[humming]
Yikes!
I need a brush.
Excuse-me, uh, Gramsy.
Sorry, Ellen.
[squeaks]
[Gramsy] Hey, where's the water?
Charlie, wanna give Gramsy a paw?
-[cat meowing] -[water splashing]
Thanks, Charlie.
Now, where is that towel of mine?
-[cat meowing] -[Gramsy laughs]
[Ellen laughs]
Maybe we should take turns.
Genius!
[Ellen chuckles]
♪ Tu tu tu du du du du ♪
Ow! Thanks.
Sweet, Becky.
[playing trumpet]
Yeah, Freckle.
[all] Little!
[all] Ellen!
Gramsy!
♪ Tu tu tu du du du ♪
-[children reading] -[Ellen] That's me!
[Ellen reading]
[playing drums]
Whatcha doing, kiddos?
I'm painting my latest masterpiece.
It's called "The Two Beckys".
Wow! Spitting image.
I've got a whole series of them.
[playing drums]
And I'm practicing my drum solo.
[playing drums]
Rock on!
And I'm working on my latest fashion invention.
I call them Fetters, they're sweaters for your feet.
Aren't those just... socks?
Uh! No way!
They are so different from socks.
See?
Hmm.
You kids sure are busy in here.
Think there's room for one more?
Got to practice my sun-salutations.
-Of course. -Salute that sun!
Do your thing, Gramsy.
[playing drums]
Ah! [exhales]
[drips]
Sorry, Gramsy.
That's alright. [chuckles]
Ah! [exhales]
Huh? Becky, Can you do that later?
I'm kind of in the middle of something.
Sorry, Gramsy. You were just sitting so still. Like a mannequin.
[gasps] No! A Gram-equin.
Hmm!
[playing drums]
[Gramsy screams]
-Freckle! -Oh! Sorry!
Did you want me to wait until you were done?
Or, I could play something else?
Like a calming clarinet concerto.
-[playing clarinet] -Mmm-hmm.
-Or, some peaceful piccolo. -[playing piccolo]
Mmm-hmm.
Or, something nice on my trombone.
-[breathes deeply] -[car honks]
Huh! That's weird.
My trombone's never made that noise before.
[car honks]
Finally!
Kids, meet me in the back yard.
I got a surprise for you three.
[all] Surprise! Awesome! Cool!
[all laughing]
I wonder what the surprise is.
I bet it's a private concert with the legendary saxophone player, Funky Chunk.
[playing saxophone]
-[Becky] Or, maybe it's a baby unicorn. -[horse whinnies]
[Ellen] Or maybe it's legendary saxophone player, Funky Chunk, riding a baby unicorn.
[sighing wistfully]
[car honks]
[engine whirring]
Just a little more.
And stop.
[door slams]
[coughs] Special... delivery.
Well, it's not a cuddly-wuddly baby unicorn.
Or my personal musical hero.
It's better. I get to drive a car.
Uh, no.
This old thing has been around the block more times than me.
But it's all yours.
-Your very own clubhouse. -[Freckle gasps]
[Ellen gasps]
What a dream!
I can work with this.
And it's here to stay.
I doubt we'd ever even get it started again.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some downward dogging to do in peace.
Namaste!
[children laugh]
[Ellen] Behind this door is a world of possibility.
An amazing place where anything can happen.
-Ooh! The suspense. -Open it! Open it! Open it!
Behind this door is...
A whole lot of nothing.
This bus needs some, serious decorating.
You could say that again.
This bus needs some serious decorating.
You could say that again.
This bus needs some serious decorating!
Come on, let's get to it.
Unless you want me to say it again,
-You could say that-- -No!
[both laugh]
-Cool rug, Becky. -Thanks.
And look, it totally matches the colors in Ellen's awesome painting.
Yep. And Freckle, great idea to bring in your record player.
All good clubhouses need good tunes.
And a good name. What should we call this place?
-Besties Nesties. -Bus of Rhythms?
I know! How about...
The Besties Bus.
-Love it! -That's good.
Ah! The Besties Bus.
Our very own space to do whatever we want.
[gasps] Becky, don't move a muscle.
I'll be right back
You okay?
My nose is itchy.
But Ellen told me not to move a muscle.
