[Cricket] Three, two, one, go!
[noisy chewing]
[yawns] Breakfast time already?
- [loud thump] - [snoring]
Huh? Is there coffee?
Good morning, Papa.
Are you doing okay?
- You look beat. - Yeah, Dad,
maybe you should re-hit the hay.
The only hay I'm hittin' is in the--
[snoring]
- Ah! With a pitch fork! - I don't know, Papa,
you look like you could use a break.
You've been working non-stop for who knows how long.
That's right, sweetie.
It's a farmer's job to work his fields every [yawns] day.
[Nancy] And it's a family's job
to support one another when they need help/
- Nancy? - What's with the getup?
I heard Bill was working himself silly,
so I'm taking over his farming duties for the day!
Ow.
But you can't farm!
You do motorcycles and stuff!
Corn, mufflers, it's all the same!
Now, this is for you.
It's a gift certificate for a free massage
and a whole day of pampering at the spa!
You look like you need it.
Look, I'd love to relax,
but today is Plow and Plant Day!
A complex series of tasks that require a delicate balance
of skill and finesse. How're you--
Pfft. Relax! I gotchu, gir'!
Really, you work so hard to take care of everyone,
but we're supposed to be co-parents, Bill.
It's time I show up for the family, too.
Just write me a list of everything I gotta do,
and I'll get it done.
Now hold on just a minute!
Bill can't skip Plow and Plant Day just to--!
I got you a message too.
- Well, one day won't hurt! - [honking]
Giddyup, Bill! My dogs are barkin'!
[muttering]
All right, Nance, here's the instructions.
I'll try to relax, but you gotta promise
to follow these steps to a tee.
No sweat, big guy.
I can do things the Bill Green way.
- All right. - Now, go have fun! You deserve it.
[whimpering]
Go on, you got it.
- That's it, almost there. - [whimpering]
Get in the truck.
- Atta boy! - I changed my mind!
- Bill, get in the truck! - Oh!
Woo! Spa day, here we come!
[engine rumbles]
You sure you know
what you signed up for here, Mom?
Much like a Swiss watch, Papa is very precise
and very tightly wound.
Thanks for the concern, kids,
but I'll be done with this list in no time.
Uh.
We'll help you out.
Ah, are you ready to relax, boy?
I don't know, Ma.
All this idleness makes me anxious.
Don't these people have jobs?
They're here to relax, same as us!
It's understandable that after working for a while--
What the--?
- Bill! - It needed a trim!
Will you stop farming for two seconds?
You better march over here, get in your birthday suit,
and get rubbed with the rest of us!
Birthday suit?
Don't worry, sir, you can cover yourself
with this complimentary towel.
Oh dear.
♪ I'm your farmer papa ♪
♪ I love to plant my cropp-a ♪
♪ Happy soil, happy seeds ♪
♪ Make a harvest that succeeds ♪
There we go, finally done
with step one!
Sing the Bill Green planting song
25 times while tilling the soil.
I can't believe your dad included sheet music.
Let's hope the next step is a little simpler.
"Prepare the cow to do the plow.
But remember, a well groomed animal is well behaved.
Brush the cow for 300 strokes, and brush the goat for 301."
What! That'll take forever.
Oh, please. Please, please, please let me help!
- [bleats] - Hmm.
Actually, why don't you two
go inside and make a snack?
I'm pretty sure I can finish this one myself.
Sounds good to me!
I've actually been workin'
on a new snack recipe
that involves walnut and onions.
[Cricket] Gross. I'll have two.
You two look brushed enough to me,
so between us, I'm skipping this step.
You gals don't really care, do ya?
[angry bleat]
[masseuse] Relax. Relax. Please, relax, Mr. Green.
Haha, sorry, just left my ex-wife in charge of my livelihood.
I'm sure she's doing great.
Just close your eyes and try to think of your happy place.
- Rest. - All right, I'll try.
Just relax, Bill.
Think of plows, the farm, crops.
The crops, they're burning!
- They're screaming! - [screaming]
Why have you forsaken us? Why?
Ah! I've abandoned my crops!
Will you pipe down? Your tension's makes me tense!
Sorry. Whenever I get tense my mind starts to snowball.
Don't worry! You'll be able to relax
once I once I loosen up your muscles
[cracks knuckles]
All it takes is some pressure.
- [cracks] - Ah! It's like massaging a brick wall.
"Separate seed bags one foot apart."
Meh, close enough.
"Heat garden gloves to 80 degrees in the sun."
Feels like 80 degrees to me!
"Hook up the cow to the plow."
Oh, kids! It's plow time!
This whole farming thing's actually pretty easy.
What the heck was Bill stressing about?
Huh.
Where's Miss Brenda?
[moos]
What the-- Come on, Miss Brenda.
- [moos] - It's time to plow.
- [annoyed moo] - Come on, you know the drill.
- [grunting] - Why aren't you moving?
- What's goin' on, Mama? - It's Miss Brenda.
She won't move! What's wrong with her.
