Oh, so sorry. It's impolite of me to yawn.
I was up all night narrating till the break-a, break-a break of dawn.
Well, good morning, Mother Squail.
Oh! Oh, there's E.B.
She's why I'm so tuckered out.
I had the most whimsilarating time of my life last night.
Looka is so wonderful.
He's got the coolest hair, soulful eyes, and a passion for poetry.
Wha-oh.
The sun's coming up. I gotta get home A-S-A-now!
Before Guy realizes I've been out all night.
Dumb sun. Rise slower!
Halt! Who goes…
there?
Get out of here. Come on, shoo, you silly squail.
Scram, will you!
Go, go, go, shoo, shoo, shoo.
Come on. Get out of here! Shoo, shoo, shoo!
Huh?
Whoa!
Up and at 'em, E.B. Time to get up.
Rise and shine.
-Sun's up.
What do you know? So it is. Oh man!
What a full, thorough, and uninterrupted night's sleep I just had.
Well, got to run off to the lab.
Have fun exploring Zookia with your new funpass today.
I'm ready for another exciting day of exploring Zookia with my…
My funpass.
Oh no. I lost my funpass.
Where could it be?
Oh no.
Any sign of Trousers yet, Mom?
The jellycopter is almost out of juice.
And by "juice" I mean jelly.
Oh, good morning. I'm up, fresh, and ready to go,
while our heroes are hot on the tail of their foe.
Keep us in the air a little longer, Sam.
We're closing in on Trousers.
Will do, Double-O-Mom.
-We're out of brizzumberry.
Switching to fig.
Hurry, Mom!
We gotta get the Moo-Lacka-Moo before it's too-lacka-late.
I know-knocka-know. I mean, I know.
Radar says he's almost in our sights.
What the…
Where'd he go? Ah!
Whoa!
Mom, is everything okay? Ah!
Ah! Fig!
Everything's fine.
We're just flying over the Keela-Kee Trapezoid.
The Keela-Kee Trapezoid? What's that?
A mysterious island that is the site of hundreds of unexplained disappearances.
You know, "fine" isn't exactly the word I'd go for here.
"Terrifying," "super-insane," and "explode-y" feel more appropriate.
Let's turn around.
No. I didn't earn these medals for not completing my missions.
Trousers is down there someplace.
Time to rock and jelly-roll.
Hang on.
Mom, not to call your parenting into question here, but--
Whoa!
Brace yourself.
Come on, Sam. Move. Move.
Yup, definitely explode-y.
Here, let me take a look at you.
Are you all right? Anything hurt?
All good. I think I just jammed my finger.
Mm-mm-mm.
Brizzum-fig.
Great. Let's move.
I gotta get the Moo-Lacka-Moo.
Mm. Right.
Time to finish the mission and save the world.
Ooh, which way do we go?
There.
Where there's smoke,
there's Trousers.
Come on…
All right.
All my strength and…
Stay calm.
Philip, stay calm.
Just make sure you have your most precious cargo.
Oh goodness. I'm a wreck.
Perfect.
Lucky I still have you.
What the dickens! Argh!
You cheeky devil.
Don't make me chase you.
Huh? Oh, right.
Oof!
Please, don't make me chase you.
All right, but you'll pay for this.
And for my tailoring.
As Trousers runs into a tropical jungle…
-Pass me the flench right here. -I'm on it, sir.
…Guy's hard at work on a job he can't bungle.
According to my calculations, if we adjust the influx valve,
it will reroute the inhibitor to the core.
There, that should do the trick.
Really impressive work, sir.
That one lasted twice as long as the others.
At this rate, I bet the Dookess would love to have you here permanently.
And on a personal note, so would I.
It would be a big change.
-To pick up everyone's lives and move…
I'd have to have a really great reason.
Huh.
What's this?
Would you look at that. It's beautiful!
There's me, Michellee, E.B., and a baby.
Aw.
He looks just like me.
A baby?
What the…
What?
Ma'am…
Ma'am, this invention I'm inventing…
I was wondering, is there any way we could turn it into
a job?
A job?
Ah. So you invent for us here in Zookia full-time?
Fuller than full-time. I could be your Royal Inventor.
Uh-huh. What kind of benefits are you looking for?
The basics.
Diaper wiper, swaddle service, rattle rental.
Housing accommodations?
Whatever you can accommodate.
And what about starting salary?
I'll take it.
Oof. You're a tough negotiator.
I just want to provide for my family, Ma'am.
And I promise if you give me the chance,
I'll build you an invention that's exactly what the Zooks need.
Congratulations, Guy.
You are hired.
Thank you so much, Dookess.
You won't regret it.
By the way, that's a beautiful picture.
Who painted it?
