♪♪
[theme song plays]
♪ One, two One, two, three, four ♪
[vocalizing]
[chicken clucks]
[Gramma] Come on, Bill!
It's a big farm, and there's a lot to do!
Bill? Where is that boy?
Already awake, Ma! Couldn't wait to get to work!
♪ My name is Bill Green And I'm just a kid ♪
♪ But I'll be a farmer When I'm grown and big ♪
♪ Shucking the corn And tilling the dirt ♪
♪ But I can't drive a tractor 'Cause I "might get hurt" ♪
♪ Sweep the barn And milk the cow ♪
♪ Feed the pigs And I wipe my brow ♪
♪ Grab the eggs From the chicken coop ♪
♪ And clean out All the chicken-- ♪
[clucks]
♪ My name is Bill Green ♪
♪ I'll own this farm one day ♪
♪ But first I gotta do my chores ♪
♪ And shovel this hay! ♪
[electric guitar riffing]
Dang it, Billy boy,
you're just too dang cute for your own good.
Hey, Ma! How's work goin'?
I still got three fields to plow.
Why don't you go ahead and get dinner started?
Oh, boy! Dinner duty!
- [panting] - Heh. What a funny kid.
- [back cracks] - Aah! Unh. I'm gettin' old.
Oh, hey, Ma! Just in time for dinner!
This looks deli... ci...
- [snoring] - Gee.
Ma's really been pushing herself lately.
- [knocking on door] - Who's it?!
No trespassing! Oh, it's just you, Quisling.
I almost ran ya through!
Wouldn't be the first time.
Probably wouldn't be the last.
Just tell me what you want, already.
You got more land than you can manage,
so I'd like to buy some.
What makes you think I'm lookin' to sell my land?
- Wha--? - Well, word on the cornfield
is your last harvest didn't do so well.
And you can't afford any farmhands this season.
I, on the other hand, am looking to expand,
so this could be a good deal for both of us, methinks.
This land's been in our family for generations.
It's our legacy!
But that does sound like a pretty good deal.
No!
[grunts] No!
Ma, you can't sell the farm!
Bill, I wouldn't be selling the farm.
Just downsizing it.
But I want to run this farm when I'm all grown up!
And I want to run it just like how my ma did.
Well, all right.
Thanks for the offer, Mr. Quisling,
but I'll be keeping the farm just how it is!
- OK. - Now get outta here!
- OK. - Hey, Ma?
Is the farm really doing that bad?
Now, don't you worry about it. Things'll turn around.
It's just... ever since your dad passed,
I'm short on time, money, and--
I hate to admit it, but I need help.
But you've got help, Ma! Why don't you let me
take some of the adult chores off your shoulders? I'm ready!
Eh, you're a little young for it, but...
all right, we'll try it out.
Oh, boy! Every kid's dream!
More responsibility!
[Bill] Cock-a-doodle-doo!
[Gramma] Bill, quiet!
[Bill] Sorry, I'm just excited!
OK, Billy boy,
the hay baler's already connected,
so just start 'er up like I showed ya!
Hands at 10 and 2 and skippity-doo-hoo-hoo!
-[engine running] -Look, I'm doin' it, Ma! Are ya lookin'?
Yep, you're doin' great!
I'm finally helping out Ma doing real farm chores!
And I bet I get to do even more chores
if I pick up the speed!
Whoo-hoo!
- Ohhhh yah! - [clanging]
What the heck was-- [gasps]
Oh, no, no, no, no!
Oh, geez! Ma's never gonna let me
drive the tractor ever again!
It's fine, Bill. You can fix this.
And Ma never needs to know.
[grunting]
Ah. That thing's really stuck in there.
This looks like a job for a hand.
[straining, grunting]
Oh! Almost got it! Aah!
Are you out of your mind?!
There was a rock, and I was trying to--
Do you know how badly
you could've been hurt?!
How do you think I lost my leg?!
I don't know, the story keeps changing!
Listen, Bill. The thing I need even more than help
on this farm is for you to stay safe.
You are banned from working on this farm!
No more... farm work?
Yes, ma'am.
[groans] That boy's gonna lose a finger someday.
[munching loudly]
[sighs] Even the sweet taste of this plain white bread
can't cheer me up.
I don't know what to do, Pop.
Ma can't run the farm on her own.
Wait a sec. I don't need to be doing chores to help Ma.
I need to be makin' money!
[honking]
Hang in there, Ma!
Help's on the way!
Uh, can I help you?
I was hoping to help you.
I can do any odd job you've got.
No thanks, kid. I'm a DIY-er.
DIY?
It stands for "Do It Yourself,"
as in, I don't need any help, especially from some kid.
Oh, well. I'll do better next time!
- Shine your shoes? - No.
- Paint your fence? - Scram!
Need any... help?
Yes. I need so much... help...
I'm going to go now.
Drat. Back to squeezing all these tomatoes by myself.
Gee, everyone in town sure is self-reliant. Or scary!
But there's gotta be someone who needs my help.
Hey. What do you want?
Did Stinky Jim send ya?
You workin' for Stinky Jim?
Uh... no, sir.
The only Jim I know smells great.
I was hoping I could work for you!
Oh! Why didn't you say so?
