Back to our show and its big twist-o-rama,
where Sam has just found his dear long-lost--
Mama!
Who do you work for?
Wait, did you say "Mama"?
It's me, your son, Sam I-Am!
Okay, so we're both huggers.
No, we're not.
Ow! Oh! Ah!
-What's with her?
Tickle darts. Absolute torture.
Get down!
Huh?
-Tickle darts!
Run for your life!
Tickle darts!
Stay on my six.
Dive left!
Sweet barrel roll, Mom!
"Mom." I really like saying that!
Mom, Mom, Mom.
-Mom, Mom…
Rad!
Okay, Guy, this is just overkill.
Overkill is what your mother will do to me if you ever get hurt.
Kill me over and over again.
Who are you, some kind of wanted criminal?
It's okay if you are. We I-Ams don't judge.
Or do we? You tell me.
Where are my manners?
Introductions are in order.
This is my best friend in the whole world, Guy Am-I,
and his heavily fortified stepdaughter, Miss E.B.-Weebie Am-I.
Uh, I don't normally dress like this,
and your whole vibe is really working for me.
You're gonna whip me up some green eggs and ham!
No, I'll be using this for something far more important.
Hold your position.
Ha-ha!
Wow!
-Huh?
Look out!
Ah!
Relax. Sylvester's on our side.
Would you please just tell us what's going on?
I'm going to say this once, clearly and quickly. No interruptions.
I am an international super spy.
Sorry.
I work for the nation of Yookia.
As do I.
You see, my name is Sylvester Van Vester.
I live with my wife, Hester,
and our seven beautiful children, all named Lester,
and our adorable gerbil,
-Allan.
Yookia is a lovely country,
but we live in constant fear of attack from the Zooks.
Luckily, we are all protected by the wall,
but if those Zooks were to get their hands on the Moo-Lacka-Moo--
Who-Macka-Who?
The Moo-Lacka-Moo. It's dangerous stuff.
And if they ever get it, we'll be defenseless.
Lesson's over. We've got company.
-Freeze, ya filthy Yooks!
Wait, wait, wait! There's been a misunderstanding! We're not--
Yooks forever!
What do we do?
Get down!
Find the Moo-Lacka-Moo.
I will hold them off.
Ah!
Stay strong, brother.
Go.
Find the Moo-Lacka-Moo!
Get in.
-What? E.B., wait!
I just want you to know, this escape plan is rad.
Rad is what I do. Get in the basket, kiddo.
Why are we getting in these things?
Just trust me.
I don't.
But I do!
So, what's the deets on the escape plan?
We're keeping quiet.
Copy that. Not gonna say a word.
Super quiet.
-You there!
We need to search your baskets.
Those two. Unload them.
Son of a yip.
Hmm.
"Sorry"? Sorry for what?
Aw. It's adorable!
Don't laugh. With a Skunake on your face, you'd surely scream too.
Looks like Pam I-Am pulled the old switcheroo.
Now that we're finally alone for the very first time,
I have a question that I've been waiting my whole life to ask you.
What is your favorite color, animal, and eau de cologne?
That's classified.
Of course, of course. Spy stuff.
Green, chickeraffe, and Dominance for Men by Snerz,
those are my faves, FYI.
We should probably keep our voices down.
Oh, in case there's any Zooks around?
Sure.
Copy that.
I will just continue asking my lifetime of questions in a hoarse whisper.
What you been up to for the past couple decades?
Where did I get my gift of gab?
Does everyone in our family have big heads?
Who could be quieter longer?
You win!
Am I a prince? You know Reggie? He's imaginary. Do I have bad breath?
What's love but a second-hand emotion? Have enough space? Am I crowding you?
What's the square root of cake? Are we just characters in a show?
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? Are we there?
Is a Flerz on your head or is it your natural hair?
Where do birds and bees come from? Having fun? This is so fun!
What's the meaning of life? You have a flea-nut allergy?
-Whoa! -What? What? What is it?
Woah!
I don't see how this day could get any
worse.
It's okay. They're with me.
And I'm with her!
-Whoo-hoo-hoo! -Pam!
Pam I-Am!
