Strangers Episode Guide
18 - Dog Gone Blues
First Air Date:
January 7, 1987
Nielsen Rating: 17.9 HH
Description: Balki persuades Larry to keep a stray dog he brought home
from the pound. Now, if they can only keep the landlord from finding out.
Created by: Dale McRaven
Written by: John B. Collins
Directed by: Joel Zwick
Bronson Pinchot: Balki Bartokomous
Mark Linn-Baker: Larry Appleton
Ernie Sabella: Mr. Donald Twinkacetti
Tina Lifford: Mrs. Cooper
Ebonie Smith: Cooper girl
Ben Hoag: Cooper boy
Appearances: Dimitri is located on the table and see to the left of
Larryís head in the beginning of the episode. For the rest of the
episode Dimitri can be seen on the table dressed as a dogcatcher with a little
" . . . . we teach him save children from the burning building just like
"My little puppy dog Couscous was smart as two whips!"
"Now thatís the spirit of Ď76!"
"In a month, it will be third nature!"
"Why beat a dead dog?"
"Search to your heartís contempt!"
ridiculous: Said twice in this episode.
used in this episode:
"Balki, Balki, Balki . . . "
"Get out of the city!"
"Well, you got that right . . . "
"Oh po po . . . "
"Hi!" in stereo
Other running jokes
used in this episode:
Balki laughs at his own joke
The Dance of Joy, first done by Balki alone and then by Suprides
Balki and Larry sigh at the same time (done twice)
Balki cries to get something he wants
- The title of the episode is a play on words based
on the expression "doggone blues."
Suprides was played by a dog actor named Friday.
- Couscous was Balkiís childhood dog on Mypos.
Couscous is actually a Mediterranean pasta dish made from semolina that
originated in the Maghreb and is very popular among many different cultures.
- This episode marks one of the few times we
actually see the hallway outside the guys' apartment.
- Actress Ebonie Smith, who played the young Cooper
girl in this episode, would go on to play Penny Peyser in some episodes of Perfect
Strangers' spinoff show, Family Matters, where she played Laura's
best friend during the first season.
- A very cute semi-blooper was left in this episode when Balki asks
Surprides if he thinks they can pull off fooling Mr. Twinkacetti. The dog
looks offstage, waiting for a cue from his trainer. In that moment of
hesitation Bronson improvises the line "Heís thinking it over" until
the dog barks and they can continue.
The episode begins with an establishing shot of the apartment. We hear
Balki's voice saying, "All right, Cousin. Cover your eyes. I
have a surprise for you!" Inside the apartment, we see Larry standing
near the front door and covering his eyes as Balki leads him to the couch.
"You know I don't like surprises unless I know what they are," Larry
complains, "Now what is it?" "Oh Cousin, if I tell you it .
. . it won't be a surprise," Balki points out. "Oh, Balki!"
Larry whines. "Okay, I give you a hint," Balki says, as they sit
down together, "Uh, it's bright green, it . . . it . . . it hangs from a
tree . . . and it's twenty-four feet long." Balki laughs at his own
joke and then gets up to get the surprise as Larry sits on the couch, his eyes
still covered, and thinks about it. "Bright green . . . hangs
from a tree . . . and it's twenty-four feet long," Larry repeats.
Balki opens the bathroom door and a dog runs out and jumps onto the couch,
surprising Larry. "Oh!" Larry says, and he starts to laugh
"Itís a dog!" Balki announces
needlessly. "Well, it certainly is," Larry agrees, petting the
dog. "My hints threw you off, huh?"
Balki asks. "Yes, way off," Larry nods. "Isn't he
great?" Balki asks. "Yes," Larry smiles. "His
name is Suprides," Balki explains. "Suprides?" Larry
repeats. "Very good," Balki praises Larry's pronunciation.
"Well, that's a very pretty name," Larry says, "What does it
mean?" "It means dog," Balki says flatly. "It
means dog?" Larry asks. "Well, of course it does. Don't be
ridiculous," Balki says, "What did you think Iíd call him?
