Okay, here’s the Corpse Week Weekend itinerary.
Day one. Celebrate Cadaveri Eve
at your sister Terry’s house.
Day two. Backache from spending the night
on a fold‐out sofa bed, then brunch with my parents!
Nice! I drew up my own itinerary.
Is the skeleton supposed to be your sister
or one of my parents?
Neither. It’s that guy!
All aboard! Stand clear of the closing doors!
Do you think Speckle’s okay over there?
I hope he’s not in stranger danger.
Whoa!
Is that a costume?
You tell me.
Oh, wow, okay!
It’s not a costume.
Happy Cadaveri, ladies!
Happy Cadaveri!
Hold on, gotta text my girlfriend real quick.
Of course! Go ahead!
Don’t let me get in your way!
I haven’t been to Terry’s house in years,
but we’re in a good place right now.
She doesn’t actively try to make me feel shitty.
every time I see her.
It’s more of a passive undercurrent of judgment.
That’s huge for us!
I bet her house is fancy!
Oh, honey, it is.
But that’s okay, we’re fancy too!
I’m grown.
I’m in a relationship, check me out.
Sophisticated adult toucan woman right here!
Hi!
Ooh‐ooh! Mm‐hm!
I can’t wait to tell my folks I’m seeing a therapist.
They’re gonna be so proud of me.
Look at me, processing my in a healthy way!
Ooh‐ooh! Ooh‐ooh!
♪ Tuca & Bertie, Tuca & Bertie
♪ Bertie & Tuca And Tuca & Bertie ♪
♪ Tuca & Bertie
‐♪ Tuca ‐♪ Bertie
Tuca! You’re here!
It’s so good to see family.
What are you saying?
It’s my fault we’re not together more holidays?
No!
Oh, okay!
‐Hi, everyone! ‐Hi.
Hello. Oh, I, I got this.
You must be Speckle, I’m Terry.
That guy running off with your bags
is my husband, Thomas.
And the little one making a damn mess
is my daughter Tulip.
And the nerd in the corner
is our brother, Desmond.
Desmond is the smartest person in our family.
He’s a food scientist!
He can make french fries taste so dang potatoey, it’s sick.
Wow, cool!
Gotcha something. Keep these to yourself.
This was an experiment in the lab.
‐They taste atrocious. ‐
Gravel and onions!
Oh, Desmond, you shouldn’t have!
‐ ‐Yeah. Hey!
‐ ‐Ouch!
Hey, Tulip!
Do you remember me? Auntie Tuca!
Yeah.
You can’t blame her for being shy,
she hasn’t seen you in years!
Mm‐mm. Shoo!
What a beautiful Corpsokopita!
So, Bertie, you doing okay?
I heard you’re seeing a therapist.
How’s that going?
Oh! Good!
Thanks... for knowing that!
Don’t expect to have a moment’s peace
or privacy here!
You know how we are!
Weehehehe!
Dinner will be ready in five minutes.
Is that what y’all are wearing?
His luggage got switched.
I don’t think anyone noticed.
You look great!
Here’s the Cadaveri cake!
‐Ooh! ‐Look at that!
I slaved over a hot oven all day
trying to make it look just like my Aunt Tabby.
Damn, was Auntie Tabby’s head really that big??
So, you know this cake symbolizes our loved ones
‐who have passed away, right? ‐Yeah.
And is there anything special inside the cake?
There are hidden objects and they tell you your future!
Okay, let’s see what I got!
A coin means I’ll be wealthy!
Show us what you got, baby.
Candy!
Whoo! Your life will be sweet!
Now, during Corpse Week,
the veils between this world and the afterlife are thinnest,
and our ancestors can see and hear us.
So we can tell them that we love them.
Love you, Mama.
Aww.
And also we beg the dead not to capture us
and drag us into Hell!
They do that?
Sure!
Some demons wanna pull you across the divide,
into the realm of the dead!
Especially if you’re naughty!
Tuca, hush.
Don’t freak out the kiddo.
Where is the Death Realm?
Can we go look at it?
Enough, Tulip.
And thank you, Tuca,
now she’ll be up all night whining about Bird Hell.
Aw, it’s a fun story!