Oh my gosh!
-Pam! -Pam I-Am!
Pam! Pam! Pam!
Wow, you're popular here.
Okay. Okay. They're old friends.
This is where she comes to disappear, for 20 years now!
Gobo!
Oy! Welcome back, my friend.
Oh! Are these prisoners? Would you like us to torture them?
No! No. They're, uh… working with me.
-Huh?
But Pam I-Am works alone.
It's a long story.
Yeah, it is. A really long story!
I'm sorry. Gobo Robababobrian, this is Guy Am-I,
his stepdaughter E.B. Weebie Am-I, and this is…
Sam I-Am!
Oy!
I am her son.
She gave birth to me!
Pam I-Am, a mom?
It's, uh… true.
Whoo-hoo!
Sam! Sam! Sam! Sam!
-Sam! Sam! Sam!
We have a word in our language, "womomateramatta."
Roughly translated, it means,
"Woman who would make a terrible mother."
I'm gonna just go check on… over there.
-Sam! Sam! Sam! Sam! -Whoa! Whoo!
Hello, old friend.
And hello to you too!
-How did you-- -Track you?
I am half spy.
Right. Right. That's cool.
Oopsie!
Oh! What does this gizmo do?
It's my spy-cycle.
I'm looking for the smutz in the tux who stole the Moo-Lacka-Moo.
Right. So you probably need me in order to--
-Found him.
Oh man, we're good.
He only has 20 zillometers on us.
I can catch up and stop him before he gets to Zookia.
There's only one swift way to the nearest port,
and I know exactly how to get us there.
-Ugh!
In 12 long hours!
We're stuck here until morning. Son of a yip!
Mom! Language!
Ah, yip.
Mom!
Go get ready for dinner.
Oh! I've always wanted her to say that!
Mmm!
Thanks, Gobo!
'Sup, Mom?
Wait.
What?
Someone managed to scrounge up all the ingredients for green eggs and ham
and put them in this box!
What do you say, lady? Would you make 'em for me?
Look, um, I guess you couldn't know this,
but green eggs and ham are kind of a big deal to this kid.
So, if you wouldn't mind just whippin' them up real quick?
No, it would be an insult not to eat what the Robababobrians prepared.
Oh, can't argue with that.
Couldn't we eat both?
Don't be ridiculous, Guy.
We don't want to be rude.
I fully support you and your feelings, Mother.
But…
Well, for breakfast, then.
Fine. But for now, just eat.
They call it the belly melter.
Blech!
Are you sleeping?
Shh!
Okay, I got my lovey and I got my stuffy,
and I got my glass of water and my all-in-one night hat.
All I need now is a bedtime story.
I don't know any.
Of course you do, you whack-a-doodle!
You're a mom.
Every mom knows a bedtime story.
Pwease?
This is not going to end until I give you what you want, is it?
Nope.
Fine.
Woo!
Yeah!
There once was a boy named… Stan.
He had a very long, difficult journey in the morning,
so he went to sleep without asking more questions
or requesting another story.
-The end.
I don't want to overstate it, but I think that was
the greatest story ever told!
I'm so lucky to have you as my…
Good night, Mom.
I know you really like Pam, but--
I wouldn't say I really like her.
I would say that I worship her.
I'm just worried about how she is with Sam as a mom.
Something's not right.
Well, she's not the momliest mom that's ever mommed,
but Sam seems perfectly happy.
-We don't need so much parenting. -Ah!
Yeah, Pam just gets it.
She's a cool mom.
Is that right? What does that make me?
Uh…
My stepdad.
Hey, pal, you doing okay?
Uh…
Oh yeah! Never better, insomnia buddy.
I found my mom today. Duh.
How's that going, you and your mom?
Amazing!
A lot of catching up.
We're really getting to know each other on a deeply personal level.
I've asked her, like, a squadrillion questions about herself.
That's great.
Has she asked you any questions about you?
Uh, yes, it's been non-stop questions.
I was like, "Whoa, lady,
enough with the questions! What's with the third degree?"
What did she ask you?
-Well, I…
I'm sure once we're alone together on the never-ending
mother-son spy adventure our lives are about to become,
she'll be asking me, "What's your favorite color?"