It's my wife's. She's a painter.
Hmm. She's quite good.
I could actually use a new Royal Portraitist as well.
-Huh? -She's hired too.
Hey, but…
I'm sure she'll be thrilled with the news.
Uh…
Yeah. I'm… I'm sure she will be, when I call her.
I gotta go.
Stay close.
There's something dark, and dare I say, evil about this.
-Whoa!
Uh, Mom?
Just balance.
Yeah, speaking of balance,
our lives have kind of been in non-stop danger.
I'm not saying your priorities are out of whack--
Sam, spies don't have priorities.
We have spyorities.
And spyority number one is always
complete the mission, no matter what it takes.
Great advice.
Man, you are killing it at this mom thing, Mom.
How high of a spyority are hugs?
-Ah!
Well, howdy-hey-hello there, new neighborados!
Welcome to the Trapezoid, my lovely people.
What brings you to the Keela-Kees?
A top secret mission,
specifically--
Tourists. Looking for trinkets.
Come along. We don't have time for this, Son.
Oh, on the contrary, Mary, you got nothing but time.
What are you talking about?
Ya see, time works a little different-like here on the Keela-Kees.
The closer you get to the center of the island,
the younger you are.
Therefore, I am stuck here.
You've got a boat. Why don't you just leave?
Ha-ho! No can do, shampoo.
I'm literally 267 years old.
If I take a few steps thataway,
I'll be so old that I'll walk straight into the sweet embrace of death.
And if I walk a couple of steps thataway,
I'll be so young that I'll be covered in turkey pox.
So I just stay right here, in my perfect little spot.
And if you keep looking, you might just find yours.
This is absurd.
There's no way any of this is…
possible.
Hey, what happened to my medals?
I had a whole shoulderful. But now a bunch are gone.
And my finger's unjammed.
Whoa. The legend is true.
We walked deeper into the jungle, so…
So we've aged backwards.
Well, we're not letting anything stop us.
We have to complete the mission.
Ha! That's a top-shelf attitude you got right there.
And you're gonna need it when you meet the kangarangutans.
Kanga-what-a-whats?
The kangarangutans.
You see, this is their island.
And what they find here, they take.
Did they take all your shirts?
No, that's a personal style choice.
Sounds like we just got more competition for the Moo-Lacka-Moo.
Best of luck to you, new friend-chiladas.
Vaya con queso.
Right, where are you? Come on.
-I'll find you.
-What?
What's happening to me?
Oh wow.
Is this something from your past?
I infiltrated a deadly biker gang.
That was when I first learned to fly a motorcycle.
So sick.
This is awesome.
I just wish I could have been on more of these missions with you.
We'll make that more of a spyority from now on.
Whoa. What was going on with this mission?
That was a bad hair decade.
Very chic.
Okay, now this, you gotta tell me about.
I can't. I took a vow of silence.
Oh! Whoa. Paws off, buddy.
Sam, look! The Moo-Lacka-Moo.
Come on, Sam, this way!
I'm with you, Mom.
Whoa, Mom, when did you go to space?
A long time ago.
Somewhere far, far away. Now, come on.
Mom! How about a piggyback ride?
Later, Sam. Keep running.
Pwease?
-In a minute. -You promise?
-Yes, Sam, I…
Mom? What's wrong?
One look at her boy, and Pam could no longer run.
Mom?
Sam's the same age he was
when she last saw her son.
Mama, Mama,
will you make it for me?
Of course I will, honey.
Here, Sam. Try them.
Mama, Mama.
Okay, forget about the piggyback ride.
The Moo-Lacka-Moo's getting away.
We're not going.
What?
We're going back. This is too dangerous for a boy your age.
But the mission…
-What about-- -Don't talk back to me, Sam.
-I'm your mother and I said we're-- -No!
All you've talked about is how important the Moo-Lacka-Moo is.
So I will go get it, even if you won't.
Sam, come back!
Sam!
Sam wants Moo-Lacka-Moo.
Moo-moo.
Sam wants Moo-Lacka-Moo.
Give me Moo-Lacka-Moo. Moo-moo.
Sam I-Am…
Ooh.
Goo-goo-goo-ga-goo.
Sam!
No, no, no, no, no!
Get away from him.
I've got you.
It's okay. It's okay, Sam.
-I'm here.
That's right. Mommy's here.
Mommy's here.
Oh no. What's next?
Will the beasts poke, punch, or smother?
Or offer a gift of peace,
to one mother from another,
and another,
and another?
Thank you.
-Oh no, no, no, no.
That definitely does not go in your mouth.
Mmm.
Is it okay if we stay here just a little bit longer?
We're in our perfect spot.
Stop right there!
What was that?
