♪♪
[theme song plays]
♪ One, two One, two, three, four ♪
[vocalizing]
[chicken clucks]
[playing classical violin flawlessly]
Huh. That's a weird ending.
But I ain't no Stravinsky!
- [knock on door] - [Vasquez] Master Remy.
You have a visitor. Shall I turn him away?
Hi, Remy! It's me!
It's me Cricket! I'm the visitor!
It's okay, Vasquez. Cricket's fine!
Yeah, Vasquez, Remy says it's okay!
'Cause we're fweeends!
- Heh heh. - Heh heh.
Master Cricket, it's important that Remy
is prepared for his violin recital tonight.
[laughs] Oh, relax! He sounds great!
In fact, why don't we take a break
and roll on down to Burger Clown?
This baby boy needs a burgie!
Uh, actually, Cricket, I really have to keep practicing.
Aw, come on, it won't take that long!
Just a couple of burgers, some fries.
Or you can skip the fries if you're not a fry guy.
[intense] Cricket, you don't understand.
Making sure I play perfectly at the recital
is the key to my entire future!
What's a recital today
got to do with the future, Remy?
Vasquez, bring out... the book.
Right away!
The book? What the heck are you talking about?
Here you are, Master Remy.
Behold! The book of all things Remy!
This book has every major event in my life planned out.
And tonight's recital is the key moment
to the rest of my future.
You see, in my plan, I'll ace tonight's recital,
and get first chair
- in the Youth Metropolitan Orchestra! - [applause]
Being first chair will look great on my résumé.
And years later, it'll help me
get into the prestigious Big City University!
There I'll make connections with members of high society!
So I said to the gentleman,
"This 17th-century painting isn't damaged,
it's baroque!" [laughing]
- [laughter] - [man] Good one.
[Remy] I'll graduate with seven degrees,
and become a world-class surgeon.
And celebrity chef!
[diners] Whoa!
After a successful career, I'll move into politics
and run for mayor of Big City!
Now that I'm mayor, smiles are money!
[ding]
From there, I'll use my fame and fortune
to start my own business.
One that I have quite the passion for.
My own ranch dressing!
Finally, I'll fade away a happy salad dressing mogul.
Blech.
November 12, 2094, 5:22 P.M.
Your parents really have your life all planned out, huh?
- Oh, no, I did this! - No kiddin'.
I like to know what's coming next.
Now sorry, Cricket, but I gotta get back to practicing.
This single sheet of music will determine my future!
Bah!
Uh, so what're these other sheets gonna do?
What?! There's more?!
I've only practiced the first page,
and the recital's tonight!
My entire life is ruined!
Whoa there, buddy, take it easy!
Aaaah!
Fight the feelings, Remy! Fight the feelings!
Oh, geez, he's spiraling.
Master Remy! What can I do to help?
Freak out with me!
Yes, sir!
Aaaaaah!
Oh, man! Everyone's broken!
Fight the feelings!
Fight the fear!
- Aah! - There you go, buddy.
Easy, easy. All right, it's nighttime now.
- There we go. Just relax. - [Remy panting softly]
Now, without freaking out,
let's consider the possibilities.
I mean, really, what's the worst that could happen tonight?
The worst that could happen?
[playing poorly]
Fantastic performance, young man!
Oh, really?!
Ha ha! Nope!
[grunting] Whew!
[Remy] Instead of getting first chair,
I'll get last chair!
[whimpering]
I'll be rejected from Big City University!
And the only college that'll accept me...
will be Clown College!
- [clowns laughing] - [beep beep]
Despite a faulty start,
I could still run for mayor,
but I'll have some tough competition.
And even if I gain traction in the polls,
I'll get demolished in the debate.
I think we should weduce taxes.
[all] Awwwww!
After I lose the election,
I'll wind up completely without options.
[sighs] Ranch, you're the only friend I need.
Ptew!
[chugging, groans]
- I'll end up alone... - [thunder]
...in the gutter!
Remy! Remy, Remy, Remy!
- Snap out of it! - Aah!
Buddy, you are worrying too much about the future!
You should be like me!
I've never thought about it, even once!
You've never thought about the future?
How is that even possible?
- Mm-mmmh. - Well, fine!
If you've never thought of the future,
I challenge you to do exactly that.
Try picturing yourself 20 years from now.
What do you think it's gonna be like?
Hmm! Probably amazing.
In the future, everything will be futuristic!
And of course, I'll be all grown up!
[yawns] Good morning, future Big City!
I'll still be living at home
since Dad couldn't bear to see me go.
- Morning, family! - Morning, son!
I made you breakfast!
Thanks, Dad!
So when are you moving out, son?
- Never! - Well, okay!
Hey, Gramma! Likin' the new look!
Thanks, boy! I finally decided to cut the cord
and upload my consciousness to the cloud!
Best decision I ever made.
- [static crackles] - [Officer Keys] Hello?
Can anybody hear me in this cyberspace nightmare?
- Hello? - [static crackles]
It's still a bit buggy,
but I'm hoping they'll upload a patch soon.
Hey, any of you guys seen Phoenix this morning?