Table?" Balki laughs at his own joke. "Well, he's a very
cute dog," Larry smiles, "Who does he belong to?"
"Cousin, thatís the great part!" Balki explains, "He belong to
us! Now I am so happy, I do the Dance of Joy!" Balki does the
Dance of Joy by himself into the kitchen as Larry, looking concerned, gets up
and follows him. "Yeah, uh, Balki? Did I miss something?
When I left this morning I didn't own half a dog." "Well, you're
a richer man today," Balki notes, taking two frozen dinners from the
freezer and carrying them to the kitchen table.
"You're gonna love this," Balki
begins, "The other day I am on my lunch hour, taking a walk, and I see this
little dog taking a walk. It must have been his lunch hour, too. So,
I wanted to have lunch with him." Balki is taking the frozen dinners
out of the boxes
and asks, "You want the, uh . . . spaghetti or the meat loaf?"
"Meat loaf," Larry replies. Balki looks sad and says, "I
want the meat loaf." "All right, I'll have the spaghetti,"
Larry gives in. "'kay," Balki smiles, and he pops the dinners
into the oven as he continues his story, "Anyway, em . . . before I could
ask him to lunch a man comes up in a prison truck and jumps out and arrests
him." "Don't tell me," Larry says, "You followed them
to the pound?" "Did I tell you this story?" Balki asks.
"No, no you didn't," Larry assures him. "Well, I didn't
think so," Balki continues, setting plates and silverware on the table
before going back to the couch, "So, em . . . I followed them to the dog
prison and, eh . . . they tell me that if nobody comes to claim him that he
could be ours. So today I went back and nobody claim him and they give him
to me! Isn't that wonderful? And so now he's ours and he comes to
live here with us and we . . . we take him to the park . . . "
"Wait," Larry tries to
interrupt. "And we teach him to fetch . . . " "Wait,
wait," Larry says. " . . . and catch . . . and . . . and we
teach him to save children from the burning building just like Lousy!"
"Lassie," Larry corrects, "Let's . . . let's go back to that part
where he's going to live here with us. He's a very nice dog but, Balki, I
don't see how we can keep him." Suprides lowers his head and looks
sad. "Oh . . . don't . . . don't talk like that in front of
him," Balki says, "You hurt his little feelings." "Uh,
excuse us, Suprides," Larry says, and he takes Balki by the arm and leads
him up from the couch and takes him aside. "Balki . . . "
Balki orders Suprides to stay in Myposian. "Balki . . . Balki, Balki,
Balki," Larry sighs, "Have you given any thought at all to what's
involved in having a dog?" "Well, of course I have. Don't
be ridiculous," Balki scoffs. "Balki, we don't even know if he's
housebroken," Larry points out. "Ah!" Balki scoffs, "I
can train him. I'm good at that. I'm a sheepherder. Of course,
you canít train a sheep, theyíre dumb as a rock."
"We're both ignoring the biggest
problem," Larry continues, "We can't keep Suprides because our lease
forbids us to have
pets." "Get out of the city!" Balki cries.
"Yes," Larry nods. "How could anyone not allow
animals?" Balki asks. "Balki, Twinkacetti evicted the last
tenants for having pets," Larry explains, "Do you want that to happen
to us?" "No, but . . . Cousin . . . don't make me take him
back," Balki pleads, "I had, when I was a little boy, I have a dog on
Mypos called Couscous and he grows up with me and he tends sheep with me and
before you he was my best friend!" Balki walks back to the couch to
sit with Suprides. "And when I came to America, I have to leave him
behind. And . . . and now I have a dog again." "Well,
Balki, I know how you feel," Larry assures him, taking a seat on the end
table, "I had a dog back in Madison. Spot. I named him myself.