It sounded like a boy with vocal cords ravaged by puberty.
Trousers?
Yes. Now hand over the Moo-Lacka-Moo.
Move it, beast.
Come on, Sam.
Don't worry, Sam. I've got you.
Mama.
Oh, was that your first word?
Your first word was--
Mama.
-And my second word is "Mommy."
-And my third word is "Mom."
Yeah! A piggyback ride.
Ah, this is more like it.
Get a move on, you bulbous buffoon.
Ugh. Just break through, you dumb animal.
Sam, are you old enough to run on your own?
I don't know.
I think so.
You can do it. I need you to be a big boy for Mommy.
Come on, Sammy! You can do it.
You can do it.
Oh my gosh. Your first steps.
Keep going.
Go, honey, go!
Look, Mom, watch this.
No showboating, Sam. Just keep running.
-Sam, hop on.
Whoa!
Ah!
You promise you won't let go?
I promise. I'm not letting go.
You got it, Sam. You're doing it.
I'm doing it?
You're doing it.
-You're riding a bike. -Hey, Mom, check this out.
No hands.
No hat!
Let's go, Sam. Faster!
But not too fast. And no more stunts. And why aren't you wearing a helmet?
Aw, Mom.
Helmets are for babies.
-Ugh. -Say, "Thank you."
Thank you. Huh?
Whoa! I lost a tooth.
Oh! Put it under your pillow tonight.
Sam, your fur's in your eyes.
Here, let me get it.
Mom! Stop!
I like it this way.
But then I can't see your beautiful face.
Teenagers.
I got a plan!
Ooh!
Why, there you are.
This way.
This island has done wonders for my wrinkles.
Now!
-What? -Huh?
-Come on.
Oh, my perfectly coiffed image.
Oh come on!
Haven't I suffered enough?
Ah!
-Whoa! Whoo-hoo!
I'm so proud of you.
Thanks, Mom! I couldn't have done it without you.
You may have won this round, Pam I-Am.
But didn't you hear? The Zooks, they've a new, unstoppable weapon.
An inventor whose every invention immediately explodes. Bang!
Nice crocopotamus.
We can be friends, can't we?
Oh, it appears we can't.
Ha! Exploding inventions.
They have Guy!
They must have E.B. too.
Mom, we have to get to Zookia and save them.
How do we get off this island?
Whoa…
Maybe I can help.
Stay back.
It's just me, your chum-padre-bo,
with a gift to you, my gotta-go amigos.
Hey! Your boat!
But we can't.
She's your boat now, Mommy and Son.
One look and I could tell you two were special.
Take my chariot to the seas and tell my story.
And I'll see you back here next time, my duderinos.
Next time?
Time is a flat trapezoid, see?
Whee!
It all comes around.
Like a circle in a square.
Like a T-R-I-angle inside a quadrilateral…
Do you have any idea what he's talking about?
None whatsoever. We should go.
…on an ever-spinning hexagon.
Or a rhombus on a ring surrounded by concave polygons.
Did I just blow your mind?
I just blew my mind.
Okay, the fastest route to Zookia
is from Anywhere to Here to There.
-Then again… -Sam.
We could go from There to Anywhere to Here to--
Sam.
Hmm?
I'm sorry.
For what?
For having the wrong spyorities.
For missing all of that.
For missing your whole life.
Come on.
You did the right thing back then.
For both of us.
And you didn't miss my whole life, Mom.
You're here right now.
Wow.
I'm so glad I stayed up so late.
Pam I-Am finally got her spyorities straight.
And meanwhile, great news!
Michellee's expecting.
So Guy's been busy with professional prospecting.
I'm telling you, the timing couldn't be better.
Zookia is the perfect place for our family to settle down.
Oh my, and they'll really pay me to paint?
Yup! You're a professional paint painter.
This sounds like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Even better, it's once in a million lifetimes.
Are you sure you're ready for this, Papa?
You haven't been a parent for very long and now you're…
Well, you're about to be double the parent.
Trust me, I've never been happier to be a dad.
Ah! Don't mean to bother you.
Listen, honey, I've got to go.
-My lab assistant's on fire. -Huh?
Me and E.B. will give you a call tonight.
Great. Me and the baby will talk to you later.
Hooray, everyone! For once, our heroes are all right.
Thank you, sir.
Guess this means I can finally head home for the night.
Uh… What's going on, gentlemen?
We found a clue connected to the person spotted atop the wall the past two nights.
We were hoping you could analyze the data for us.
What kind of evidence did you find?
Well, I'm off. See you soon.
A warm bed's my next stop.
I'm so glad this episode had no bombshells to--
And that's E.B.'s lost funpass.
Definitely qualifies as a bombshell.
I guess I'm staying late again.