- Oh, Phoenix! - [barking]
Oh, there ya are, girl!
Hi, Phoenix! Hi, Phoenix Junior.
Hi, Phoenix Junior Junior. Hi, Two-For-One!
Man, buying that clone machine
was the best thing I've ever done.
[barking]
[automated voice] Incoming transmission.
Oh, heya, future Tilly! What's new?
Hello, Cricket. Just checking in.
I've gone to live with the otters!
They've recently promoted me to be their queen.
- [rock clacking] - Ahhh!
My royal servants and I bid you adieu!
I always knew she'd go far.
Ha ha, classic future Tilly.
None of this has anything to do with your life plans!
What're you gonna do for money?
Eh, probably the same ol' same ol'...
Well, off to work! Bye, family!
[Cricket] I bet I'll still be working over at Big Coffee!
[Remy] Hmph! By then, Gloria will own the place!
Break time is over, Cricket Green!
Get back to work!
Ew, you're right!
Well, in that case, I'll be a movie stunt guy!
[Remy] I dunno, Cricket, stunts are pretty dangerous.
A lot can go wrong!
Aaaah!
[Cricket] Oh! Um...
I could a reputable pyrotechnics salesman!
I definitely don't sell illegal fireworks.
Wink!
[Remy] And what if that blows up in your face?
[Cricket] Oh, no, uh, uh... Then I'll be a banker!
Yeah, that's nice and safe.
[Remy] Now you're just telling me what I want to hear!
Admit it, you don't know the first thing about banking!
Aah! You're right!
[Remy] No plan, no options!
You're gonna end up in the gutter... with me!
Uh, I guess I've never really thought about it before.
See? That's exactly the problem, Cricket!
You don't think about your future,
and how what you do now affects it!
Who knows how many wrong decisions
you've already made in your life?
Oh, my gosh, you're right!
The future is chaos! We're all doomed!
And what about my future?!
Without Master Remy, I'll have to go back
to working in the special forces.
- [crunch] - Gah! Uuhh...
[sighs]
Life just wouldn't have the same spice.
[grandfather clock chimes]
Master Remy, it's time to go to your violin recital.
Well... I guess it's time to face the music.
- [violin panting] - Huh?
Hey! What are you lookin' at?!
Wuh. What?
[Cricket] Hey, buddy, you doing okay?
You don't look so good.
[babbling]
[Vasquez] Don't worry, Master Remy.
We can pull over if you're feeling carsick.
[chorus, with ominous violins] ♪ Remy! Remy! Not so ready! ♪
♪ Doomed! Doomed! ♪
♪ Your future's down the tubes! ♪
♪ What will the world think ♪
♪ When they realize you stink? ♪
♪ Your life, you have spoiled it ♪
♪ Flushed down the toilet ♪
Aaaaah! Oof!
[Violin King] Remy Remington.
You've completely ruined your future.
What do you have to say for yourself?
Please! I'm sorry! I just goofed up!
Well, now you can goof up all you want...
in the Sea of Failure!
Aaaaaah!
Aah! No! No! Nooo!
No! No! No!
Remy! Remy! We're here.
[flawless classical violin]
If this is the competition, Remy's doomed.
- Ah, well done, Kayla, well done! - [applause]
Now our next performer is... Remy Remington!
Aah! I can't look.
Tell me when it's over, Vasquez!
[strained] Yes, sir.
[applause and cheers]
[making nervous noises]
[spotlight clicks on loudly]
[gulp]
[playing flawlessly]
Hey! The first part's sounding pretty good.
- [stops playing] - Uhhh...
Uh-oh. He must be at the part he doesn't know!
What's he gonna do?
- Mmm... mmm... mmm. - [strings screeching]
[man coughs]
[playing silly tune]
This is bad.
So bad.
[plucks string]
- [bow and violin thud] - [panting]
- [Cricket] Aaand he's gone. - [door slams]
- Master Remy? - Remy! Ooohhh.
[Vasquez] Remy?
[burp]
Heya, buddy, whatcha doing?
Just getting a head start on my inevitable future.
Oh, ranch, take me away!
Mr. Remington? You left so quickly
I didn't get to tell you the good news!
I... made first chair?
What? No. You got, um...
third chair!
Third chair? What does that mean?
Well, it means you got third chair.
Okay, Remy, here's the plan.
We go where nobody knows our names.
Start fresh in a new town.
I know guys in Witness Protection, Master Remy.
We can get you a new life
- like that. - [snaps]
Come on, let's hit the road!
Come on, Master Remy!
- [Remy] Guys, wait! - [both] Huh?
I... I don't feel bad about this.
I think it's gonna be okay.
I had this moment built up in my head so much
that reality actually seems pretty tame.
So I'm not the best,
but I'm not the worst, either.
And that's okay!
Yeah, I guess the future's
kind of a surprise, huh, Remy?
Ain't that the truth.
Yeah, and that actually makes the future kind of exciting.
I mean, who knows where we'll end up?
Yeah, who knows?
These new bodies are great!
- They sure are! - [static crackles]
Boy, you need to get your own body! Now!