[drumroll, cymbal crashes]
[upbeat music]
- [giggles]
♪ ♪
- [laughs]
- Ohh, ooh.
- [laughs] - Ugh!
Wah!
- Whoa!
[frog croaking]
- [laughs]
- Ahh! Wah! Wah! Wah!
♪ ♪
[horn honks]
- Ta-da!
- Whoa! - [giggles]
- Ahh! Ahh!
- Ohh.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Ba, ba-ba-ba-baaa ♪
[upbeat bouncy music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪
♪ Come and meet our fish family ♪
- ♪ Hee-hee-hee, hi-hi-hi ♪
♪ How many fishies do you spy? ♪
[knock at door]
- Hey, Chas.
Thanks for babysittin'.
- Bummer I could only score five tickets
to the Fondue Festival.
- Happy to skip that one, Randy.
I already have a fraught relationship with cheese.
Make it hot and who knows what could happen?
- I woulda joined ya'll in a hot-cheese second.
Always down to help with the kiddos, though.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Ho-ho-ho, hee-hee-hee ♪
♪ We are fishes, you and me ♪
- The "Fishy Song?" Some days I wanna toss the tablet
out the window to save my poor eardrums.
- Ooh, we--we're limiting Tommy's tablet time
to educational content.
all: Ooh. Huh?
- Yeah, check back in six months, Deed.
- ♪ Hey hey hey, ho ho ho ♪
♪ Blue fishy plays the cello ♪
[music stops]
[children gasp, whining]
[music starts]
- That's our cue to fondue.
- Oh, man, we had some fantastic fondue parties
in my day.
I've even got the scars to prove it.
Probably shoulda worn pants. Ah, no regrets.
- Wow, Lou, I didn't realize you were so passionate
about melted cheese. Why don't you take my ticket?
- Oh, I couldn't do that, Betty.
- Seriously, Lou, enjoy.
I think I'm coming down with something anyway. Achoo.
- Sorry to hear. Gotta run.
- I'm not really sick, you know.
I just didn't want Lou to feel bad for taking my ticket.
- Betty, I know a real sneeze when I hear one.
Plus, you've got bags under your eyes,
and you look ready to collapse.
- But now that you mention it, I am kinda beat.
- Now let's get you all settled in Chuckie's room
so Aunt Betty can rest.
- ♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪
♪ Come and meet our fish family ♪
♪ Hee-hee-hee, hi-hi-hi ♪
[laughs]
That song is stuck in my head forever.
♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪
♪ Come and meet... ♪
- Oh, no, the "Fishy Song" is stuck
in Chuckie's daddy's head forever.
That means we can't hear it ever again.
- We brush our tooth to that song.
- Our hairs too.
- And I always listen to the "Fishy Song"
right before I go potty.
- I just hearded the song for the firstest time today,
but I can't remember life without it.
[all sighing]
- If that song's stucked in Chuckie's daddy's head
there's only one thing to do.
Pull it out of there.
- If we make it extra cold for Chuckie's daddy,
the song would drip out of his nose holes.
[upbeat music]
- Whoa!
Which button, Chuckie, a dragon breaths or a snowfake?
- Snowfake, Tommy.
Snow is cold for sure.
- Whoa!
- Aw, still warm.
Bet that button's baby-poofed. Classic Chuckie's house.
- Ooh, I know another way to get that song
out of your daddy's head, Chuckie.
We can make him sneeze.
When I sneeze, stuff shoots out of my nose
whether I like it or not.
I always like it.
- But, you guys, maybe my daddy likes having the song stuck.
- Nobody likes when things get stucked in.
- Like when my lollipop got stuck
in your hair, did you like it?
- No. - Me neither.
It tasted terrible after that.
- You're right. Stuck stuff is awful.
- One time, my grandpa put a bunch of black stuffs
all over his eggs and eated it,
and then he sneezed and sneezed.
- Pepper. I know where that is.
- Are you sure this is a good idea?
- Bradley, the only thing I'm sure of
is that the president is stuck in the middle of the Earth
and he needs our help to get out.
- Man, "Mission to the Middle" never gets old, am I right?
Brr, it's cold as Iceland in here all of a sudden.
- You have chills!
I knew you were coming down with something.
My germ radar is impeccable.
- [yawns] Maybe you're right.
I feel like I haven't slept in, like, 18 months.
Mmm.
[yawns]
- Achoo!
