Another Period

Previously on Another Period

I'm leaving Bellacourt.

You are the head butler now.

We are brother and sister!

- It's over, Frederick. - No.

You're a useless, unlovable, vile, tacky little thing.

- -

What is it?

It's... a cone

of iced cream!

It's just in from Paris.

Oh, I get it. Your tongue is the spoon.

Thank you.

They've arrived! They've arrived!

The invitation to Celery Savoy Bellacourt's

masquerade ball have arrived.

Ooh! Maybe I'll wear

Cleopatra's menstrual napkins as a mask.

New and used.

I wanna wear Blanche's skin as a mask.

Peepers, will you get my face scissors?

My face is not removable.

Yes, uh, Miss Beatrice, might I remind you

I am Garfield, and I am the head butler now?

We call all our butlers Peepers.

Yes. It's easier than remembering a new name.

Yes, of course.

We're opening our own envelopes now?

What are we, co-miners?

I can't wait to seduce Colonel Beauregard Trimbald at the ball.

"Kernel"? Is he a man or is he a corn?

He's the Toilet King of Tallahassee, and he's available.

How do you even eat this?

"Cordially not invited"?

Why wouldn't Celery invite us?

Don't tell me she's still mad because I impaled her sister

crotch-first at last year's

Winter Wonderland Reindeer Roasting Ball.

- People change! - It's true.

I once saw a person change from being

"not on fire" to "on fire."

It was because of me.

Um, if you're not going to the ball, could we stop now?

We are going to that ball.

Blanche, you got ice cream on my mask!

In a surprising turn of events,

turns out life outside Bellacourt Manor

can be deeply relaxing.

No, Shenandoah,

the proper technique for making acorn mush

is with a loose wrist.

Let your wrist flow like a bounding elk.

Hmm? Oh! Me?

No, yes, I've been

the head butler for two weeks now, and...

It's been quite... relaxing.

- Garfield! - Yes?

We have an emergency!

We ran out of cacao for the ganache,

and Miss Beatrice is holding her breath until we get more.

Where is the swan fat?

Oh, you know Lady Dodo will only eat birds

if they're fried in the fat of other birds.

Garfield! Where's the goddamn lamé

for Frederick's golden shoulder pads?

A week ago, I requested French rolling pins.

French! These break off in a sphincter immediately!

- Don't smell that! - We need answers.

Garfield!

Weren't you just saying that there's cacao

hidden behind the turnips in the root cellar?

Yes! Uh, that's what I always say!

And weren't you also saying

to give Lady Dodo an absinthe lollipop

until we can slaughter and render the swans?

And the lamé is in the lamé closet,

between the silver and the ivory.

Uh, I... don't really give a shit about that.

And Dr. Goldberg mustn't be allowed

access to any long tools.

Yes, that's... right! That's what I was saying.

Back to work, everyone!

Oh, Flobelle, Flobelle. Um...

I just wanted to thank you for helping me slightly,

in a very small way.

We make a good team, Garfield.

Yes. Team Garfield.

Well, back to work! Scoot along, let's go!

That's a good girl.

Can you please stop what you're doing

so we can discuss your mission for the night?

To be the queen of the dance floor!

No, to form a political alliance

with Colonel Trimbald.

He's the most powerful member

of the National Restroom Association.

The N.R.A. You know, "Big Toilet."

Stop dancing.

I need you to stop.

You're still dancing.

I am not dancing. I stopped.

I mean, you're moving. Your... your head is moving.

I'm listening, that's how I... fine.

- Just... thank you. - Fine.

Thank you.

If you can win his...

I was trying to put my hat on.

If we can win his support,

our coffers will be positively overflowing

with toilet money for your presidential campaign.

I'm running for president?

Oh, fantastic!

Sorry, Celery, but it's going to take

more than clear, explicit instructions

to stay away from a party to keep me from a party.

There's nothing I hate more than the hierarchy

between the have-everythings

and the have-everythings but-an-invitation.

It does look like a nice party, though.

Now I see why we weren't invited.

We have to get in there!

Why don't we go through the servants' entrance?

- That seems easy. - Might also be easy

for me to cut my body into a hundred pieces

and ship it to the party via the Pony Express

but I'm not going to do that, because, much like

entering the servants' entrance, that would kill me!

I'll meet you inside.

Servants' entrance. Ah!

Yes, yes!

Wonderful humor, wonderful!

Colonel Trimbald!

I'm so delighted you could make it.

Oh, is that Endive Savoy-Sweetzer?

You know my sister, Celery.

- Charmed. - Yes.

How's business, Colonel?

Well, I have to tip my cap to the Supreme Court

for upholding segregation.

It's been great for business.

It's double the toilets,

and the black ones don't even need to work!

- - Oh, that is fascinating.

My husband, the vice president,

has always been a huge supporter of Big Toilet.

You'll have to meet him.

Where is Freddy?

Ooh!

Ah! I was going to eat that, madam!

So was I.

I love panda balls.

Especially in the bathtub.

- Really? - Mm.

It's rare to meet someone who also enjoys meals in water.

Do you also take your "hors deh-oovers"

while soaking yourself?

Is there any other way?

Well, we're very much alike.

It's almost as if we could complete each other's...

Thoughts from my brain that turn into words

and, added together, become...

word piles.

Who are you?

Would you like to dance with me?

Maybe somewhere... private?

Normally, I wouldn't dance with a stranger,

but this feels like...

- Fate. - Two gorillas.

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow, butt cut! Butt cut!

I cut my butt! Ah! Ow!

Ooh, ooh, my dress!

Ow, ow...

Oh, I'm bleeding.

Ah, oh, butt cut.

Help!

Oh...

- What's this? -

What are you doing in here?

All the young ladies are lining up for Colonel Trimbald.

You can't miss it.

Oh, I-I-I... No, no, m-my dress...

It's all right, virgin. Follow me.

- Ooh, ah, ah... - Right this way.

Oh, Colonel Trimbald...

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING, INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

Mm, wonderful curtsy, yes!

Oh, very nice form.

Ahem. Located another rogue virgin, sir.

Ooh, my!