Let Tulip enjoy it!
Oh, that’s cute, telling me how to raise my kid.
I wasn’t‐‐
and be the fun murder zombie auntie, huh?
Okay, there she is. There’s my sister.
Come on, honey.
Oh, what? You’re going to defend her now?
She’s our guest!
Just butt out of this, Thomas.
Go fidget with your foliage!
It’s called "competitive leaf raking"
and it’s a real sport.
Competitive leaf raking?
And it’s not just raking leaves!
It’s raking leaves against a stopwatch
while also wearing intricately knit sweaters!
Oh. I get it.
Ugh. That sweater...
If I’m not respected in my house,
I’ll just go hang out
in my temperature‐controlled rake shed!
Fine! Make like a rake and leave!
Okay, fine, I will!
Now look, Tuca, you’ve got Tulip all riled up!
When I was in kindergarten, I knew about the Death Realm
and where babies came from!
The Vagina Realm!
Yeah! And you never shut up about it
that’s why Bird Protective Services
was always at our house!
‐Oh, for Chrissakes. ‐
That’s right, it’s my house
and I can do whatever I want!
Thomas, stop interrupting,
we’re trying to have a conversation!
‐Yum‐or‐Yell! Yum‐or‐Yell! ‐I knew this would happen!
When I talk, it’s interrupting!
When you talk, it’s having a conversation!
‐
Yum‐or‐Yell!
Too young? Huh.
I was doing Yum‐or‐Yells
‐when I was in the egg! ‐Guys?
This rake represents dignity!
This rake represents honor!
Uh, guys?
I tried with you this time...
I knew this would happen! Every time.
"Tuca, what are you so worried about?"
‐
Yum‐or‐Yell!
Oh‐hohoho, you wanna take her on a Yum‐or‐Yell?
You want to take my daughter on a Yum‐or‐Yell?
I would love to!
Just be careful, okay?
And have her back by nine o’clock!
We’ll be back at 8:59, I promise!
Don’t worry!
♪ Happy Cadaveri
♪ Give us something yummy!
Yum or yell?
Ooh, what a frightful fiend!
Here are some yums!
Happy Corpse Week!
Yum or yell?
I don’t have any sweets...
Ah! I hate this holiday!
I hope I die before the next one!
I don’t wanna go to bed!
Tell me more about the Cadaveri demons!
Hmm, I gotta get you home soon.
Okay, you get one demon.
Hooray!
There once was a bird with the face of a human man
‐and one day, he died! ‐Aargh!
A human face?
That’s not even the scariest part.
‐Now he haunts the earth... ‐Agh!
...forcing people to listen to his shitty mixtape.
Ew! Gross!
His mixtape is so bad.
Listening to it makes your brain melt
and goop comes out your ears!
But if you question his song selection,
‐he cries tears of blood! ‐
More! More stories!
Nah... You say that now,
but when you’re crying in the middle of the night,
guess who your mama’s gonna be yellin’ at? Huh? Me!
Because no matter how responsible I am,
it’s never enough
for the Demon of Blaming Tuca for Everything!
Hm, Mommy’s a demon?
Oh! Uh‐uh, no! I didn’t mean‐‐
Mommy’s a demon and she’s gonna eat my soul!?
She’s not! She won’t!
She won’t! She’s not!
Ah, don’t worry.
We can, uh... uh, de‐demonify her!
How?
With a cleansing bonfire!
Yeah!
Have you tried extreme ping‐pong?
No, but I have dabbled in ultimate dog‐walking!
is a mighty fine pastime.
Are these clothes changing me?
What is happening?
Thanks for hosting, Terry.
You did a wonderful job!
And Tuca was so excited to come.
Family means a lot to her, you know.
We haven’t been close for awhile.
Maybe it was naive of me to think
we could just jump back in.
But it seemed to be worth a shot, now that she’s sober.
Yeah, she’s really grown a lot this year.
She’s even helping me with my baking business!
You trust her to handle your money?
Yeah?
Huh. Maybe you’re right!
She’s actually getting her life together.
So what now?
Now, we dance!
‐
‐Oopsies! ‐Oh, no!
My shirt got messy!
