[theme music playing]
All right, ten degrees left.
Turning left.
I tell you, Pebbles.
This is how adventures should be.
What do you mean? Dip down 30 feet.
Going down.
We're flying through the air on our way to rescue a long, lost treasure.
I'm glad you're excited, Bamm-Bamm.
But don't forget why we're doing this?
We're trying to help, Fribee.
Another ten degrees to the left when you get a chance.
Turning left.
Everybody makes fun of Fribee.
But once we find the key of mystery,
We'll be able to open the door of wonder
and retrieve the box of thrills and or chills.
Then all the other Flapadactyls
will have to admit that Fribee is smarter than they think.
Nobody can call you dumb after this. Right, Fribee?
Turnin' right.
No, no! No don't. Just keep going left.
Towing left.
And new costumes aside,
this adventure isn't that special.
Pebbles, just think about the words you used a second ago.
Key of mystery. Door of wonder.
Box of thrills and or chills.
It'll be our best adventure, ever.
All right, all right. I admit it.
Things are lookin' up.
-Lookin' up. -No, wait--
[both screaming]
Oh, no. I am dumb.
-[screaming] -[splashing]
And now, we're in a swamp.
Yup that seems more like our style.
Ew! This place really, really stinks.
Smells worse than my dad before they invented soap, last week.
I've read about this.
We must be in the Cruds.
It's a giant swamp right inside the Crags.
Let's get outta here, so you can read more about it.
Everything about this place is grossin' me out.
It even sounds gross.
[vocalizing in distance]
Do you hear that song?
It's mesmerizing.
What did you say something? I was listening to that song. It's mesmerizing.
Sounds like it's coming from that rundown old cabin.
[vocalizing continues]
[door creaking]
Ah! The singing stopped.
Should we go in. The door's...
-[crashing] -Gone.
Hello. Is anybody home?
This place looks abandoned.
Which might actually be good news for us,
judging on what whoever lived here, left behind. [shudders]
I wouldn't start insulting their creepy possessions just yet.
We have company.
[singing]
Oh, uh, excuse us. Sorry to intrude
but the door was, uh, not a door anymore, so...
We heard your song, your voice is beautiful.
-It's like the voice of a... -[shrieks]
Ahhh! Tiny monkey.
Who what when where how?
-[screaming] -[shrill vocalizing]
[voice trembling] What is that?
What are those?
Wait, do you mean us? We're people.
-[creaking] -Oh, that's right.
I thought you looked familiar.
Excuse me, I've been alone so long
that I've forgotten what other human beings look like.
How long have you lived out here?
[sighs] I'd say about a decade.
I'm a scientist studying the ecology of the Cruds.
I vaguely remember that it's customary
to extend your hand when you meet someone new
but I can't remember why. I'm Dr. Gravel.
Gravel?
As in, Dr. Jeanine Gravel?
[gasps] Ma'am, it would be an honor to shake your hand.
If you lowered it about two feet.
-You're familiar with my work? -Of course.
The way you choose to live among the creatures you study,
completely changed how we think about
the scientist-subject relationship.
Well, I wouldn't say it completely--
When I first read your book about your time living
with a colony of worms, it made me want to be a worm.
But then, I decided, I want to be like you.
I'm your second choice after a worm?
I've never been compared to a worm before.
Let alone considered nearly its equal.
Yeah, I hate to interrupt
but this thing won't stop looking at me.
Ah, yes!
The muckey truly is an incredible creature, isn't it?
Its exquisite song is just one of its many remarkable attributes.
I've spent the last ten years studying them
and I've barely scraped their mucousy surface.
Off you go, back into the wild.
Can't have it getting accustomed to being around us.
One of my chief responsibilities as a biologist
is to interfere with the natural world as little as possible.
We must always strive to preserve pristine,
-untouched spots such as this. -[gurgling]
-You mean this gross swamp? -[thuds]
Bamm-Bamm, that's rude.
Oh, it's fine. His reaction is quite common.
As with the muckey,
most people aren't able to look beyond
the superficial repellentosity of the Cruds,
to see it for the ecological wonder it truly is.
You must let me give you a tour.
This is what you get when you major in physical fitness.
I can't believe we're really here
with the Jeanine Gravel.
My eyes are even tearing up.
And not just from the stench of whatever I'm sitting in.
Look over there.
Do you see those ferns growing underneath that tree limb where it meets the trunk?
Those are called armpit ferns.
But not just because they look like armpit hair.
They smell like armpit hair too.
-[flies buzzing] -You don't say!
And there are some lumpy pads.
They're like lily pads but...
[chuckling in excitement] Lumpy?
Very.
Now, over there is a bloatasaurus.