Quick, Freckle! Scratch my nose.
Oh! Freckle, freeze.
Almost there... and donions.
It's beautiful.
It's illuminating.
I've got a nose for great arts.
I'm feeling so inspired being in The Besties Bus with both of you beauties.
Same. While I was posing for your painting,
I thought of a great idea for my Fetter design.
Behold!
Sequins!
-Wow! -Wow!
[all laughing]
[needles clicking]
Ooh! Sweet beat, Beck.
[paintbrush scratching]
But we gotta keep it going.
[clicking]
-I love our new clubhouse. -[playing drums]
-We do too! -We do too!
[playing drums]
Thank you, New Orleans, I--
Oh yeah!
-[camera shutter clicking] -[cameras flashing]
Guess I have to play louder, since somebody decided to play her own music.
[playing drums]
-[camera shutter clicking] -[cameras flashing]
Becky, Becky, what are you wearing?
Yarn.
[paint splashing]
Ugh!
[paint splashing]
[playing drums]
No! My painting.
[playing drums]
Um, Freckle?
Could you maybe not play the drums so loudly?
You're knocking down my art.
Well, if Becky turned down her music, I wouldn't have to be so loud.
Can't help it.
I need a fierce beat for walking the runway.
You know, the runway that Ellen's stuff is all over?
It's not my fault that I have a lot of art supplies.
Well, I'm just trying to strike a pose here, people.
You two are seriously ruining my groove.
Argh! This is so frustrating.
We gotta get out of each other's way.
[sighs] I thought the bus was supposed to be someplace
we could all share equally.
[gasps] Becky, you're right.
We'll divide the bus into three equal parts.
That way we can each have our own space.
How are we gonna do that?
Hmm... Oh! I can use my easels.
And I can use the rug that I knitted.
Perfect!
[sighs in relief] Ah!
Ooh, this is gonna be good.
Becky, Freckle, look!
Oh... yeah. I'm... all alone.
I'm missing one last thing. Ah-ha!
There!
Freckle, Ellen, look!
Whoo-hoo! Oh... right.
[softly] Whoo-hoo.
With all this privacy and quiet...
I can write a new song.
[clears throat]
[singing] ♪ Hanging out In The Besties Bus ♪
♪ We... ♪
Uh, what should come next?
Ellen, Becky, what rhymes with bus?
Oh, there's nobody here to rhyme with.
How are the Fetters going?
Good. Just, It's a little lonely in here.
How's your painting?
It's okay.
I wish I could share it with you all.
Yeah, I miss you both.
Hey, Freckle.
Becky and I were thinking--
Dividing up the bus doesn't work because we miss each other too much?
Exactly.
You can say that again.
[all laughing]
But how do we do what we wanna do and not get in each other's way or miss each other?
I don't need to display everything I'm making here.
I can put some of it outside,
so you've got more room for your fashion shows, Becky.
Aw, thanks, Elle and Freckle.
I can strike a pose when you're not practicing your music.
I think I have an even better idea.
[playing drums]
Now this I can strut to.
Good thing we took those walls down.
Oh, yeah.
It's so much better when we're all together.
Always and forever!
[all laughing]
[all hooting]
Wow!
I love what you all have done with the place.
Thanks. How's your yoga, Gramsy?
Not great. I think I bruised my booty bone.
And it was nice to have a quiet house for a little bit.
But maybe it was a little too quiet.
Wanna hang out in The Besties Bus with us?
I'd say I thought you'd never ask,
but to be honest, I knew you would. [laughs]
[clicking]
[playing drums]
[singing] ♪ We're hanging out On The Besties Bus, oh yeah ♪
[Ellen and Becky singing] ♪ Yeah, we're besties Oh yeah, we're besties ♪
♪ It's a real cool place For the three of us, alright ♪
[Ellen and Becky] ♪ Yeah, we're besties Oh yeah, we're besties ♪
[Freckle] ♪ Got our own stuff And socks made of sweaters ♪
♪ And the best part About it is that we're All in this together ♪
♪ Yeah, we're besties Oh yeah, we're besties ♪
♪ And everybody knows Yeah, everybody knows ♪
♪ And everybody knows♪
♪ Fetters are different Than socks, ow ♪