Mommy’s gonna be so mad.
That’s okay. You look really cool now!
Like, uh, you got splattered with demon blood!
Oh, no! What are you doing!
Demon blood!
‐ ‐Stop!
‐ ‐Come back here!
See, it’s almost nine o’clock and they’re still not back.
I knew it.
‐
Tulip?
Tuca?
Oh, hi. Um, I’m just‐‐
What in the world?
Guess what, Mom? I’m allergic to beets!
Thomas! Come downstairs and bring the Birdadryl, please!
I’ll take it over from here, thank you.
‐Oh, let me help. ‐Ow!
Demon Mommy! Demon Mommy!
Tulip. Agh! Stop!
I knew I couldn’t trust you.
I let you out of my sight for two hours...
Terry, I’m sorry, we just got carried away!
But I still got her home safe and on time!
Look, Mama! Blood bubbles!
Tulip! I am so disappointed in you.
You know better than this.
Hey, let her be a kid. She’s afraid of you!
I don’t need your advice, Tuca.
I’ve spent my whole life cleaning up your messes.
If you’re gonna treat me like a child,
I’m calling a cab and leaving!
‐
Hello?
Uh, they have me on hold! They just, um...
At least you got to enjoy your childhood.
Mine ended when Mom died
and I had to hold shit down so you could keep being a kid.
And somehow I’m still holding shit down.
When do I get to stop, huh?
Oh, hey, ladies.
Just think, in a few years, this will be such a funny story!
Stop trying to smooth everything over, Bertie.
Our family deals with our mess our way!
Oh, don’t talk to my friend like that!
Come on, Bertie. Let’s go.
Hey, Tuca, are you okay?
Ugh, sorry for all the family drama.
At least your family is mellow!
Yeah, the Songthrushes don’t really blow up, ever.
Hey, where’s Speckle?
Oh, he wanted to sleep outside.
‐
Hello! Happy Corpse Week!
[Speckle, Bertie, and Tuca] Hi!
Love your outfit there, Speckle!
Thank you kindly.
Uh, Mom? What’s all this stuff?
What are you guys saving all this trash for?
Oh, I don’t know.
Can I help carry these out to recycling?
No, no. Don’t worry about it.
Seriously, Mom, what’s going on here?
Drinks! Would anyone like a drink?
Yeah, I could use a liquid!
Sure! I guess.
I put all your luggage upstairs!
Thanks, Dad.
How have you been, Robertie?
I’m really good lately.
Actually, Dad, um...
I’ve started going to therapy and I really like it!
Therapy?
You don’t need therapy, you’re normal!
‐That’s not‐‐ ‐Well, I’d, uh...
better go check on your mother
who is also normal.
This is so weird.
I’ve never seen their house look like this before!
Uh, maybe they’re in the middle of reorganizing?
Huh!
How cute is this!
Uh, I wasn’t that good.
I only won regionals.
‐Whoa, look at you! ‐Hmm.
I got voted "gothiest" that year.
Damn, my baby Bertie has been kicking ass her whole life!
Yeah, no kidding!
Oh, don’t make a big fuss, you guys.
I just had a lot of pressure on you when I was a kid.
‐
You, uh, kids ready for dinner?
Mom made a very special Cadaveri cake this year!
Sweetheart, please, don’t touch those things,
you’ll get them all out of order.
Are they divided by uselessness or degree of stickiness?
Come on, honey, it’s time to light the Cadaveri Candles.
Hmm.
Okay, gang. Heads bowed, eyes closed
while we recite the Corpses Call,
to spare us from the wrath of the dead.
Elders gone but not forgotten, at the ship of evil’s helm.
We honor and desperately beseech thee,
drag us not to thy Death Realm!
Who wants cake?
I like how this cake resembles a corpse
in both appearance and flavor!
Um... new recipe, Mom?
Oh, your father and I wanted to try
something different this year.
We used low‐carb meat mix.
But we’ve had a traditional
since I was little! Why the switch?
Well, we’ve been trying a new diet
because Dad has had some recent medical concerns.
Dad, what’s, what’s going on?
Oh.
Mom, this is ridiculous.
Tell me what’s going on.
Dad had surgery?