This is actually perfect timing.
I'm launching a little business venture
and could use some help.
Business venture?
Arcade tokens?
Oh, yeah. I got a friend at the factory
who makes me these for cheap.
We're gonna clean up sellin' 'em
to those video game-lovin' city kids.
Is that allowed?
Don't worry. It'll be fine.
You'll be workin' with my daughter.
She'll show you the ropes.
Hey, kid, get out here! Nancy!
Yep. Whatcha need, Dad? Oh.
[Nick] This here's Whatshisface.
He's gonna help out tonight.
Hi...
Hey, Whatshisface. [chuckles] I'm Nancy.
Nice to meet you. And my name is actually "Bill."
That's right. We're gonna be rakin' in the bills.
Now take these coin belts and get out there!
- Nice bike. - Thanks. I like yours, too.
I put a baseball card in the spokes,
and now she sounds just like a motorcycle.
- Check it out! - [card rattling]
[Bill] Whoa, impractical. But cool!
[both laughing]
All right. This is the place.
Hey, are you sure about this?
-I'm sure that the last one there -Argh!
- is a rotten egg! - Hey, no fair!
- [laughing] - I wasn't ready!
Ha! I win!
- Aaaah! Oh! - [groaning]
Oh, no! Oh, my gosh! Are you OK, Nancy?
I was just tryin' to get here first, I--
[laughing] Oh, man.
You sure are something, Bill Green.
Now, come on. Let's get to work.
[video game noises]
All right. Step one:
Put these coin belts on. Step two: Watch and learn.
Hey, kid. You know, if you put your dollar
in that machine, you'll only get four tokens.
But if you give that dollar to me, I'll give ya eight.
Even a dumb kid like me knows that's a good deal!
An excellent choice. Here ya go.
Be sure to tell your friends.
It's that easy. Now you try.
I don't know about this. This is kinda stealing. Right?
Yeah. I know how ya feel. Even though I'm good at it,
it's not like I love doing this sorta stuff.
But my dad keeps hatching these schemes
and we've just got a lot of bills to pay.
Us, too. My ma works day and night,
but it's still not enough.
Your mom sounds really tough.
She is. And if she can push herself that hard,
then I can, too. Let's go make some money!
[both] Yeah!
Hey, kid. Interested in purchasing some cheap tokens?
Here's a couple tokens on the house.
Come see me when you need more.
[both] Anybody need some cheap tokens?
Cheap tokens! Cheap tokens! Cheap tokens!
We hit up every kid in the arcade!
Wait.
- Not every kid. - Ho-ho-ho!
Mein pants are so full of cash!
And mein hiney is so full of golden coins, yah!
- I'm going for it. - Hey, we got enough.
Let's not push our luck.
I need to make as much money as I can
for the farm. And this kid is just the ticket.
Ach, mein cash won't fit into das token machine!
Hiya, friend! In need of some tokens?
What? I can't hear you
over my a-jingaling and a-jangalin' hiney!
I said, I'm selling cheap tokens!
Ahem.
Are you the kid who's been selling black market tokens?
Aah! Who are you?
I'm Joe. Of Joe's Arcade.
Eek! Konflikt!
-[Joe] Stay put. I'm calling the police. -[whimpering]
Bill! Let's get outta here!
- [panting, whimpering] - Hey! Stop right there!
Bill! Come on!
- [Joe] Stop! - [Nancy] Come on!
- [Joe] Stop it! - [Nancy] Bill!
I'm so confused!
Hey! Someone, stop those kids!
Ha-ha! We did it!
Aah! Touchdown!
- Free tokens! - All right, now we're talkin'!
Thank you, officer. Nice job, Remington.
You know, you'd make a great police officer one day.
Police officer, huh? "Officer Keyes."
Sure does have a nice ring to it.
I wasn't talking to you!
Bup bup bup! I'm plannin' my whole future.
[harmonica playing]
[police officer] Bill Green?
Your mother's here to pick you up.
[jail door opens]
-Ma, I'm so sorry-- -Not. Now.
- [Gramma] Stay here. - [car door shuts]
[muffled screaming]
I don't know what to do, Bill.
I've been so busy trying to save the farm
that I didn't even notice you were turning
to a life of crime. I can't keep ya safe,
and I'm failing you as a mother.
Ma, you're not a failure.
You've sacrificed so much for me.
And now I want to return the favor.
Let's take Mr. Quisling up on his offer.
Bill, well, don't you wanna run the farm someday?
I'll get my own farm one day,
but I don't need to have this one.
What I do need is my mom.
Oh... come here, Billy boy.
At least we'll be selling our land to a farmer
and not some city developers.
Yeah. And with the money from the sale,
our lives will be easier.
Ooh, I won't have to do shady jobs
for strangers anymore!
And if nothin' else, at least this'll
keep you away from that Nancy girl.
- She's a bad influence! - [chuckles nervously]
And that's the story of why we downsized the farm.
But Mr. Quisling did sell the land to developers!
Yeah, and now the farmland is city land.
And you didn't even keep me and Bill apart.
I know! And that's why sellin' the land
was the biggest mistake of my life!
Aw, gee, Ma, I'm sorry I made ya--
But it was worth it.
[all] Aww!
OK, that's enough.