Grrr!
Traditional. Nice, Sonic.
Very derivative, Tails.
Sticks, yours just screams "fun".
And Knuckles.
It's so hard to choose a winner.
It probably doesn't matter, Amy.
Because the beach is nature's hourglass
and time will wipe clean what we have built as everlasting?
No, because of the ginormous storm.
Agh!
Quick, let's get to my shack.
- I don't think so. - It's safer in the storm.
Is that place up to code?
Then we'll go to Amy's.
That could be fun, I guess.
It can be a slumber party and we'll stay up late and...
Hey! Wait for me!
So it will be a slumber party.
We'll stay up late, watch movies,
eat snacks, play truth or dare...
- Truth: where are the snacks? - I dare you to get them for us.
Not sure you guys understand truth or dare,
but I can whip up some hors d'oeuvres.
Hors d'oeuvres? I wanted snacks. I hate this game.
[Amy] Here you go.
Quiche Lorraine, vegetarian spring rolls
and an assortment of baked Camembert and Brie cheeses
on rosemary focaccia toast.
[all] Yeah!
[all sigh]
Not bad. Could have used some ketchup, though.
- [groans] - [thunder]
- Agh! - Ooh, lightning phobia pile!
Whoa! Agghh!
It's OK. A glass horse is just as good as a glass unicorn.
It's coming down pretty hard out there. It can't get any worse.
- It's time for arts and crafts! - I spoke too soon.
Using a sprig of holly and just a few everyday household items
that you have to order from a craft catalogue,
you too can create a lovely rustic wicker centrepiece.
How's everyone else's centrepieces coming along?
And now for the pièce de résistance.
[sneezes]
Look at this mess you made!
Don't you mean, "Look at this art we made"?
OK. This is OK.
Now one of my favourite party activities... clean-up time!
Come on, Amy, we want to do something fun
like pole-vaulting over the couch
or shot-putting Tails across the room.
No! You guys have made a big enough mess already.
Don't touch anything, don't do anything,
just sit there quietly until the storm passes.
- [ding!] - Who's ready for popovers?
[all groan]
There's got to be something fun to do around here.
Huh?
Well, well, well...
"A Rose Without Thorns, a play in three acts."
- And guess who wrote it. - Me?
- No, not you. Amy. - Ohh.
[clears throat] "An empty stool sits under a spotlight"
as the lovely, charismatic and super-popular Annie Rose
"appears through the curtain and pours herself a lemonade."
"It was years since I first met that mysterious stranger,
the one with fur the colour of the ocean."
Who do we know with ocean-coloured fur?
- Me? - Well, it can't be me.
While I am mysterious, I'm more of a royal blue.
"Sonar enters and crosses the stage in his scarlet loafers."
Sonar: 'Hey, Annie, I'm gonna play volleyball.
"I play against myself because nobody else can keep up.'"
See? That doesn't sound anything like me.
He's an egomaniac but without the awesomeness to back it up.
"Thump, thump, thump."
A knock at the door like the sound of someone big and strong
but unable to figure out a simple doorknob.
Annie Rose sashays to the door and answers,
"revealing Shoulders, the hulking dullard of a farm hand."
Me?
"He strides towards Annie but is distracted by a shiny object."
It doesn't say that. Give it here. [Gasps]
Wait. What was I about to do?
"But before Annie can reply,"
a naive young fox named Taylor enters,
"cowering beneath the legs of Sonar."
Hey, I don't cower.
- [thunder] - Ohh!
Curse you, irony.
"Just when all hope is lost,"
enter Twigs, the crazy-eyed feral badger.
'Miss Annie, the robot apocalypse is nigh.
"I intercepted a transmission from my toaster.'"
This is just ridiculous.
Everyone knows when the robo-apocalypse arrives
it's the can-openers that will transmit signals.
Toaster!
What are you doing?
You're reading my play? That's an invasion of my privacy.
We have a right to read it since we happen to be the characters.
- It's not based on you guys. - Oh, no?
Gimme gimme gimme!
Oh, like Twigs isn't exactly like you?
She'd be wiped out by the robo-apocalypse in two seconds
taking advice from toasters.
Can you believe these people?