Oh, it's probably nothing. Unless...
Unless what?
Unless step two wasn't done.
But that wouldn't make sense,
cause Mama said she'd closely follow all of Papa's steps.
And if it's truly plow time,
then step two must've been completed!
I just don't get it, Tilly!
What's so important about step two?
If Miss Brenda isn't brushed for 300 strokes,
she won't be confident enough for the big job
and gets performance anxiety.
- [Cricket] She's plow shy. - [sad moo]
And likely to stay behind that tree all day.
And if you don't brush Melissa more than Miss Brenda,
Melissa gets jealous and eats everything in sight.
[agressive chewing]
[bleats]
Bad goat! Gotcha!
[roars]
Huh? Ow!
Didn't you heat up the gloves?
You can't touch Melissa with lukewarm gloves!
Bill's list is even more important than I though.
- [bleats] - [gasps] Melissa!
- No! - [angry bleating]
- [grunting] - Ah!
[burps]
[Bill] I knew you could do it, partner.
You followed step fourteen and memorized the whole list
in case this happens, right?
[masseuse] All right, Mr. Green,
hold still.
What? It couldn't even break the skin.
I was sure acupuncture would be the one.
It's time to bring out the big guns.
Now, I'm going to play some nature sounds.
Listen to the waves of the water.
The ocean? I can't relax to that!
- What if there's a rip tide? - [groans]
Who's watching the kids? Where are the lifeguards?
Hm? Is that fire?
It's just a candle, Bill! Stop overthinking everything!
In fact, just stop thinking!
How can I not think
when there's an open flame
in a confined space?
Uh, let's try some guided meditation.
Look deep into this calming sunset.
Oh no, you don't! You ain't gonna meditate me!
- Sir, please! - Get me out of here!
- [man] It's okay. - I got 'em!
[struggling] Oh.
Here's your chance. Meditate him!
Okay. Take a deep breath. Let go of all your burdens.
Let go of all my burgers...
[peaceful music]
Huh? What the--?
Where am I?
- [man] Bill. - Dad?
No, Bill. It's me, the Kludge.
Oh my corn, I'm dead!
Not dead, just stressed.
Oh, right. But don't worry,
I've been stressed since birth and it's never weighed me down.
- [engine sputters] - What's happenin'? Why're we slowing down?
We're carrying too big of a load,
we've got to let go.
- But I can't! - We have to, Bill.
We'll never make it with all this weight.
Trust the truck.
- Just let go. - Just let go?
Just let go. Just let go.
[indecipherable]
Mighta conked him on the head a little too hard.
Just let go!
[laughing] Yes!
I've done it. I've found inner peace.
Inner peace...
Hallelujah! He's cured!
Now, can someone massage my real leg?
Aah.
Ahh! This is a mess.
- The list is gone-- - [coughs]
- The cow won't budge. - [grunts]
The field isn't plowed or planted,
and Bill will be home soon!
We need a plan.
- Ooh, I got one! - Really?
It's fairly simple,
but we're gonna need a time machine.
[gasps]
All right, looks like
we're gonna have to improvise.
Hm.
[tires screech]
♪ Plant the seeds like crazy ♪
♪ There's no time to be lazy ♪
♪ One by one,'til it's done ♪
♪ Nurture, like a baby!♪
♪ He's our farmer papa ♪
♪ Gotta plant his cropp-a ♪
♪ Happy soil, happy seeds ♪
♪ If this don't work then I'm dead meat! ♪
Okay, that should do it! Let's see.
It looks... Good?
Aw, I beefed it.
You know, they kinda look alike.
If you close your eyes and imagine that they look alike.
No amount of imagination will fix this.
I just wanted to help out your dad, but I did the opposite!
I wasn't able to show up for my family.
- [door creaks] - [all gasp]
We're back!
And we finally got Bill to relax--
Whoa, what happened to y'all?
Bill! Listen, I tried, I really did.
But there were so many details.
First the singing, then the cow, then the--
[Bill] Shh.
Huh?
Hm, this is all...
[grunts] Ha ha...
Fantastic.
[all] Really?
It's different from the way I do it.
But I love the new expanded design,
think of how much more we'll grow.
And with the bike,
you must've done it in record time.
Uh, I guess so.
You really showed up for your family, Nance.
I knew you could do it.
I can't believe you like it.
That spa really did you some good.
I oughta take a trip after everything that happened today.
I thought you might say something like that.
[cheering]
Uh, those spa gift certificates
weren't too expensive, were they, Dad?
Dad? Dad?
- Da-- - [screams]
♪ I got sweat in my eyes ♪
♪ Lost a bet and got bit by a hundred flies ♪
♪ I fell out a big ol' tree ♪
♪ Hit every branch and scraped up both my knees ♪
♪ I got chased by dogs, Licked by a frog ♪
♪ Got a rash on my legs, Dropped a dozen eggs ♪
♪ I got splinters in seven of ten ♪
♪ And tomorrow I'll do it all again ♪