[ Laughter ]
[ Grunts ]
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[ Roars ]
-[ Screams ]
♪♪
-Whoa!
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[ Laughs ]
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-[ Chuckles ] What is it?
-I have no idea.
It looks like it has a crank.
All right, Vic. Crank away!
-I don't wanna.
-Come on.
I'll be your best friend.
I'll do it if you don't be
my best friend.
Deal!
[ Crank whirring ]
-Eh...
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Heh, the dumb thing is broken.
-Aah!
You are allowed entrance
to Guillermo's
Gathering of his Creation?
Guillermo's birthday?
He smells like pickles.
And not in a good way.
We ain't going there.
Oh, yes, you are.
But Grandma!
It's our day off!
I was going to spend the day
doing some yoga.
Ugh, my neck and joints
have been extremely stiff.
Yeah, and I was gonna
spend the day hitting things
with a stick!
No grandsons of mine will act
so rudely to such a nice boy.
You will attend his fiesta,
and you will have fun!
And don't you think
that you can just go
somewhere else for the day.
I want each of you
to bring back party favors
to prove that you went
to Guillermo's gathering.
Got it?
-Eh.
Okay, run along now.
-Aah!
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Oh, Victor and Valentino!
Guillermo will be
so excited you came!
They're out back in the garden.
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Ooh, la, la, la, la, la.
Ugh. The only people here
are Reynaldo and Reynalda.
Oh!
Hey, Victor and Valentino!
Ooh, oh, hey,
Victor and Valentino.
Hey, I just said that,
Reynalda!
I wanted to say it, too.
Oh! Let's say it together!
Both:
Hey, Victor and Valentino!
-Hi, guys.
-So where's Guillermo anyway?
Guillermo: Cast your eyes
upwards into the firmament!
Behold the act of
Guillermo's spawning.
Ah. It's happening!
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Welcome to the gathering
of my creation.
Happy birthday!
Oh, yeah.
You only do hugs.
[ Scoffs, chuckles ]
Uh, yeah.
We got you this present.
Or whatever.
That's a vintage
pre-war harmonica.
-A very nice collector's --
-Yes.
Yes...I can use this.
I must save the juices.
Ooh! Hey, Guillermo!
We heard you have
a choo-choo train.
Can we play with it?
Not now.
We shall
after the celebrations.
Only I may operate it.
The train listens only to me.
Both: Yay! Choo-choo!
Ugh. A toy train?
I'm already exhausted.
Let's just ask if
we can get the favors now.
Hey, birthday boy.
So, where are those
party favors at?
Ha, what my inconsiderate
brother's trying to say is
we might have to leave
a bit early.
So if you have any party favors
to give out, ah, you know?
[ Chuckles ]
-Is he even listening?
-It is time!
The creation day ceremonies
are upon us!
Walk this way, please.
[ Grunting ]
[ Sighs ]
Fellow organisms, look upon
the souvenir of festivity.
All: Ooh.
Both: The party favor!
If you wish to obtain
said souvenir,
you must compete
in the creation day ceremonies.
There can only be one winner.
Ahh, great.
Don't worry, Val.
How hard can these games be?
For your first competition,
the one who dances the most
like a fresh pupa wins.
-Begin!
[ Gunshot ]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...
Ooh. Ahh...
More wiggling.
Think about your metamorphosis.
Man, this is kind of making my
joints feel all loosey goosey.
Stop!
-You win.
-Ooh, hurray!
I'm a poopa!
This is an outrage!
That was no fair.
You will have your chance to win
in the next event.
But first, let us rest.
[ Snoring ]
-A nap? What the heck is --
-And now we wake!
Competition two.
Piñata.
This is gonna be easy.
-Ah.
-A little to the left.
A little to the right.
Where's this piñata anyways?
You must the piñata
that I see in my mind.
At least I get to swing
a bat around. [ Grunts ]
Getting colder.
Ow! Vic! I'm not the piñata.
Oh, sorry, Reynaldo.
Ow! Victor!
Hehe, just making sure.
Time is up. Next.
Why are we blindfolded
if we can't see the piñata
in the first place?
[ Grunting ]
A good effort, but failure
was inevitable. Next.
Ooh. Ah, ah, ah, ah.
No way Reynaldo's gonna find
that invisible piñata.
He can't even find
his belly button.
Aah. Oh.
-You win.
-I did?
Yes. I commend your bravery.
Yay!
So what's the next game,
Guillermo?
Now it is time for snacks.
Creator!
Bring forth the sustenance.
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Ugh, do I even want to know
what this is?
Oh.
Ah.
Oh, no. No, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
Both: Oh!
We want some, too!
Here it comes!
So unsanitary...
Okay! Victor and Valentino,
your turn.
-Open wide...
-Stop!
Uh, c-can we use the bathroom,
please?
Oh, why, of course!
You may relieve yourselves
for the moment.
But don't delay.
There are plenty more
festivities to take place.
[ Panting ] I can't
take much more of this.
We've gotta find
those party favors!
Nothing!
Nothing.
Gotta be here somewhere.
-Look!
-Let's get 'em!
Come on, Vic.
We're wasting precious time!
I'm, like, trying really
hard for once, okay?
Oh, you want some more?
Already?
Okay, just let me run
inside real quick.
Vic! Hurry!
I got 'em! Whoa!
Both: Whoa!
[ Exhales ]
She took them all!
We're never gonna
get out of here.
Oh, yes, we are, Val!
Look!
But there's only one.
Vic!
Give it, Vic!
Grandma's gonna think
I skipped out!
-Take one for the team, Val!
-No way! [ Grunts ]
Both: Whoa!
Nice job.
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Guillermo?
I told you, the train
only listens to me.
Hold on to your epidermis.
Hurry, Guillermo!
It is stuck.
Now it is broken.
We're doomed!
Uhh...
Quick, grab whatever you can
that will weigh it down!
Okay.
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[ Grunting ]
Ah.
[ Cat meows ]
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-[ Grunts ]
It's working! Yeah!
Whoo-hoo! No!
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Both: Aah!
It is almost done.
I can feel it.
Both: Whoa!
-Aah.
-Got it.
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Both: Whoa!
Aah!
Wow, Guillermo.
You actually did something cool.
Don't celebrate too soon.
Both: [ Groaning ]
Make way! Make way!
Help!
We found your birthday cake.
And then we ate half of it,
got tired,
and now we can't get up!
There is no hope.
We must ready ourselves
for the afterlife.
No! There has to be a way!
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Ahh!
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Both: Yay...
-Yeah! Yeah!
-Man, that was crazy.
Yeah!
Oh, sorry for messing
with your train, Guillermo.
The train,
it is my greatest work.
It is my passion, the unyielding
yearning of my soul.
Wait, you built this whole train
by yourself?
That's awesome!
I love the part when it went
all fast and junk.
Now that the festivities
are over, you are free to go.
Oh. We were actually having fun,
right, Vic?
Yeah, we can stay
a little longer.
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Wow. The level of detail you put
into this is extraordinary!
Whoo-hoo! All right!
Yeah! Yeah!
Niños, it's late.
Your grand creator is here.
-Aw, man.
-Time to go home, boys.
Oh! Uh, well, we don't have
our party favors, Grandma.
So technically we can't
go home yet.
Actually, the favors
have burrowed into their bodies.
-Huh?
-Say what now?
I baked the remaining party
favors into the cake.
They are sugar-based.
They are a part of you now.
Good day.
-Come on, boys.
-But Grandma!
We didn't get to try
the blue paste!
Yeah!
It comes out of a weird egg,
and the creator
slathers it on your tongue.
I think you've had enough
Guillermo for one day.
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