"Want some green eggs and ham?"
"Did you go potty?"
"Did you wash your hands after you touched that?"
You're being weird.
That's weird,
because I was gonna say that you're being weird.
Why is it so weird?
Blech!
Because I don't trust your mom.
What?
It's just that she's caught up in all this sneaky spy stuff.
She's a hero, Guy.
I don't know if you've heard about the whole Yook-Zook conflict thing,
but it's a pretty big deal. Educate yourself.
I know that, but she wouldn't make you green eggs and ham,
and I'm worried she's gonna disappoint you.
That's nuts. She's my mom!
I know she's your mom, but I'm not sure that she's into being your mom right now.
She is, very into it.
Good night, Guy.
Sam, I didn't--
Good night, Sam.
It's breakfast time!
Shh!
So what's the plan?
I need to get home. I've got a little girl here…
Young woman!
We're headed to the port in Ta-Gong. You can get home safely from there.
Are you crazy?
Crossing this desert on foot?
We'll all die!
What time is it, Sam?
I will gladly answer the question you asked me, Mom.
It's 6:17.
Okay, get ready!
For what?
What is that?
Our ride!
Ah!
Here we go. Hup, hup, hup!
Whoa!
Ah!
What are these?
They're camelopes! Fastest ride on four feet!
Can I please have one?
No! No.
They're ornery. Like your stepdad. Not pet material.
How'd you know they'd be here?
I tracked this stampede on the spy-cycle yesterday.
It's risky, but if my calculations are correct,
we'll be in Ta-Gong in no time!
You thought my mom was gonna lead us on a death march!
But au contraire, my prickly pear.
She is leading us on a life-affirming thrill ride!
-Ja-burnt! Whoa! Sam!
Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Whoa!
This is why I work alone.
Hi-yah!
I'm going with her!
Oh no, you're not, young woman!
It's cool, Guy. I'm cool.
-Yah!
Whoa! Whoa!
I am not cool!
Neither am I!
Ah!
Losing my grip!
Guy, help me!
Hang on!
Yah!
Whoa! Whoa!
Gotcha!
You're safe now.
Whoa!
- Whoo!
Well, who's the rad parent now?
Still Pam 'cause she's my hero.
Also, never say "rad."
But I'm actually good with you being a little more protective, Guy.
Turns out I need a momlier stepdad after all.
Thanks.
No need to panic.
I knew my mom would come to the rescue.
She's so into being my mom!
-Huh? -Thanks for the lift, boys.
Well, this is goodbye.
Yep. Guy, E.B. What can I say?
Keep it real in Glurfsburg,
and I'll hit you up whenever things slow down in the spy game.
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
Sam.
This is goodbye for all of us.
Yessiree, really gonna miss you guys.
Sam, you too.
I… I thought I was going with you to get the Moo-Lacka-Moo and save the Yooks.
It's too dangerous around me.
I have to do it alone.
But I came all this way to find you.
And now you're leaving?
Again?
It's the only way.
I understand.
I'm sorry, but I have to keep you safe.
That's what family does.
We look out for each other even when it's hard.
So that's why you've been so cold.
Hey, as soon as things settle down,
maybe we can meet up in Glurfsburg, okay?
Okay.
Don't you want my phone number? Or my address?
Hey, I'm Pam I-Am.
I'll find you.
Heck yeah, you will, super spy lady.
Bye, Sam.
Bye, Mom.
Whoa!
Oh, she's good.
Cool!
You okay, buddy?
What? Me? I'm fine.
Honestly, I feel bad leaving the old girl out there in the cold all by herself.
Scary business, the spy trade.
Ha! Imagine Pam visiting Glurfsburg?
She would be so bored.
Yeah, but we'd still be together.
I, for one, cannot wait to be back in boring Glurfsburg.
-Mm-hmm. -How about you, Sam? You ready to go home?
Sam? Sam! What are you doing?
She protected me.
Now I have to protect her!
That's what family does!
Bye, you two!
Sam's love for his mom was something unmatched,
but his dearest friends were about to be…
Sam, wait!
…snatched!