Whitty's Date Week/Transcript

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(The episode begins with Whitty recalling the events of Back-Alley Blitz)

Whitty (narrating): So...let me catch you up. Ever since that blue-haired kid made me rap battle him last year, it's been harder to hide. I guess screaming your backstory and just...screaming in general is kind of a dead giveaway...Lucky for me, my girl Carol kept poppin' in whenever things got too stressful. But I still couldn't get what that kid said out of my head, no matter how much I tried...I do sound like a broken thrift shop guitar, dang it! Oh yeah, and the whole "Dearests might help me" bit too. So, a couple of hours ago, we tried it.

(Carol and Whitty arrive at the Dearests' to ask for forgiveness. Whitty is a little nervous that the Dearests will still be mad at him, but Carol reassures him that he'll be fine.)

Carol: Alright, big guy, you got this!

(Whitty tries to knock, but can't get the Dearest to answer)

Whitty: Ughhh...

(Carol rings the doorbell for Whitty. Sure enough, Daddy Dearest and Mommy Mearest open the door and immediately recognize their former bomb-headed partner)

Mom: Whitmore?!

Dad: Ol' Bomb-Head?

(Whitty is overjoyed that they still recognize him, and they too are happy to see him again)

Whitty: You...remembered those old names?

Mom: Oh, we missed you so much, hon!

Dad: Yeah! Now, please go away forever!

Whitty: Huh?

Mom: Don't get me wrong. We'd love to talk things out with you, Whitmore, but at a safe distance. Preferably another state.

Dad: We didn't mind you detonatin' when we had nothin', but we're homeowners now!

Whitty (slightly embarrassed): Yeah, I get it. If I had a place like this, I wouldn't want me in it, either.

Dad: Don't tell me you're still on the streets, Bomb Head...

Mom: Don't tell me you're still on our streets, Whitmore...

Whitty: Yeah...Been on the run for longer than I can remember. A lotta people want this time bomb to stop tickin'.

Mom: Well, we can't have that happening...Tell you what. We'll set you up with a place far, far away from here, install a magically-enhanced security system to keep any natural and supernatural enemies out...

Dad: And fill the sucker with plenty of fish tanks to dunk yer ol' bomb head into if you feel like 'splodin'!

Mom: But...you can't ever set foot into this city again.

Whitty: How do I know you'll hold up your end?

Mom: A deal with a demon is magically binding. We literally can't cheat our way out of it, hon.

Dad: And neither can you.

Whitty: Nghhh, I dunno...

Carol: Whitty, I know it's not perfect, but this might be your only chance to stop running and start living! You should take it!

(Knowing that his deal is inevitable, Whitty hesitantly takes up the deal)

Dad: So, do we have a deal?

Whitty: ...Okay. Deal.

Mom: Wonderful! I'll have my demons start setting up your place. It'll take a bit, so we'll meet up at midnight. Go ahead and finish up any business you've got around town before then.

Dad: Bye bye, Bomby!

(The Dearests go back inside their mansion. Knowing that Whitty doesn't have much time left before he moves away for good, Carol decides to make the most of their time together)

Carol: This is great, Whitty! Just a few more hours 'til you're safe for good!

Whitty: Yeah! We can finally leave this dump!

Carol: Actually, I...gotta stay here. It's for my job. I'm sure you'll do great alone, though!

Whitty: Oh...Y-yeah...

(Whitty then realizes that his deal with the Dearest might have been a little mistake)

Whitty (narrating): As we walked away, I looked at her warm smile and realized the huge mistake I just made...When you spend so long with someone, you never really think about what you've got 'til you lose it. And she probably doesn't know how I feel about her to begin with...

(It is then revealed that Whitty was telling his story to his friend Hex on the basketball court)

Whitty: What am I s'posed to do now?

Hex: Hmm...You should ask her on a date! I am sure she will say "yes"! Or maybe "no". Or "I never want to see you again!" Or just a simple "maybe". Who knows? According to my databases on television date proposals, there is a thirty-three percent chance of each!

Whitty: What's the other one percent?

Hex: That one was a commercial for bananas. Hey, maybe she will give you bananas when you ask! Big winner!

Whitty: Thanks, Hex...I'll give it a try.

(Whitty goes over to Carol's house to ask her out on a date. He knocks on the door, and Carol's housemate and ex-girlfriend, Sunday, answers.)

Sunday: (yawns) Mail's early today...

Whitty: What the-? Who are you?

Sunday: Huh...? I didn't know the bomb I ordered for my protest of the Dearest oligarchy could walk and talk! Niiice...

(Just then, Carol appears)

Carol: (chuckles nervously) Classic Sunday! Always accidentally ordering things...that could get us arrested. Sorry, Mr. Delivery Man, this one's returning to sender, too.

(Suddenly, she notices Whitty)

Carol: Oh, it's you!