- [snoring]
- It's the portal to the middle of the Earth.
Now we can get the president unstuck.
- Mission accomplished.
- Uh-oh, Bradley, haven't you heard of tunnel rats?
You're not out of the woods yet.
Sorry, little guy. What are you doing here?
I coulda sworn I latched that baby gate.
- Sorry, guys,
guess I'm not a good sneaker.
Now the "Fishy Song" is stuck in my daddy's head forever.
- Wait, maybe we got to find a door on Chuckie's daddy,
like the one on TV.
And instead of unstucking a president,
we'll unstuck the "Fishy Song."
- My mommy is been showing me all the parts of the body
in this medical book.
Found it.
"All of the sounds and songs you hear
get inside through your ear."
- How? That ear doesn't gots a door.
- Well, growed-ups are always talking about
their poor eardrums. Maybe that's their ear doors.
- I got a drum.
Follow me inside the eardrum.
[sneaky music]
♪ ♪
[together] Ooh. Wow.
- Wow, Chuckie, the inside of your daddy's ear
is just like melty crayons.
- I hear the "Fishy Song."
This way.
♪ ♪
- We're near the brain now.
"Your brain is right between your ears.
It holds your wishes, thoughts, and fears."
- Look, a train. We can ride this to the middle
of Chuckie's daddy's head and find his song.
[laughter]
- [grunts]
all: Whoa.
[upbeat music]
- Being inside my daddy's brain isn't so scary.
all: Ahh!
- I spoke too soon.
all: Ahh!
♪ ♪
- ♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪
♪ Come and meet our fish family ♪
♪ Hee-hee-hee, hi-hi-hi ♪
- So this is the middle of the Earth.
- What? What? What? Did I miss the best part?
Aha, only a sick person would fall asleep
before the Earth splitting open scene.
I better go make Betty some soup.
♪ Hi-hi-hi, hey-hey-hey ♪
♪ Blue fishy has come to play ♪
♪ Hey-hey-hey, ho-ho-ho ♪
♪ Blue fishy eats the Jell-O ♪
♪ Ho-ho-ho, hee-hee-hee ♪
- We founded the song!
- ♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪
- Achoo!
[loud rumbling]
all: Ahh!
- Ugh!
- [gasps]
- Yummy, yummy in my-- - Tummy.
- We must be in the tummy.
- Let's just find the closest way out.
- Yeah, I'm pretty sure
we don't wanna take the closest way out.
- Maybe we can go back the way we came.
Food goes down this slide into the tummy.
[tummy rumbling] all: Ooh.
- And burps go up.
[loud burp] all: Ahh!
- Ugh!
Being inside a tummy is yucky,
but I'm not giving up.
If I don't help my daddy,
he'll be stuck with that "Fishy Song"
in his head forever!
- Hey-hey, my tuna sandwich.
all: Ahh!
- Ohh, whew.
That was a close one.
- We're back in the brain.
I hear those fishies; follow me.
- ♪ Come and meet our fish family ♪
- [gasps]
[laughs]
Oh.
[gasps] It's here,
all the nice stuff we do together.
It's the bestest part of my daddy's brain.
What if the fishies come in here too?
They might never wanna leave.
- ♪ Hee-hee-hee ♪
♪ Blue fishy has come to play ♪
♪ Ho-ho-ho, ha-ha-ha ♪
- Whoa! Ugh!
We gotta ride these fishies right out of my daddy's brain.
- ♪ Hee-hee-hee, ha-ha-ha ♪
♪ How many fishes do you spy? ♪
♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪
♪ Red fishy has come to play ♪
- Susie, where is the eardrum?
- I dunno, but there's his nose holes.
all: Boogies!
- Don't worry. Noses have not one hole but two.
Helpful when you say achoo.
- ♪ Hee-hee-hee, come and meet our fish family ♪
♪ Hee-hee-hee, ha-ha-ha ♪
♪ How many fishes do you spy? ♪
♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪
[both breathing heavily]
Ahh!
- [slurps]
Ahh.
I feel like a million bucks. You cured me.
- That's my famous Finster soup.
Ahh..Achoo!
[together] Ugh!
[all crying] - No, kids.
Oh, no, no, no, no, it's okay. Don't cry.
Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Sorry. Ahh!
[piano clangs]
- Are you okay there, Chazzy?
- Sorry. Ahh!
- Here you go, pups.