Yeah, he showed up on our front door one winter, half frozen, the poor little
fella. We thawed him out and nursed him back to health. I taught him
to bring me the paper. Spot was smart as a whip."
my little puppy dog Couscous was smart as two whips," Balki brags, moving
to sit on the arm of the couch next to the table where Larry is sitting,
"In the morning he used to bring me my sandals." "When Spot
fetched the paper he used to bring us each the section we wanted," Larry
counters. "When we wanted news, Couscous used to drag home the
village gossip," Balki tops Larry. "Spot could read the
paper," Larry boasts. "Couscous could play the mandolin!"
Balki counters. "Spot did my taxes," Larry brags. Balki
scoffs at this, crying, "Oh, Bullwinkle!" "All right, all
right, he didn't do my taxes," Larry admits, "but he was one of the
all-time great dogs." "Oh Cousin," Balki says
sympathetically. "I miss him," Larry sighs. "Cousin,
wouldn't it be great to have a dog again?" Balki asks, walking over to
kneel next to Suprides. Larry looks down at Suprides as he gets up and
walks across the couch to Larry, placing his head on Larry's knee.
Larry starts to pet him, saying,
"Yes, you like that don't you?" Balki watches hopefully.
"Yes, you do. Yes . . . yes, yes. No . . . no,
no, no," Larry gets serious again, "The bottom line is our lease
forbids it. We'll have to take him back." "But Cousin, the
man at the dog prison says that the dogs that nobody wants are . . . "
Balki covers Suprides ears with his hands and then whispers, " . . . put to
sleep. And . . . and if . . . if we take him back this dog is a dead
duck." "Well," Larry thinks, "maybe we could work it
out. And Twinkacetti's not that hard to fool." "Well, you
got that right," Balki agrees, "He hired us!" "All
right, if we're gonna break the rules we have to do it right," Larry says,
"We'll have to work the dog's schedule around Twinkacetti's, make sure
there's no tell-tale doggy signs around the apartment. Yeah . . . yeah . .
. I think we could do it. What do you think?" "I think we
can do it," Balki agrees, then he asks Suprides, "What do you
think?" Suprides hesitates and Balki notes, "He's thinking it
over." Suprides barks. "He says he thinks we can do
it!" Balki states. Suprides barks again. "What's he say
now?" Larry asks. "Ah, well . . . how should I know?" Balki
asks, "Heís a dog!"
One week later Larry and Suprides are in
the apartment. Larry walks from the kitchen carrying a bowl of potato
chips and a
soda. "Okay, Suprides. Snack time, buddy," Larry says,
sitting on the couch next to Suprides, "Here we go. I got your
favorites . . . sour cream and onion. Huh? Like one of these?"
Larry picks up a chip and holds it up, coaxing Suprides to speak, "What do
you say?" Suprides barks and Larry gives him the chip.
"Yes, good," Larry praises, then adds, "Donít tell Balki I give
you these." Balki suddenly bursts through the front door, calling,
"Cousin! Mr. Twinkacetti's coming!" "All right,"
Larry says, jumping up from the couch, "All right!" Balki is
jumping up and down nervously by the door. "Don't panic!" Larry
urges, then he switches off the TV using the remote and states, "Code
red!" They immediately jump into action, following a well-rehearsed
drill. Larry picks up a can of spray deodorizer and a bag of dog food from
the kitchen table and sprays the room as he crosses to the phone stand, sticking
the bag inside.
Balki opens the living room window and
throws Suprides' bed out onto the fire escape. Larry sprays the room again
as Balki runs
past, running right into the spray and collapsing to the floor. Balki
recovers and gets up, running to the chair by the fireplace. "Dust
sucker!" Larry calls. Balki throws a handheld vacuum to Larry, who
proceeds to vacuum the couch to get rid of the dog hairs. Balki picks up
Suprides food and water bowls from in front of the fireplace and carries them to
the desk. Balki turns to Larry and calls, "Dust sucker!" as
Larry throws the vacuum back to him and he closes the desk to hide everything.