Sunday: You know the bomb?

Carol: Let's talk outside, Whitty.

(Carol steps outside to talk to Whitty)

Carol: So...what'cha here for?

Whitty: It's just that I...I...um...I was thinkin'...that maybe...um...I guess...i-if you want...

Carol: Need some help, big guy?

Whitty: I, uh...yeah?

(Without warning, Carol grabs Whitty by his bomb head)

Carol: May you be blessed with courage.

(Using her angel powers, Carol grants Whitty the courage to tell her what he wants)

Carol: Now, are you ready to tell me whatever you wanted to ask me before you run outta time to?

Whitty: (with his newfound courage) Oh, I just wanna spend the night out with you before I have to move away forever.

(Suddenly, Whitty snaps out of this state)

Whitty: Huh??? How'd you do that?!?!

Carol: Hahah! You're not the only one with secret techniques, you know.

Whitty: Really? Cool! Um, so, uh...you free at eight?

Carol: It's a date. Let's make your last night in town unforgettable! I know the fanciest, funkiest restaurant, so wear your Friday best, and I'll see you there....Whitmore.

(She playfully boops Whitty where one would regularly have a nose, causing him to blush like mad and pass out)

Whitty: N-nailed it...

(Later that night, Whitty arrives at the restaurant to meet up with Carol)

Whitty: Okay, here I am...I hope you weren't waiting too long, Carol. Aghh, I'm sorry...

Carol: You're nervous, aren't you? How about we sing a little song to calm you down?

Whitty: You wanna...sing? I-I really don't know about this...

(With that, the first song begins)

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Carol: Just relax... I came here just for you!

(Feeling a little hesitant at first, Whitty joins in)

Both: Sing this track And bid your woes adieu, Whitty.../That's somethin' I can do...

Carol: Feel any better?

Whitty: Least we're together...

Carol: For once, you don't have to run!

Whitty: I guess this is pretty fun...

Carol: No more jumpin' into back alleys!

Whitty: No more funkin' up my finales!

Carol: Your life is gonna be yours, once you get in that car You'll open a brand new door! So long, ex-rockstar!

Whitty (overlapping): I feel a little forlorn that I'm movin' so far

Carol: Come on, live in the present! Don't sweat it! You've got a lot of time to plan! Chill while ya can! No need to fear Just you and me up here tonight, dear! You'll do just fine on your own!

Whitty: When escape's all you know Goin' slow And takin' a breather, settlin' down in a new town Is sorta terrifying Carol, I ain't lyin'! How can I do this alone?

Carol: You won't be alone, phones exist, remember?

Whitty: Oh that's right, they do! Got one least December!

Carol: When you're stressin' out, call me and I got you! I'll be there to lend you a guiding hand!

Whitty (overlapping): Had so many doubts, but now I won't need to! You're the only one that understands...

Carol: In a month or two, you won't even need me!

Whitty: But bein' with you kinda makes me happy...

Carol: Bein' with you makes me happy too, dude... Whitty, are you blushing, look at you! So cute! That's the job that Carol does the best! Means a lot to hear on the spot! That once you're there... You still wanna prove how much you care!

Whitty (overlapping): It's a little hard to confess But... Spendin' time around you, I feel blessed! My best! Wanna keep on talkin' once I'm there! Even after I move away I'm gonna care!

Both: We're a perfect pair!

(The song ends)

Whitty: Wow, I said a lotta mushy stuff, huh? I must sound like a total dork...

Carol: Oh, Whitty, there's nothing wrong with talking about your feelings!

Whitty: Then I guess, I can admit, uh...

(Suddenly, the waiter appears)

Waiter: Hello, you two! Hope you're enjoying your time here at Fancy Funkers! Juuust wanted to remind you before you order that we require payment for your meals in advance. We take cash and Funkcoin investments.

Carol: Aw, funk, I forgot my purse in the rush to prepare. Can you cover for us tonight?

Whitty: I would, but I...uh...Spent almost everything I had on this suit. I'm not too rich, you know...

Carol: Hmm, I've got an idea. Give me that wallet.

(Whitty gives Carol his wallet and she ducks under the table to use her angel powers again)

Carol: May you be blessed with fortune.

(But just as she's about to bless Whitty with fortune, she realizes her powers are a little too loud)

Carol: Hey, not so loud! We're in public.

(Carol reserves her powers to give Whitty more money. She then gets back up to pay the waiter)

Carol: I think this should cover everything.

(The waiter investigates the money and notices something suspicious)

Waiter: Huh? What is this ancient, cryptic currency?

Carol: Oh come on! I told the Head Angel to update the stupid coins months ago!

Waiter: We're a restaurant, not a museum! GET OUT!

(Whitty and Carol are kicked out of the restaurant)

Post-Heartbass
Whitty: Carol...Thank you for everything, my sweet angel. I hope I'll see you again soon.