closet, opens it, grabs a suitcase, and slams the door shut. He throws the suitcase onto the floor, which opens on impact.]
MAC: I give up! She wins!
BLOO: What are you doing?
MAC: What does it look like? I'm packing!
[Mac angrily throws clothes into the suitcase.]
MAC: Singapore, here I come!
BLOO: You're giving up? Just like that?
MAC: What else is there to do?
[He tosses in more clothes.]
MAC: We TP-ed them, Bloo. TP-ed!
[He sighs.]
MAC: There's nothing left to try.
BLOO: Or is there?
MAC: What are you talking about?
BLOO: Don't move! I'll be right back!
[Bloo runs out of the bedroom. Moments later, a loud crash and muffled shouting comes from the Applebees' apartment.]
DUCHESS: [offscreen, muffled] Let go of me!
[Bloo returns, carrying Duchess, who's tied with thick rope and gagged.]
BLOO: We're bringing her back to Foster's!
MAC:: What?!
BLOO:: Listen! Remember the plaque Mr. Herriman showed us?
[Flashback cut to the golden plaque engraved with the Foster's motto.]
BLOO: [voiceover] Any friend who enters through this door, we will house and nurture forever more.
MAC: Bloo, you're a genius!
[Mac disappears from frame and throws on his regular clothes. Meanwhile, Duchess struggles in Bloo's arms, her muffled cries continuing as she kicks her legs.]
DUCHESS: [muffled] Let go of me!
[Mac reappears, fully dressed.]
MAC: Let's roll!
[Mac dashes out. Bloo tries to follow while carrying Duchess—but accidentally slams her body into the door and drops her. Dizzy stars swirl above her head. Bloo quickly scoops her up again and hurries after Mac.]
Act 3[]
Scene 15: Mac's Apartment / Mac's Bedroom[]
[Terrence is playing a video game, when he notices Mac and Bloo carrying Duchess]
TERRENCE: What are you doofuses doing?
MAC: Can't talk. Don't want to move away from Bloo, so we gotta bring Duchess back to Foster's.
[Bloo blows a raspberry. Terrence is shocked at this, then turns angry]
TERRENCE: Not if I get there first.
[a chase scene ensues that ends with Terrence getting stuck in some wet cement; nevertheless, he still manages to beat Mac and Bloo to Foster's; he enters dramatically with a grim expression]
FRANKIE: What are you doing here?
TERRENCE: I know you think I'm a jerk, I know you hate me and normally you should never listen to a word I say. But hear my words, this is really, really important! Trust me...
(Interior. Office. Day.)
TERRENCE: It's an attack sent out for the sole purpose to get Duchess back into Foster's.
MR. HERRIMAN: How many?
TERRENCE: The two of them and her.
MR. HERRIMAN: How long?
TERRENCE: They'll be here by nightfall.
FRANKIE: You mean 4 or 5 minutes?
TERRENCE: Yeah...
MR. HERRIMAN: If they get Duchess through THAT door... (faces to the door) ...we're doomed.
MADAME FOSTER: [hits Mr. Herriman with her cane] What are you fretting about? What have they got? A boy, a blob and a banshee. And us? We got a house jammed packed with imaginary juice! There's no way they are getting through that front door.
MR. HERRIMAN: But how, Madam? How?
MADAME FOSTER: Do not get your cotton tail in a bunch. I've lived in this house long enough to know how to protect it. To the refrigerator!
DUCHESS: What on earth are we doing here? I HATE this dump.
MAC: Well, you can't stay in the apartment.
DUCHESS: I do not want to stay in that disgusting dump of an apartment, but I also do not want to go back to Foster's! Take me to France!
BLOO: Man, she's even a pain to save.
MADAME FOSTER: Yes, my imaginary friends, these three will be devoured by Foster's like bagels with lox! I say we shall outlast them all! We shall make this night one worthy of remembrance. [All the friends cheer] All right, my imaginary friends, to war!
