(grunting) Let go! You can’t have Mr. Stinky. Ha ha! We gotta get ya outta here, Ball. Oh good, you’re here. ’Cause I really need your help. Mr. Stinky Ball is in danger. Excuse me? Who’s Mr. Stinky Ball? This is Mr. Stinky Ball. He’s my ball, my favorite ball. The only ball for Bruno. That’s me, Bruno. Sure, I got some other toys, but none of them has Mr. Stinky
Ball’s special qualities, like his rolliness and — oh,
oh, his very best quality: (sniffing) his irresistible stench. Imagine a mix of wet
socks, dog food and love. But someone is out to get him, and that someone is my mom! I mean, I love her the most, but do you know what she said? She said, “You know,
Bruno, I think Stinky Ball is getting just a bit too stinky.” Too stinky? More like too perfect. Plus he’s rolly and fun to chase and roll and chase and roll and — wait, Mr. Stinky Ball? Where did you go? Hello, Mr. Stinky Ball? Are you in there? Ha! There you are. You scared me half to death. I thought Mom got you. That’s it, we gotta hide you. Let’s see. Oh, I know, the water bowl. Mom’ll never look in here. Just hold your breath. “What have you done?” What? How did she — “Stinky Ball’s not meant
to be in your water bowl.” Wait, no! Stop! Where are you taking him? “Let’s put it in the washing machine.” But won’t that wash off his stink? “In it goes.” Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Hang in there, Mr. Stinky Ball. It’s gonna be OK. I promise. I can’t believe this is happening. What am I gonna do if
he comes out of there and he’s not stinky anymore? Will he still be my stinky ball? Will we still be friends? (whining) I still remember the
day Mom got you for me. You looked nothing like you do now. All clean and white and
completely ridiculous. But the more we played together, the dirtier and stinkier you got. Good times. “OK, Bru, time to get Stinky Ball out.” Oh, Mr. Stinky, are you OK? Say something. Hi, bud. You’re safe now and — (sniffing) (laughing) You’re still stinky! Good thing I wasn’t worried
for even one second. Nothing could ever stop your stink. Wait, what’s Mom doing now? “I think it might finally be time to get rid of this stinky ball, but I’ve got a good idea to do something that will
still keep Bruno happy.” Uh-oh. It sounds like Mom means
business this time. But luckily, I’ve got a plan to keep Mr. Stinky Ball safe forever. (doorbell ringing) Oh, I wonder who that is? “What’s in this box? For you?” A package for me? Oh, and it’s huge! Let’s open you up. What could be in here? Whoa, look at all these new balls! And is that my face on there? There must be one, two, three, four, five zillion. Give or take a few zillion, of course. Almost enough to make me forget
all about Mr. Stinky Ball, but if Mom thinks a
giant box full of balls is gonna make me forget about my friend — (doorbell ringing) What now? (gasping) Is this another present for me? Oh, why is this one in Christmas paper? Is it Christmas already? Oh, well, whatever. Let’s get you open. What could it be? Oh! A giant ball pit! Oh, look at all these! Oh, I’m just gonna dig around in here. Oh, oh yeah, oh that’s just as fun as I thought it would be. (sighing) Never gonna stop. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Mom. I love all of these. I’m so sorry I made such a
stink about Mr. Stinky Ball... because he’s gonna be
so excited to meet them. What? You didn’t really think I was gonna let you get
rid of him, did you?