Larry then runs to the couch and leads Suprides by the collar to the closet,
coaxing him with, "Come on. Here we go . . . here we go . . . "
Balki holds the closet door open for them as Larry leads Suprides inside.
Balki closes the door, looking satisfied. He finally realizes he has
closed Larry into the closet as well. "Uh oh," Balki sighs, and
he takes hold of the door handle and braces himself before opening the door,
releasing an angry Larry.
Larry can say anything they hear Mr. Twinkacetti calling out from the hallway,
"All right, tenants! Listen up!" We see Mr. Twinkacetti
standing next to a light fixture as he calls, "Here's the new light bulb
for the hall. Try to make this one last!" He walks away, wiping
his face with his tie. Larry and Balki breath heavily at the door, then
let out a simultaneous sigh of relief. "I don't know if we can pull
this off," Larry says worriedly, "Sooner or later we're gonna get
caught." "Cousin, relax," Balki says, opening the closet
door and leading Suprides back to the couch, "If we're careful, Mr.
Twinkacetti never find Suprides. Come on, Suprides."
"Something'll go wrong," Larry sighs, "Something always goes
wrong when I break the rules." "We won't get caught," Balki
assures him, "You are a great planner. "I am?" Larry asks.
"You are," Balki confirms, "Your code red was brilliant."
"It was pretty good, wasn't it?" Larry smiles. "Yes,"
well, I'm not worried about us," Larry says, "I mean, we're dealing
with a dog here. He could make a mistake." "No, no,"
Balki argues, "Not Suprides. This is the smartest dog in America.
Okay, Suprides . . . let's go show Cousin Larry what you learned in only one
week. Come on . . . come on . . . " Balki leads Suprides from
the couch to the middle of the open floor and orders him to sit, which Suprides
does. Balki reaches into his pocket for a treat, holding it up for
Suprides to see. "Okay," Balki says, then motions for Suprides
to lie down in Myposian, "Zagda. Now we are so happy, we do the Dance
of Joy. Up!" Balki sings the Dance of Joy as he motions for
Suprides to stand on his hind paws and spin around in a dance. Once done,
Balki gives Suprides the treat. "Oh po po," Balki says happily
as he picks up Suprides and sets him on the couch again, "He's a smart dog.
You see, there's nothing to worry about. Between the three of us we can
pull this off."
"Balki, this whole thing makes me
very nervous," Larry complains. "But Cousin, when you're not
being nervous, don't you just
love Suprides?" Balki asks. Suprides barks. "See?"
Balki asks, "He says he loves you, too." "Oh, now you can
understand him?" Larry asks. "When he barks clearly!" Balki
insists. "Oh ho," Larry scoffs, "Well, he is a wonderful
dog. He's worth a little inconvenience." "Now thatís the
spirit of Ď76!" Balki smiles. "We'll just do what mankind has
done for centuries when faced with a challenge," Larry says, "Weíll
adapt. In a week, this will all seem second nature." "In a
month, it will be third nature!" Balki adds. "Balki . . . let's
take our dog for a walk," Larry suggests. "In the fresh
air!" Balki adds. "Proudly!" Larry adds. "With
dignity!" says Balki. "Let's go," Larry says, and he
reaches over and picks up two ski masks, giving one to Balki. They put
them on, hiding their faces. "Now remember," Larry says,
"When we get to the corner, you and Suprides get in the dumpster and I'll
push you to the park." As they exit the apartment via the fire
escape, the scene fades to black.
Act two begins in the apartment at a later
time. Suprides waiting beside the front door, holding his leash in his
teeth and sitting
up on his back paws. Balki and Larry enter, to find him and immediately
start petting him. "Yeah, he wants to go for his walk, doesn't he?
Yes!" Larry asks. We see Mr. Twinkacetti walking up to their door in
the hallway and pounding in it angrily. "All right you deadbeats,
open up!" he yells. "The bedroom! The bedroom!" Larry
motions, and Balki grabs the leash and leads Suprides into Larry's bedroom.