- ♪ Come and meet our fish family ♪
♪ Hee-hee-hee, ha-ha-ha ♪
♪ How many fishies do you spy? ♪
- How did I forget to latch the baby gate again?
I swear I don't know what goes on in my brain sometimes.
- What's up with that sneeze? You getting sick?
Ooh, yeah, definitely clammy.
Let's get you some of that famous Finster soup.
- ♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪
♪ We five fish are family ♪
- ♪ Ba, ba-ba-ba-baaa ♪
[upbeat music]
- Meow.
[slurping]
- Hey, Lil, why are you drinking like a kitty?
- I'm practicing.
- Me and Lil wanna turn into kitty cats.
Think about it. You get to eat as much cat food as you want.
- And use this litter box.
- Hosting a cat adoption concert is a great idea, Betty.
So many cats are going to find new homes.
- Oh, one already has. I adopted him for the shop.
His name's Copy. Copy-Cat, cat humor. Get it?
- [giggles]
- So where is Copy?
- Eh, you know cats, don't see him for days.
Then he pops up out of nowhere and surprises me.
I love how they do that. - Hey, Betty.
- Oh!
Whew. [chuckles] - Hold the phone.
Is that Bob Brine? He's singing here?
- Can you believe it?
Chas heard he was in town and found a way to reach him.
Turns out Bob Brine is a huge supporter of cat rescue.
- Bob Brine, never thought I'd see that man again.
- You know him?
- Oh, Pop and Bob Brine were best friends.
They used to sing together a long time ago.
Ever heard of Pickles and Brine?
- Doesn't ring a bell, but add some peanut butter
and you got a dynamite sandwich.
How about you and Bob sing together tonight here?
- Not a chance. We haven't seen each other in ages,
and it's fine by me.
- Stu and Chas have tried to get Pickles and Brine
back together for years.
- Won't happen. Playing music is what made us stop
being best friends in the first place.
Don't even ask me about the fight.
- Wait, your grandpa
and his bestest friend stopped being friends?
- A'cause of music?
- [gasps]
Your daddy plays music.
What do you think, Chuckie?
- Anything is postible, Tommy.
Music might be more dangerous than I thought.
- You thought music was dangerous?
- I think everything is dangerous.
- Here you go kids, orchestra swag.
[laughter]
[maracas shaking, cowbell clanging]
[laughter]
- Wait, we shouldn't do this. We're playing music.
- So? It's fun. Try it.
- I do love the kazoo. No, we can't.
What if playing music makes us stop being friends
like Tommy's grandpa and his bestest friend?
- Don't worry, Chuckie, we're just playing at home
with music toys.
That can't hurt anyone.
[cymbals crash]
both: Ow! Again!
- Maybe you are right, Tommy.
One little blow into the kazoo won't make anyone fight.
[kazoo tooting, cowbell clanging]
[cymbals crash]
- See, Chuckie, everything's okay.
- Come on, Pop, who cares about some decades-old fight?
You two belong together. You're Pickles and Brine.
- Oh, yeah?
Who says Pickles and Brine always have to go together?
- Well, technically brine is the vinegar
that makes the cucumber into a pickle,
but that's neither here nor there.
[knock at door]
- Ah. Oh. - I wonder who that could be?
Stu, tell me you and Chas didn't--
- What a total surprise.
Look who is in the neighborhood,
our old friend Bob Brine.
[cymbals crash]
- Bob, looking well-preserved.
- Lou, same old sour pickle.
- Ha, there's that classic stage banter.
The magic is back already.
- I have imagined this moment many times.
You went off on tour all those years ago
singing the songs we wrote together by yourself?
- Because you didn't wanna come.
- Because I had a family.
- And I didn't.
[dramatic music]
[both gasp]
- So now the big star has come crawling back.
Well, let's hear it; bring on the overdue apology.
- Apology?
Please, I'm only here because Chas told me you changed,
which I see you haven't one bit.
- Yeah? Well, neither have you.
[both grunt]
- Did you all see that? They're fighting again.
- Wait, what if show my grandpa and that man
that we can play music and still be friends?
Then they'll stop fighting and be bestest friends again.
- Okay, let's play. Ready?
[kazoo tooting, cowbell clanging]
♪ ♪
Am I in your way?
- Not at all. Keep playing.
♪ ♪
- Tommy, I can't kazoo
with you cowbell-ringing right in my face!
[both grunting]
- Tommy, Chuckie, listen, you both love playing music, right?
