All Painted Up

All Painted Up
 * Season #: 7
 * Season Ep #: 7
 * Overall Ep #: 113

Summary
After Vanilla Cake ruins Lemon Drop's paintings, she befriends a ghost that asks her to express her anger, which then causes her paintings to come to life and cause havoc in town.

Episode
(Opening shot; the city skyline during the day. Cut to the park; kids are playing. The camera now reaches the dirt section of the park and passes an extreme close-up of a green ball being held aloft --- by Vanilla Cake, as we see when the vew next gets to his face and stops.) (Pull back; he lets fly, and the camera shifts to ride with the ball as it sails across the yard toward Rainbow Flavor. She does not move until it slams into her and sends her flying to land on her head. Back to Vanilla.) (The ball flies into view and smacks him in the face. Now Rainbow gets to do a little gloating.) (The ball sails up; cut to an overhead view of the pavement and pan across as it bounces and rolls along. Paint pictures, including images of Mr. Rainbow, animals, plants, and monsters, are hung up on a clothing rack by a clothspin. Lemon Drop comes into view, hunched over on a wooden table, and the camera cuts to a close-up of her. She is hard at work on a new painting, with a paintbrush in hand. The ball hits one painting and has a spot of wet paint on it, but she does not immediately notice it. When she does look up from her painting, she sees it and reaches over to pick it up.) (Pull back to frame both of them; Vanilla snatches the ball away.) ("Lemon Derp" glares after him, then goes back to her painting. Cut to Vanilal, arms folded and game face firmly in place.) (Lemon glares at him again, after which the camera cuts back to Vanilla and quickly turns around to frame Rainbow, ball in hand. Extreme close-up of her sweating, sneering face, panning slowly across it, then of Vanilla's set-in-stone visage and pan across it as well. Now we see the ball as Rainbow digs her "fingers" in to get a better grip; pull back as she throws with all her might and follow it to its intended target. He does not move or flinch until the last possible moment, when he leans to one side.)
 * [Vanilla Cake] (low, menacing tone) "No mercy."
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] (disgustedly) "Oh, come on, Rainbow! The game is called dodgeball! If you want to play catch instead, just say so!"
 * [Rainbow Flavor] "In your face, bro!"
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] (from o.s.) "What are you doing with my ball?"
 * [Lemon Drop] "Huh?" (Her perspective of her brother.)
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] "Give it back! We've got a game going on!"
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] (sighing in disgust) "Aw man, you got paint all over it. You know, Lemon, you should paint somewhere else, not at a park!"
 * [ Rainbow Flavor ] (from o.s.) "Vanilla! What's the holdup?"
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] (to her) "I'm coming!" (He runs o.s.) "Lemon Derp is just doing her stupid paint thing again."
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] "Okay, Rainbow, give me all you got. You miss, and you have to play with Lemon Derp."

(The ball misses him and it starts to ricochet all over the park, hitting people and things and even knocked an ice cream cone out of a child's hand. Vanilla leans away again to avoid the rebound; Rainbow next takes a hit to the chest that turns her into a humanoid projectile. She crashes into another painting and lands on the table, nearly knocking over the paints.) (They start to argue at full voice, and other kids and CandyCakes turn to watch. Lollipop does likewise.) (As they chant, they gather in a ring around the two squabbling siblings. Lollipop, floating behind the group, moves in for a closer look and then pushes her way to the front.) (Extreme close-up of Lollipop's face, which shows a healthy degree of disgust and irritation. Her eyes dart from side to side while the other two start to yell at each other again. After several seconds, the camera pulls back.) (Zoom in on his hand as it curls into a fist. Extreme close-up of it descending downward in slow motion; it lands squarely on the paint palette and paintbrust and paint spills everywhere on the table. Pull back to frame her, with Lemon staring in total shock from across the circle of kids.) (Lemon Drop looks down at the destroyed remains and drops to her knees, her head bowed in sadness. A moment later, she lifts her face, now rearranged into an expression of raw anger; cut to behind her as she slowly rises to her feet and Vanilla smirks at her. We hear her breathing hard, and in a close-up, she is sweating buckets and looking as if about to go over the edge once and for all. She snarls and reaches toward her brother as if to strike him, but the fury evaporates in an instant. It is replaced by a desperate struggle to keep her composure, as her wobbling mouth and the tears leaking from her tightly closed eyes readily attest.)
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Huh?...Hey! Rainbow, watch where you're landing!"
 * [ Rainbow Flavor ] "Sorry, sis." (Vanilla now stands nearby.)
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] " What are you apologizing for? She shouldn’t have her stupid paintings hanging around here if she doesn’t want them played on!"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "I have every right that you do to be here!"
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] " Oh, yeah? Well, I don’t—"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "I don’t care what you think!"
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] "A park is for playing!"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "And painting is playing, you dumb brother!"
 * [Lollipop Pops] "Huh?"
 * [Kids & Other CandyCakes] "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
 * [ Lollipop Pops ] " All right, break it up, break it up!" (There is silence.) "What’s going on here?"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] (pointing to Vanilla) "Well, he started it!"
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] "She was the one hanging paintings all over the place!"
 * [ Lollipop Pops ] "SHUT UUUUUUUUP!!!" (Silence.) "Lemon, you first." (Quick pan to Lemon.)
 * [ Lemon Drop ] " Well, I was just minding my own business, painting—" (To Vanilla.)
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] "You see...!"
 * [ Lollipop Pops ] "Vanilla, let Lemon Drop finish!"
 * [ Rainbow Flavor ] "Just fight already."
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Vanilla Cake has to share the park just like everyone else!"
 * [ Lollipop Pops ] "That sounds fair to me."
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] "No way! I am sharing nothing! This is a park! There’s plenty of paper and paints at home! She doesn’t need to fill up the park with her paintings just so everyone could see it! You know what I think of Lemon and her paintings? You know what I think?!"
 * [ Vanilla Cake ] ( low, menacing tone ) "That's what I think..."