"Uh, Mr. Twinkacetti! What brings you up here?" Larry asks.
"You owe me rent!" Mr. Twinkacetti yells, "Open up!"
Larry turns to Balki, who has returned to the living room. "He came
for the rent! Didn't you pay it?" "No, you pay the
rent!" Balki replies. "I gave you the check!" Larry says.
"No, you didn't!" Balki insists. "I'm getting ticked off
out here!" Mr. Twinkacetti growls. Larry grabs his checkbook and
starts scribbling out the check, calling through the door, "Okay, I'm
writing the check right now! Just a slight oversight. Now that's two
'Ts' in Twinkacetti, isn't it?"
Suprides barks in the bedroom. Mr.
Twinkacetti hears it and tries to open the door, but it's locked.
"Okay," Larry says, tearing
out the check and opening the door just a crack, "Here we go, yes.
Here's the check. I'm sorry I can't ask you in. I'm contagious.
I have . . . rickets." Mr. Twinkacetti forces his way into the
apartment, scowling, "What you got is a dog in here. I heard
it!" Larry laughs, saying, "We donít have a dog, thatís
against our leash . . . lease." Larry notices that the door of the
phone stand is slightly open and slyly moves to close it but Twinkacetti catches
him and reaches inside, pulling out the hidden bag of dog food. "Then
what are you doing with this?" Mr. Twinkacetti asks. "That's
mine," Larry says, taking the bag. "Yours? You eat
that?" Twinkacetti asks skeptically. "Oh yes, it's very
nutritious," Larry covers, opening the bag, "No additives, no
preservatives. Chock full of vitamins. Yeah, uh . . . you should eat
this well." "Why donít you have a snack right now?" Mr.
Twinkacetti suggests. Cornered, Larry eats the dry dog food, pretending to
enjoy it. "Mmm, this is delicious," he feigns, "And if
youíre a gravy lover, you just add water!"
Balki comes out of Larryís bedroom
wearing Larryís robe, which is much too small for him, a makeshift ascot and
carrying a book
which he pretends to be reading. He overacts being surprised that
Twinkacetti is there, faking a sophisticated accent. "Mr. Twinkacetti,
you catch me unawares!" Twinkacetti rolls his eyes at this display .
. . heís not buying it for a minute. "Cousin? Guests?
Why you didn't tell me?" Balki continues the act. "I was just
telling Mr. Twinkacetti about our nutrition program," Larry says, "Balki
turned me on to this." Balki looks confused and asks,
"What?" Larry shoves a handful of dry dog food into Balki's
mouth, explaining, "Iím just explaining to Mr. Twinkacetti why we have
dog food in the house but no dog." Balki forces a smile as he eats
it. "Would you care to join us for dinner?" Larry asks Mr.
Twinkacetti, holding the bag out for him. "Itís nothing
fancy," Balki adds. Mr. Twinkacetti walks to the couch and finds a
clump of white dog hair, which he holds up, shouting, "Ah ha! Dog
hair?" Larry asks, then laughs, "Balki, he thinks that's dog
hair." Balki laughs as well and they sigh simultaneously at the end.
"We were entertaining a . . . couple
of young ladies last night," Larry explains. "They shed,"
Balki explains, then adds,
"Norwegian." Mr. Twinkacetti rolls his eyes and cries, "Oh,
puh-lease!" There is a scratching sound from the bedroom and the door
moves slightly. "Whatís in the bedroom?" Twinkacetti asks.
"Nothing," Larry says. "My girlfriend," Balki answers.
"Nothing but his girlfriend . . . girlfriend," Larry corrects himself,
then adds, "Inga." Twinkacetti makes a dash for the door but
Larry and Balki catch him and pull him back into the living room.
"Mr. Twinkacetti, you have no right to invade our privacy!" Larry
exclaims. "You can't just barge in here and search our
apartment!" Balki agrees. "I have every right," Mr.