Guys, stop fighting! Right, Sonic?
Was that you talking, Taylor?
I couldn't see you in Sonic's shadow.
[laughs] Good one, Knucks.
At least I'm not an egomaniac, Sonar.
That character wasn't like me.
He wasn't nearly as awesome as I am.
You know what's not awesome?
Rummaging through my drawers and reading my manuscript.
When this storm blows over, we should go our separate ways.
Why wait? I'm going to the kitchen.
I will make and consume all the dainty hors d'oeuvres I want...
without ketchup!
[all] Fine!
Ugh!
What brings you from Workbenchia to the Kingdom of Television?
The new Wolf Sidekick special is about to come on.
I come bearing this necklace made of the finest paperclips.
I offer it in exchange for some screen time.
Your paperclip necklace pleases me. I grant you two minutes.
Lady Rose of House Kitchen,
in exchange for safe passage to your refrigerator
I offer you these blankets, that you may be warm.
[Amy] Knuckles, don't let the fact that I built a fort
fool you into thinking I'm playing this game.
Oh, come on.
I'm so hungry I'll eat those horse doctors you force-fed us.
I don't need blankets. It's not even that cold. Go away!
[toot-toot!]
Shoehorn! Hey-oh!
Let's see what else we got in here.
You like this?
He's so relatable. He speaks for all sidekicks.
Brrr. It's getting cold in here.
Maybe I can build some sort of heater back in Workbenchia.
[Sticks] Halt! Who goes there?
Sticks, get out of my fort!
Not yours any more. I took it in a daring raid.
No one was defending it, but still, Workbenchia is mine.
Now go! But before you do, where's the heat in this joint?
The heat! Of course. Worry not, friends, I know where to go.
But it'll be a long, perilous journey, so we must make haste.
Well, we're here.
Knuckles, we need blankets. In exchange I'll let you watch TV.
Television! Who needs it?
Don't ever say that again!
Come on, Knuckles. It's cold and you've got all the blankets.
Fools! Your offerings mean nothing to me.
The thermostat is under my control
and only munchies will end this winter.
Ha! Who's the dullard now?
No, seriously, I'd like to know.
[Amy] If you think I'm giving in to your ploy, you're wrong.
- Turn off the air conditioning. - Never!
For too long we've allowed Knuckles
to control that thermostat with an iron fist.
We must topple our oppressor from his cushiony perch.
Join with me and you'll never want for comfy blankets again.
[both] Freedom!
Oh. So it's war you want, eh?
[Tails] Eat feathers, numbskull!
If I can eat feathers, who needs the refrigerator?
- Take that! - Hey, watch it!
[all laughing]
Hey, storm's over. Yo, Amy, let's head back to the beach.
I can't believe you guys.
You criticise my snacks but eat them,
make a mockery of arts and crafts time
and make fun of my play.
And now you're gonna leave without cleaning up?
[grunts] Ohh!
Ugh!
- We owe someone an apology. - Me?
Amy's right. We took things too far.
You know, Amy's play wasn't all that bad.
Actually, I kind of liked Twigs.
We can overlook the toaster as a youthful indiscretion.
Shoulders wasn't so bad either.
I mean, he's no me... but neither am I.
Or is it?
Yeah, it's almost as if they were cartoon versions of us.
[all] Yeah.
I know how we can make it up to Amy.
Come on, Ames, you'll love it.
Unless it's a clean house with an unbroken unicorn,
I'm not interested.
[gasps]
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming
to the premiere performance of "A Rose Without Thorns",
written by our very own, very talented Amy Rose.
It was years since I first met that mysterious stranger
with fur the colour of the ocean.
Hey, Annie, I'm gonna go play volleyball.
I play against myself because nobody else can keep up,
but you can watch if you like.
What am I saying? Of course you'd like to.
Annie, let me take the wheel.
You'll never make it through the storm.
A woman can do anything a man can do.
And I will sing it from the mountain tops if I have to...
This rose has no thorns!
[all cheer]
What an amazing reception. I'd like to thank...
Whoa! Who wants to go to Amy's house to ride out the storm?
Me?
[groans]
Subtitling: Eclair Media