Months ago?
And you didn’t call me?
Well, uh, we didn’t wanna trouble you.
Uh, why don’t we talk about something less upsetting?
You know, the weather has been so mild this week!
Evening sun’s red?
Good luck, friend.
Red sun in the morning? Brace for storming.
Exactly!
See, this is the problem.
You guys never wanna discuss anything real.
It was the same when I was a kid.
Well, I don’t understand what was so terrible
about your childhood.
We didn’t talk, Mom.
So I kept everything inside and now I’m in therapy.
Learning how to process all this shit
and express it! Outloud! With my Mouth!
Haha, this feels crazy!
You were a good student, you won all those awards...
When that thing happened to me at the Jelly Lakes...
ugh, you just swept it under the rug.
Well, um, I’m...
I’m sure it had a big impact on you.
I was assaulted and we never talked about it.
I got sent to a few visits with a school counselor
and that was that.
You pretended it didn’t happen.
I, I was just a kid.
Do you have any idea how ashamed that made me feel?
Well, I’m sorry I didn’t do a perfect job parenting.
You know, both of you could actually use some therapy, too.
When you don’t talk and you let all this stuff pile up,
it... it just becomes...
‐crap! ‐
Well, aren’t you gonna say anything?
‐ ‐I, uh...
Uh...
We forgot to get ice. Huh.
‐Yeah, that’ll help! ‐
Bertie‐ertie!
My parents are so mental!
I’m sorry you guys had to see that.
I guess I’m not going to fix
decades of dysfunction with one conversation!
I bet it felt good to let all that stuff out, though?
Yeah.
Like emotional diarrhea.
Um...
Let us be your emotional diaper, Bertie!
Now I see why you get all weird when you’re angry!
Your family doesn’t talk about anything!
Yep! I wish we could just talk to each other as adults,
without all these old resentments and baggage.
Even if it meant we all shouted at each other
like your family does.
Yeah, we really love shouting.
You know what? I need to go make a call.
I’ll be right back.
‐
Whoa, girl.
Whoa. Easy there.
Hi, I’m Tuca Toucan,
a 31‐year‐old toucan woman.
Oh, do we have to...
You agreed!
Hello, I’m Terry Toucan.
Nice to meet you.
Hang on, I ordered us some drinks
so yours would be ready when you got here.
Surprisingly thoughtful.
A skim latte for you, ma’am,
and a triple‐caf gummy ribbon crumble bomb for me.
Oh, did you get one
for all the other children on the playground?
Oh, don’t comment on my order, we’re supposed to be strangers!
This is how I would talk to a stranger!
I’m a huge bitch!
Terry, I just...
wanted to talk to you, adult to adult.
Without all these years of built‐up crap.
Okay.
And I wanted to thank you
for everything you gave up
to take care of all of us when Mom died.
I know I messed up a lot and I’m always wilding out,
but I wanna be a good sister to you.
Tuca, I’m... proud of you?
That’s it?
I’m... really proud of you for getting sober.
Plus, my kid loves you.
You’re her fun auntie!
It would be nice for Tulip to see you more often.
I can’t wait to teach her how to make hot dog burritos
and do parkour!
Mm‐mm. You know we’re gonna keep having these same fights
over and over again, right?
Of course. That’s what family is.
I’ll text you when I get home, okay?
I love you, Mom.
Goodbye, sweetie.
Hmm.
Howdy there, I’m Speckle!
I’m the guy whose bag done did the do‐si‐do with yers.
Yep. Them there’s my clothes, all right!
I hope you don’t mind I tried on all your get‐up too.
I mean it... it looks great on you!
Your clothing is so soft.
It feels so good.
I’m almost a little sad to say so long...
I’ll tell you what?
If I can keep the hat,
you can keep the underwear.
‐Deal! ‐Yeah!
Is this a real ranch?
Where the horses at?
It is, darlin’! They’re out back.
You girls wanna go for a ride while I give this
mechanical pencil salesman back his uniforms?
‐Oh, uh... ‐Hell, yeah!
Or are you a regional bank manager?
Youth group pastor?
Disc jockey?
I’m an... I’m an architect.
Ah, never mind. I’m a DJ.
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