Bea Oh, oh oh
What can I say?
I'm just a touchdown girl!
Oh, oh oh
Dance in my way
Travel in the street I know
Just feeling the flow
The fakes of the trees,
And all that I need.
Bring a smile to my face.
Oh, oh oh
I love to live in this place!
Freshwater, Is my home town
I have the place that I always want to be.
Freshwater, Is my home town
The place for me!
(The song ends. Scene cuts to Bea's house.)
Bea: (enters the house) Hey, family! I'm home!
Mrs. Goldfishberg: Oh, honey, your father has big news!
Mr. Goldfishberg: We're moving!
(Bea falls onto the ground. Scene cuts to Oscar and Milo's house.)
Oscar and Milo: No!
Bea: Yes!
Oscar and Milo: No!
Bea: (teary-eyed) Yes!
Oscar and Milo: (they hug Bea) No!
Bea: (sobbing) Yes!
Bea, Oscar, and Milo: (sobbing) No!
Bea: It's real, guys. Dad got a new job at Fish Phoenix and we move in two days!
Oscar: But Fish Phoenix is a million miles away.
Milo: And all of your friends are here.
Bea: I know I really don't wanna move, but nothing you say could change their minds.
Oscar: There's gotta be something we can do.
Milo: Okay, okay, okay. What if we hit your parents on the head and give them amnesia.
Oscar: Or you could marry me. They can't seperate a husband and wife, right?
(Bea is confused)
Oscar: I mean, uh, who said that?
Bea: (sighs) I just wish that Dad could get a better job here, and we wouldn't have to move.
Milo: Oh, oh! I got it, I got it! Your dad can work for us at our company!
Oscar: Oh, yeah, that's a great idea!
Bea: Yeah! Wait, what? You guys don't have a company.
Oscar: Well...
Milo: We never told anyone this before, but when we were kids...
Oscar: We used to play office.
Milo: Remember, Oscy? I was the mean old boss man, and you were my hot to truck secretary.
Oscar: (chuckles) Do I ever remember.
(Flashback to Oscar and Milo as toddlers and playing office.)
Oscar (toddler): Here's that memo you requested, Mr. Fishtooth.
Milo (toddler): Ta ta ta. Thank you, Mrs. Whiggins. Nice shoes.
(Flashback ends. Oscar and Milo are laughing.)
Milo: Good times!
Oscar: Good like that.
Bea: Okay, I'm lost.
Milo: No, no, no, it's perfect. We'll use what we know from our fake experience where we open our fake office and hire yo daddy!
Bea: Okay, well that's "A" plan, I don't if it's "B" plan, but I don't really have a better one, and I really don't wanna move, so let's just go with it for now until we think of something that's not as dumb.
Milo: Bring that skirt, Mrs. Whiggins. We got a fake office to run!
(Scene cuts to the Fake Factory with everyone except Bea dressed in office outfits.)
Bea: All right, here's the deal, guys, Jumbo bought a bunch of boxes in the dumpster, so that's what we are, a box factory. Any questions?
Shellsea: Uh, yeah, this isn't gonna work.
Finberley: It has to work, you can't move away. Uhguh!
Bea: If anyone just does exaclty what I told them, my dad will totally believe he's got a real job here.
Milo: Speaking of real, how about getting me some real coffee, Mrs. Whiggins!
Oscar: (gives Milo some coffee) Just like old times.
Oscar and Milo: (laughing)
(We hear Mr. Goldfishberg singing.)
Bea: Ahh, here he comes!
(Bea hides in a box...)
Bea: Places, everyone!
(... and punches the box to make two holes. Mr. Goldfishberg enters.)
Mr. Goldfishberg: Well, howdy doodie, miss! Say, you look just like my daughter's friend.
Shellsea: No, I don't.
Mr. Goldfishberg: No, the resemblance is uncanny.
Shellsea: I said no!
(Mr. Goldfishberg looks confused.)
Milo: Oh, gosh, he knows!
Bea: Oscar, do something!
(Oscar walks over to Mr. Goldfishberg.)
Oscar: Oh, there you are, Mr. Goldfishberg! Mr. Fishtooth will see you know. Thank you, Carol!
Shellsea: Aaaaand it's time for my fake break. (puts an "Out to Lunch" picture on the wall and leaves.)
Bea: Please, please, please let this work.
Oscar: La, la, la, la, la, I'm a hot to truck secretary.
Milo: Here comes the boss, here comes the boss!
Oscar: Mr. Fishtooth, meet Mr. Goldfishberg.
Milo: I like the cut of your jib, you're hired!
Mr. Goldfishberg: Whoa, slow down there. If I'm gonna work here, you gotta at least tell me what kind of job this is. I mean what do you sell?
Milo: Uh.. Well you tell me, what do you think we sell here?
Mr. Goldfishberg: Uh, I see some boxes.
Milo: Give this man a job, you've got good eyes, we sell boxes. Mrs. Whiggins, why don't you show Mr. Goldfishberg everything we have here... at a real company... which is real... and not fake.
(Close up on Bea.)
Bea: Okay, so far, so good.
(Cut bcak to Oscar and Mr. Goldfishberg.)
Oscar: This would be your cubicle.
Mr. Goldfishberg: An office with a view? How lucky am I!
Oscar: (chuckles) Oh, Mr. Goldfishberg, you're such a card. (gives Mr. Goldfishberg a peice of paper) Now here's a list of our clients. Just call them up and sell them some boxes. (walks away chuckling)
(Mr. Goldfishberg types in a phone number. Cut to Oscar and Milo's room with Finberley, Esmargot, and Clamantha. Finberley's phone rings.)
Finberley: Oh, that must Bea's dad. (answers) Uh, hello, this is Fincorp.
Mr. Goldfishberg: Hello, sir. I'm calling today to see if you're interested in purchasing some boxes.
Finberley: Yes, I would like to buy one box please. Okay, I love you, bye. (declines call and facepalms) Oh, why did I say that?
(Cut back to Mr. Goldfishberg.)
Mr. Goldfishberg: Oh, boy! Mr. Fishtooth, I made my first sale!
Milo: Stupendous! Mrs. Whiggins, the man made a sale!
Oscar: Oh ho ho ho!
(Scene cuts to Oscar and Milo's room. Clamantha's phone rings and she answers.)
Clamantha: This is Clamantha. How many boxes you want?
Esmargot: No, Clamantha, you're buying the boxes.
Clamantha: Uh, but why do I need a box for?
Esmargot and Finberley: Just say it! Buy the box!
Clamantha: NO, I DON'T WANT ANY!
(The girls continue to argue as Mr. Goldfishberg looks confused.)
Clamantha: ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT! (calm) I'll have a box.
Mr. Goldfishberg: Sold another one!
Milo: You on fire!
Oscar: Oh my!
(Balloons and confetti start to appear.)
Mr. Goldfishberg: (laughs) Wow! This is so much fun!
(Scene cuts to Mr. Goldfishberg and Milo.)
Mr. Goldfishberg: You got a beautiful factory here. Glad to be part of the team!
Bea: Okay, great! We got through the whole day without my dad figuring it out, and now just need to-
Mr. Goldfishberg: Say, would you join me for family dinner tonight?
Bea: What? No!
Milo: Why yes I would!
Bea: Why'd you say yes?
Milo: Because I was hungry.