Twinkacetti insists, "I'm the landlord!" As he says this, Larry
sees Suprides sneak out of his bedroom and run out the front door. Larry
motions to Balki that the coast is clear. "Well, we're the tenants
and we have . . . uh, on the other hand . . . why beat a dead dog? Search
to your heart's contempt!" Balki offers suddenly. "Be our
guest," Larry agrees, also motioning to the bedroom as Balki is doing.
Mr. Twinkacetti runs into Larry's bedroom to search.
"Why did you make me eat dog
food?" Balki asks. "I had to," Larry says, "Why are
you wearing my clothes?" "Don't change the subject!" Balki
argues, and he and Larry talk over each other until Mr. Twinkacetti returns and
they see him. "Hi," they smile
together, trying to act innocent. "Your girlfriend seems to have
disappeared," Mr. Twinkacetti notes. "Well, she's very
shy," Balki explains, "She probably jumped out the window."
"Guys, guys!" Mr. Twinkacetti moans with frustration, "I know you
got a dog in here! And when I find it you either get it outta here
or you're outta here!" "Seems fair," Larry smiles
uncomfortably. Mr. Twinkacetti turns and leaves as Balki offers,
"Thank you so much for dropping by." Mr. Twinkacetti slams the
door behind him. "How did Suprides get out of the bedroom?"
Larry asks Balki. "Well, he opened the door," Balki explains.
"But . . . I know that. How did he open the door?" Larry asks.
"I taught him how to do it with his teeth," answers Balki.
"Well, unless you taught him how to hail a cab I suggest we go get
him," Larry sighs. They open their front door to find Mr. Twinkacetti
holding Suprides by his collar. "Get rid of Inga," Mr.
Twinkacetti warns sternly, and he lets the dog go and walks away.
Some time later, Balki is sitting on the
couch with Suprides, looking sad. "Don't worry, Suprides. I
don't let Mr. Twinkacetti take
you away. I think of something." After a moment, he asks,
"You have any ideas?" When Suprides doesnít answer, Balki
sighs, "Me neither." Larry enters the apartment and says, "Balki?
How you doin'?" "Cousin, I can't talk right now," Balki
says, "I have to think of a way to keep Suprides." "Balki,
Mr. Twinkacetti said Suprides had to be out by today," Larry reminds him.
"Cousin, we have 'til midnight," Balki points out. "Well, I
think I came up with something," Larry says, "I went to an
organization that finds homes for animals." "Cousin, I told you
I don't want you to do that," Balki notes. "Well, I think I
found the right family for Suprides," Larry explains, "You'll like the
Coopers." Balki gets up from the couch. "Cousin, how can
you think of sending Suprides to a family you don't even know?"
"I talked to the Coopers for a long time," Larry assures him,
"They took me out to their place. It's a farm with trees and meadows
and a brook. And they've got two kids who are just dying for a dog.
And theyíre right downstairs. Why donít you just meet them?"
I don't want to meet them," Balki sighs, sitting back down next to Suprides.
"Balki, I don't think living in an apartment is good for Suprides,"
Larry points out, "He's cooped up all day . . . he can't get out . . . he
can't meet other dogs . . . he canít date." "But we donít
date and weíre okay," Balki points out. "Balki, forcing a dog
to live like us is inhuman. I think heíll be happier on a farm."
"How could he be happy without me?" Balki asks. Larry is very
gentle as he sits on the end table and explains, "Balki, I know this is
painful for you but I think maybe you're thinking more about what's good for you
than what's good for him." Balki thinks about this for a moment, then
asks, "They have a farm?" "With sheep," Larry adds.
"Sheep?" Balki smiles, "I think Suprides would like sheep,"
Balki admits. "Can I get the Coopers?" Larry asks.
"Yes," Balki nods. Larry walks out the door, leaving Balki and
Suprides alone on the couch.
you hear that, Suprides?" Balki asks, "Cousin Larry has found you a
new home. And he says you'll like it. And Cousin Larry don't lie.
