Ep 6: Quiet Your Inner Judge

(bright music) (crowd cheering) If Lilly makes this penalty kick, her team will win the game. This is the stuff sports announcer voices like me live for. The crowd goes quiet... And she kicks it... (suspenseful music) Over the crossbar! Oh, bad day for Miss Singh. No! She ruined their shot at making the playoffs in front of everybody. Well, there goes our season. (teammate groaning) (melancholy music) (kids chuckling) Well, at least we know we can make other plans the weekend of playoffs. What? It's true. It sure is. And it's all Lilly's fault. Yo, inner sports announcer voice, the game is done, okay? You can go away. So, how are you feeling after the game today? Do you maybe want to- I don't wanna talk about it. Okay. But, well... Okay. Oh, hey, hey, have I ever shown you my secret talent? (Dad chuckling) (Lilly sighing) And she couldn't even make a shot with popcorn. What a failure. We'll call that a practice toss. Maybe give it another try. You know, one bad shot doesn't mean you're a bad popcorn tosser. Yes, I know my dad is trying to talk about soccer, not popcorn, but I won't take another shot at either thanks to that mean old sports announcer voice. (Lilly munching popcorn loudly) (Lillycorn gasping and grunting) Lillycorn! Glad you dropped in. Wanna play a game? Anything but soccer. Sock her? Never heard of it. We don't play a lot of sock games here. In fact, I think Pep's the only one who even wears socks. Hey, Poppy, you ever heard of- (ominous music) Uh, Poppy? Pop, buddy? You okay? The Poppy you want is not here. There is only me, Poppy. Huh? What In the actual frosting? Huh? Ugh, Poppy, you're such a screw up! I didn't know Poppy had a twin. Me neither, and I've known him my whole life. (Poppy whimpering and panting) So sorry. No, I don't have a twin or a triplet or a 16th-tuplet at last count. They're all me, or, I don't know, I just know I messed up royally. (Poppies chattering indistinctly) Oh, no, what have I done? What have you done? What have you done? Help! On it, Poppy. This seems a bit out of the ordinary, even for Unicorn Island. A bit? This is a 10-layer problem and I don't have the creamiest idea of what we can do to help! I mean, in my world, for a problem this huge, I would ask an adult for help. So maybe we could ask whatever the Unicorn Island version of that is. Uh, Dora help! Hey, there. Whoa, that is a lot of Poppies. They may all look like me, but I promise I am not one of them. There you are, Poppy. It looks like you've had an eventful day. Would you like to talk about what's going on? (Poppies chattering indistinctly) Excuse me, I'd like to hear from only the original Poppy. Ugh. You want the whole story?...