ALL IMAGINARY FRIENDS: (following Madame Foster) To war!
MAC: Wha? How did they know we were coming?
BLOO: (making an reference to the Eye of Sauron in The Lord of the Rings) The mighty eye of Foster's sees all.
DUCHESS: (as she starts to melt) Am I to assume you did not bring an umbrella?
MADAME FOSTER: Give 'em no mercy. Because if Duchess returns, you ain't getting any from her!
(Hothouse tomatoes and Roma tomatoes attack Mac, Bloo and Duchess.)
BLOO: Ah! Attack of the killer tomatoes!
MAC: Run!
DUCHESS: Put me down. You are jiggling me too much.
MADAME FOSTER: Show them "what's up, Doc?" [a reference to Bugs Bunny and his tendency to eat carrots] (All imaginary friends use carrots to attack Mac and Bloo)
(Mac and Bloo drop Duchess in mud.)
DUCHESS: Mud! You've dropped my in mud! You two will pay for this!
MAC: (looks at the ladder) I have an idea.
(Mac and Bloo throw the ladder with Duchess on it up.)
DUCHESS: I am not barned to be raised. Get me down this instant. (Preparation Ape pushes Duchess) I did not mean like that-- Oy! (Making a reference to Cruella De Vil to Jasper and Horace in One Hundred and One Dalmatians) This is not working, you imbeciles.
MADAME FOSTER: Is this all you can stir up, Duchess? (Wally braces the doors)
(Granny Smith apples and Red Delicious apples attack Mac and Bloo)
MADAME FOSTER: Nobody will breach Foster's wall.
MR. HERRIMAN: Madame! The doors are about to be breached!
MADAME FOSTER: Wilt! Stop them!
[he does as told and sends a barrage of food onto the trio, knocking them onto the muddy lawn]
MAC: Goodbye, Bloo.
[Mac hugs Bloo]
BLOO: [also sad, hugs Mac back] Bye, pal.
[The foster's residents look sad]
MAC: If it's not too much trouble, Frankie, can you forward my postcards to Bloo's new home after he gets adopted?
FRANKIE: What? Where you goin'?
MAC: Oh, you know, Singapore.
ALL: Singapore?!
MAC: Yeah, my mom can't stand Duchess living next door to us anymore so we're moving to Singapore. Didn't Terrence tell you?
[Terrence, walking off, pauses when he overhears this. He exchanges glances and sees that everyone is angry at him for not telling them]
TERRENCE: Uh... um... as they say in Wisconsin... Sayonara! [runs away]
WILT: Oh, Mac... we're so sorry. We didn't know.
FRANKIE: We can't let you move away.
EDUARDO: We no allow it.
MADAME FOSTER: And if that means taking Duchess back, then OK. We will.
MAC AND BLOO: [happy again] Really?
MR. HERRIMAN: Under one condition.
MAC AND BLOO: Fine, anything.
DUCHESS: Alarm clock. Eyelids. Carry me to the...
MAC: We're on it! We're on it!
[Mac and Bloo are straining, while carrying Duchess]
MAC: Singapore's not that far away.
BLOO: Yeah, and I hear that they got great cheese in Wisconsin.
[Mac sighs, and Duchess whacks Bloo with a brush]
Post-Credits Scene[]
[The Applebees are playing cards on the dinner table.]
APPLEBEE DAUGHTER: Dad, do you have any eights?
MR. APPLEBEE: D'oh! [puts his card down on the table]
APPLEBEE DAUGHTER: Mom, do you have any fours?
MRS. APPLEBEE: Go Fish!
APPLEBEE DAUGHTER: Shoot!
[Silence]
MRS. APPLEBEE: [turns to somebody else] Do you have any twos? [brief silence] Duchess?
[It turns out to be a broomstick for a head, a sock for a nose, and a robe that the family made that to look like Duchess. It falls down on the floor.]
MR. APPLEBEE: [off-screen] Oh, Duchess, you're so funny.