(After several seconds of unbearable tension, her self-control completely shatters and she explodes into tears. The camera follows her as she flees the scene and heads into a mountaintop, bawling all the while. What we hear are the huge, raw, soul-shaking sobs and wails that soudns as if she has something she loves most dearly annihilated before her eyes. Overhead view of a tree stump; she flies in and collapses by it, face down on its surface, to cry herself out.)

(Now the camera cuts to some boulders and turns forward to her as her sobs start to subside. The air above the stump starts to sparkle, but she does not notice it, as she has not yet moved. She lifts her head and turns away from the stump, wiping her eyes, whereupon a sketchbook materializes on it. It glows slightly. Looking at it with great bewilderment, she reaches for it—we can now see a happy face on its flap—and picks it up. A couple of flips through the pages revealed them to be empty, to her disgust. She looks into the sketchbook again, but is startled by a gust of wind blowing around her and a few rocks rolling to her feet. Surprised and afraid, she sits on the stump and clutches the sketchbook to herself, not knowing what to expect next.)

(Suddenly the leaf-less trees grow and thicken considerably, and she gasps softly; more tiny rocks roll and stop at her feet, lifting her spirits. After the foliage finishes altering itself, a small fox pokes its head over a pile of snow. In its jaws is a paintbrush. Lemon addresses it in a voice that starts off sounding a bit tremulous, but soon regains its usual happy tone.) (She picks it up and tucks it into the sketchbook; the fox hops away.) (It hops into a cave. A soft footstep from another direction ahead of her draws her attention, and she looks toward it and smiles. Now a small container of red paint is seen, held aloft by a paw poking through the leaves. Its owner pops up—another fox—and Lemon approaches it.) (She takes the container; cut to a chittering squirrel among the rocks, a stick in its teeth. Lemon takes this away and adds it to the sketchbook, and the creature bounds away. Looking toward the camera, she brightens yet again.) (What she sees is a small bear cub approaching her. It puts one hand free out to hold up yet another small container of paint -- green. Cut to her perspective of the bushes and pan slowly across them; one by one, several more small animals jump out as she speaks. Each has small containers of paint in its mouth.) (Her perspective, three of the creatures, now right in front of her. Pan across them as she takes the containers from each, then cut to the sketchbook as she tucks in another one. Pull back; she leaps joyfully up to another boulder, holding the sketchbook aloft, as several of her benefactors watch. Overhead view of the clearing, with Lemon and the animals dancing in a ring around the stump and the box sitting on it. Fade to black.)
 * [ Lemon Drop ] " Oh, hi! Whatcha got there? Is that for me?" (It sets the paintbrush near her feet.) "Oh, thank you."
 * [ Lemon Drop ] " Hey! Where you going? Come back!"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Oh, hello, cutest fox ever."
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Hello!"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Wow!"