- Yeah.
- And you both love being friends, right?
- Of course, but Tommy was ringing that bell way too much.
- And Chuckie was kazooing right in my ear.
- Mm... sorta seems like you're acting
like Tommy's grandpa and his friend.
- Oh, sorry, Chuckie.
- Oh, me too.
Let's try again.
♪ ♪
- Look, I already told these boys
Pickles and Brine are in the past.
I never even think about the act.
- Oh, yeah, Pop? Then what are you doing with this? Huh?
- "Bottom of the Barrel." You still have our old album.
I haven't seen that in years. Where did you find it anyway?
- Right here on this wall
where it was hanging in a custom frame.
- Must use it to cover up a hole.
- How about we play your song just ones for old time's sake?
Whoops, sweaty hands. Lou, I think I broke something.
- Don't worry, Chas, don't need it.
I'm high-tech now.
- You? Huh, I'll believe it when I see it.
- Well, watch and believe.
Duffy, play "Bottom of the Barrel."
- Of course, searching for Thomas, Paul, and Carol.
- I said play "Bottom of the Barrel."
- Understood. Searching for watermelon peril.
- No, barrel. Play barrel.
- Sir, there is no need to yell.
- Ha, real high-tech. - Quiet.
♪ ♪
- Who knew that kazoo and cowbell would sound
so heavenly together?
- Tommy and Chuckie could be the next Pickles and Brine.
- Hey, how about we get
those two on stage tonight at Betty's Beans?
- And I suppose you want Chuckie to go on tour
for 20 years while Tommy gets left behind at home?
- So you would admit it; you have been jealous of my career.
- Please, I wouldn't trade jobs with you
if you were the last coffee house singer on Earth.
- Sorry, boys, not meant to be. - Mr. Brine, wait.
- A good pickle needs time.
- I'm sorry, Chuckie.
I guess music is dangerous.
- We can never, ever play again.
I wish it didn't come to this, but here,
hide it forever, Phil,
somewhere I will never ever find it.
- Okay.
- Not in your diaper. - [gasps]
Well, I'm out of ideas. Your turn, Lillian.
- [giggles]
- This too.
Not there.
- [giggles] - All done.
- Now, don't tell me or Tommy where our instruments are
no matter how much we ask.
- Okay.
[whispers] Don't look behind the couch.
- Lil!
It's been nice knowing you, Tommy.
- [sighs]
- Oh.
[breezy upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- [mumbles]
- Mm.
- I'm gonna drink some more kitty water.
- Your ears look pointier already.
- Welcome to our Care for Cats concert.
Thank you all for coming.
I'd like to introduce our special guest
who really cares about cats,
the one and only Bob Brine.
[cheers and applause] - Thanks, everybody.
Hey, there. I'd like to start with a song
I wrote a long time ago with my best friend.
It's about the power of friendship.
Pretty hard to sing it by myself, but...
sorry, need a minute.
[audience murmuring]
- Grandpa's friend needs help.
We gotsta go up there. Take your kazoo.
- But, Tommy, if we go up there, what will happen to us?
- I don't know, Chuckie; all I know is no matter what,
I'll never stop being your friend.
- I guess I'm not singing by myself after all.
Come on, kids, let's make some music together.
[upbeat guitar music]
[cowbell and kazoo enter]
♪ No matter where you are or what you're doing ♪
♪ No matter the length of road or the length of time ♪
♪ ♪
♪ No matter if it's tea or trouble brewing ♪
♪ No matter what, I've got your back and you got mine ♪
- ♪ When your chips are down, that's when I'll show up ♪
♪ When my sugar's out, you'll lend me a cup ♪
♪ When your wound too tight, I'll cut you some slack. ♪
- Meow.
- ♪ When I fall behind, I know you got my back. ♪
♪ ♪
both: ♪ No matter where you are or what you're doing ♪
♪ No matter the length of the road ♪
♪ Or the length of time ♪
- Hee-hee.
both: ♪ No matter if it's tea or trouble brewing ♪
♪ No matter what, I've got your back and you've got mine ♪
[cat meows] - Yes, sir.
both: ♪ No matter what, I've got your back ♪
♪ And you've got mine ♪
- [gasps] Lillian, is that you?
[applause] - Thanks, everybody.
- [laughs] Thank you. Rock and roll.
- Thanks, Lou. Love you, pal.
- Missed ya, buddy.