Though it might be a bloatodon.
It's hard to tell due to the bloating.
-[Bloatasaurus grunting] -What is that?
This is a glowbur
that I use to tag the animals to track them.
-[thuds] -[beeping]
[both exclaiming]
Oh, don't worry. The bur doesn't cause the dinosaur any pain.
He probably won't even notice it
because he's already in so much pain from the bloating.
In any event, these tags will help other scientists
continue my work after I'm gone.
Gone? Are you leaving the Crags?
Can we leave?
I'm afraid my study is nearly complete.
It'll be difficult to leave my home,
but I'm excited to share what I've learned with the world.
In fact, I'm giving a presentation on my findings
at the next BED talk.
[gasps] You're a speaker at BED. That's so exciting!
The Bedrock BED conference is a yearly event
featuring presentations about the latest and greatest advances
in the prehistoric world.
Oh, so you instantly assume I've never heard of BED talks.
I'm insulted is what I'd say if you weren't right.
There's a rumor that this year's keynote speaker
will be the teen that invented soap last week.
[gasps] Oh, they invented soap?
[gasps] Oh, my goodness.
When I was at the science academy,
they said it was purely theoretical
and could never be done.
What a brave new world.
[singing in distance]
Listen, I think I know what that is.
A little muckey.
You're right, Dr. Gravel. The Cruds are a special place.
And the proof can be heard in that muckey's beautiful song.
Indeed. Though, technically it isn't singing. It's crying for help.
-Wait. What? -This muckey is trapped in stop sloth.
Slime that stops creatures who wander into it, right in their tracks.
Incredible isn't it? The muckey's panicked cries
are even more beautiful than their songs.
Fascinating creatures.
Oh, look here. You're going to love this.
This tree is called a burping willow.
Can either of you guess why?
Wait, aren't you gonna help the muckey?
Absolutely not.
As a scientist, I swore to be an impartial observer.
I cannot disrupt the natural order of the Cruds.
Intervention of any sort would taint my research.
That's awful. So we're just gonna sit here
and watch this poor muckey struggle?
Of course not. We're going back to my research station,
so I can practice my BED talk for you.
You're in for such a treat.
[grunting]
The Vile river. The Great Hairier Reef.
Old Stinkful.
The Grand and Chunky Canyon.
The Gallapagross Islands.
The Splatterhorn.
Mount Flushmore.
These are the seven sickest sights in the world.
Considered to be the most stomach-churning places on the planet.
Until now.
I give you the Cruds.
[clicking]
[clears throat] Next slide, please.
Hello!
[sighs] It's an internship.
Ooh, I can't listen to any more of this.
Do you mean the muckey crying for help
or this presentation?
Both. But mostly the crying for help.
I can't believe she's just sitting there, yakking away
while that poor slimy monkey is stuck in the muck.
What kind of person would do that?
You heard her, it's her duty as a scientist to be a jerk.
Well, I guess I won't be a worm or a Dr. Jeanine Gravel.
I'm gonna help that muckey.
That's the spirit. We can slip out while Gravel is distracted.
...where I found a bloatasaur nest.
By the way, if any of you are feeling nauseous.
-[engine sputtering] -Huh?
Hey!
[crying]
-Grab it, Bamm-Bamm. -[grunts]
Gross. [grunting]
-Ew, ew! -Don't worry, little muckey.
-You're safe now. -[thuds, beeps]
Take your stinking paws off my dirty ape.
-Dr. Gravel! -[splattering]
That's right, now put the muckey back in the slime and back away.
How did you get here so fast?
-We took your boat. -[beeping]
Pebbles, get us outta here.
You got it.
[banjo music playing]
[groaning]
[beeping]
Hah! You think you're gonna escape from me in my own back yard?
We're right back where we started.
So, unless you want the next tag to be on your toe,
I suggest you do like I said and drop the muckey
in the slime!
You are terrible.
I can't believe I ever looked up to you.
So what if it's your "scientific duty"
not to get your fingerprints all over nature.
It's your duty as a person
not to let another creature suffer.
Nice speech but you should save it for your BED talk.
-[clicks] -[splashes]
[gibbering]
Well, Gravel was right about one thing.
Those muckeys may not be much to look at.
But they are remarkable.
I'm sure she'll be happy to hear you say that.
No, no. Stay there.
You musn't help me. This is the way it has to be!
I'm part of the ecosystem now
and must not be disturbed, no matter the cost.
Go! Leave me, I'm one with the Cruds.
[gurgling]
-Okay. -No.
Nuts. [grunts]
[gurgling]
Ah, it appears my clothing has remained stuck in the slime.
Yep, this is about right for how our adventures usually end.
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