He says it's got a lot of trees and a meadow and a brook and a lot of children
to play with and, uh . . . and some sheep to chase just like Couscous does on
Mypos." Suprides lays his head on Balki's knee. Balki continues
emotionally. "I donít want you to go . . . but I didnít rescue
you from the prison truck to keep you locked in an apartment all day. And
I'll come to see you so you donít forget me. And maybe some day I have a
farm and you can come to visit me and run in my fields and play with me and . .
. nobody takes you away from me ever again. So, if you like the Coopers
and . . . and you want to go to their farm and wait for me then show me
something . . . show me a sign and then Iíll be okay." Balki gives
Suprides a hug.
Larry returns with Mrs. Cooper and her two
children, a young boy and girl. "Oh, look! What a beautiful
dog!" Mrs. Cooper smiles. The
kids start to play with Suprides, who takes to them right away. "Balki,
this is Mrs. Cooper," Larry introduces. "Hello, Balki,"
Mrs. Cooper says, shaking his hand. "Hello," Balki smiles.
"Can we pet the dog?" the little girl asks Balki. "Of
course you can," Balki says. "Here boy," the boy says,
hugging Suprides. "Well, Suprides seems to like the kids," Larry
notes. "Can we keep him, mom?" the boy asks, "He's the
neatest dog in the whole world!" "Can we, please?" the girl
begs. Mrs. Cooper looks to Balki for an answer. "Well, Balki,
it's up to you," Larry says. "Well, that's up to Suprides,"
Balki says, fighting back his emotions, "Suprides . . . what do you
say?" Suprides barks and does the Dance of Joy. "He says
yes, so I say yes," Balki states. "Oh thank you," the
little girl says, giving Balki a hug. "You're welcome," Balki
replies, reaching over to get Suprides leash to give to them, "Now, you
take good care of him. He likes to be scratched right here."
Balki shows them where to scratch.
"And uh . . . he likes sour cream and
onion potato chips," Balki adds quietly, thinking it's a secret from Larry.
"We'll take good
care of him," Mrs. Cooper promises, "And you can come visit him any
time you want." "Thank you," Balki replies. Balki
kneels down and says, "Bye, bye, Suprides," as Suprides licks his
face. Balki sits on the couch and buries his face in his hands.
"Come on, kids, let's go," Mrs. Cooper says. "Come on,
boy," the boy calls Suprides. The kids thank them and they leave.
Larry says, "Bye bye," and closes the door, then sits next to Balki on
the couch. "I feel bad," Balki sighs. "Well, I'm
sorry we had to give up Suprides, too," Larry sighs. "No, I feel
bad because I'm a selfish person," Balki explains. "Oh, no
you're not," Larry argues, "When you realized what was best for
Suprides you did it. And Iím proud of you." "You
are?" Balki sniffs. "You bet I am," Larry confirms.
"Well, then I feel better," Balki says, "Cousin, someday can we
have . . . can we have a little pet?"
sure, I guess we could get something like a hamster or a fish," Larry says.
"I want a fish!" Balki says excitedly. "Well, all right,
one of these days we'll go to the pet store . . . " "No, I want
to go today," Balki says. "No," Larry says. "I
want go today!" Balki insists. "No, we can't go today,"
Larry says. "I want go today!" Balki cries. "Oh no,
Balki!" Larry moans, then gives in, "All right, all right."
"Okay," Balki smiles. "We'll go today," Larry agrees,
"We'll get one fish. And I get to name it." They get up
and start for the door. "But Cousin, just the one fish?" Balki
asks, "He's going to get lonely." "Two fish, thatís
it," Larry says, "And you clean the bowl." Balki grabs his
jacket from the chair and asks, "Can we get the little diver with the
bubbles?" "No, we can't get the little diver with the
bubbles," Larry argues. "Can we get that sticky stuff that . . .
" Balki continues to ask as they walk out the door.
on to the next episode . . .