(Snap to her sitting with the animals. Any traces of the heartbreak she suffered on the park earlier are completely absent now.) (The sketchbook begins to move. Black limbs stretch out and it stands up. It stands up, speaking in a nearly sophisticated tone.) (On the end of this line, cut to a head-on view of the sketchbook. It has a face on a page that was once empty.) (Snap to black, then to Lemon, the paintbrush, and Sketchbook floating against a dark background whose color looks something like that of a blackboard.) (After a moment, inspiration strikes and she puts the chalk to work. When she finishes, close-up of her standing next to what appears to be a plant stem.) (The paint flower suddenly grows larger petals, and she gasps in shock.) (She paints for several seconds, ending up with a picture of a nest containing three eggs and a mother bird perched by it. Sketchbook looks on.) (Close-up of the eggs, panning slowly across; the shells begin to crack, one by one. Pull back to frame the entire next as three chicks hatch and begin cheeping.) (Cut to Lemon as she starts to paint all over the place.) (A flock of paint birds flies past her; next she creates a dolphin that leaps and frolics in the ocean, then a flood of bubbles in which she floats blissfully. She draws some more, sliding down some sort of ramp; pull back to show this as a leaf on the stem of a huge flower. Two others stand near it. Cut to her and Sketchbook as she executes one final stroke.) (Pull back. She has painted a lake, with a tree on the shore and the sun shining overhead. The sound of seagulls is heard, and a school of fish jumps out of the water as she speaks.) (On the next line, she does as "Sketchbook" suggests; the camera cuts around the scene, putting him in and out of view. Her air of cheerful wonderment gradually gives way to full-blown rancor.) (When she finishes, he walks up to her.) (Lemon turns this over for a second and starts painting up a storm again, working from all angles and even with a paint palette in hand at one moment. We see close-up flashes of her work in quick succession, ending with a view of her looking up at the camera. She wears a look of fierce satisfaction; "Sketchbook" approaches her.) (As he flies, the camera pulls back slowly to show what Lemon has painted. has drawn. Around her, placed like the points of a compass, are four large ghosts all with dark gray eyes. North: a red one with a spiked bang. East; female pink one with short hair. South; blue with a wavy bang. West; orange with a swirly bang. Lemon looks up after "Sketchbook", indignation giving way to confusion on her face. He flies o.s. and the camera stops pulling back; a flash of light, and she is back at the park and at the wooden table, her four creations in front of her in separate papers.)
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Aww! I love each and every one of you! What is this magical cave?"
 * ["Sketchbook"] "We’ve been waiting a long time for you, Lemon Drop."
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "You have?"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Oh yes! We’ve been waiting for the perfect time…" (Pull back to show a large group of animals.) "…to welcome you to our world!"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] " How long have you been here?"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Heh... As long as you have had an imagination." (Close-up of him.) "And as you can see…" (moving o.s, exposing a paint palette and paintbrush on boulder) "…we have a present for you." (Back to the pair.)
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "The paint!"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Yes, my sweetie blond, paint. And you can help us make our world even more beautiful!" (Cut to her.)
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Awww. I couldn't do that."
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] (from o.s.) "Yes, yes, my sweet-ums." (The whole group.) "But you can! Right, friends?" (Animals make sounds of assent.) " All we need is your imagination."
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Where are we?"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Your own world. It's your canvas. Here, my sweet-ums, you can paint anywhere you want with your magical paintbrush. Try it." (She picks it up.)
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Um...what do I paint?"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Whatever makes you happy, dearie."
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Hmm …what makes me happy?"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "How's that?" (Pull back; she has drawn a flower. Sketchbook walks up next to it.)
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Good, but now watch."
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] " Paint some more happy things!"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "There!"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Look!"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] (laughs) " See what your imagination can do?"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] (from o.s.) "Paint, paint, paint!"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "What do you think, sweet-ums?"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "I've never painted prettier things! They light up my life!"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Well, sweetie, there’s more to it than just happy little drawings. Artists draw all of their feelings." (Close-up of Lemon.)
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Like happiness."
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] (from o.s.) " Well, not just that. Haven’t you ever been afraid? Depressed? Or maybe even....angry?" (Back and forth between the two.)
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "No."
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "No?"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Never."
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Never?"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "No!"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "No?"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] (angrily) "No way, no how!" (Pull back to frame both; she slaps both hands to her mouth.)
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Oh, but it's okay to be angry, and if you feel angry, you have to express it. Let’s wipe the slate clean." (The lakeshore picture melts away, leaving the background blank.) "Remember when Vanilla Cake ruined your paintings?"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "Yeah! That was mean!"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] "Yes. Now get your paintbrush. Let's draw that feeling."
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "What does it look like?"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] " Paint a big scribble. Hard, and fast. More! More! Harder, faster!"
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] " How does that make you feel, sweet-ums?"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] " Better, I guess."
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] " Good! Now paint some more. Paint how Vanilla made you feel. Who is he to tell you what to do—push you around? Feel your anger."
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] " Did you get all your anger out?"
 * [ Lemon Drop ] "YES!" (breathing hard) " I had no idea I could express myself like that."
 * [ "Sketchbook" ] (chuckles, floating up away from her) " Neither did I."

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