[rhythmic chiptune music]
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- [squawks] Rise and shine!
- One step ahead of you, Sergio!
It's my mom's one day off all month,
and we made plans to spend it together.
- [squawks] You go, girl!
- [hums pleasantly]
[yelps] - Morning, Mom.
I made you a breakfast burrito and a coffee for the road.
- The road? - Yeah.
I planned a few activities for our big day together.
- Oh, right. Fantastic.
- Now, here. Eat this.
We only have eight hours until you have to be back at work.
- [squawks] Seven hours and 58 minutes.
- Hurry up and get dressed. I'll meet you in the kitchen.
- [yawns]
- Maria, I heard you come in late last night.
What are you doing up so early?
- I promised Ronnie Anne that I would spend the day with her.
- I'm worried about you, mija.
You need your rest or you're going to wear yourself out!
- Don't worry. I feel fine.
- Mom!
Okay, so I thought we could catch a movie.
"Chupacabra 4!"
- Ooh, I wonder how they'll top "Chupacabra 3."
- Then lunch at the make-your-own pizza place,
then the arcade, and then the museu--
[cell phone trills]
- Oh, it's the new nurse.
I should really answer. Just a sec.
Hey, Linda. - [indistinct chatter]
- No, we can't treat pigeons,
even if it has insurance.
Happy to help. [line beeps]
Sorry about that. Where were we?
- Okay, so-- - Mom!
I was unpacking a crate of salsa verde,
and I got a splinter!
- What's the big deal? Just take it out.
- [whimpering] Ah, the pain!
- Jeez, Bobby, why are you being so dramatic?
Here, let me-- - [screams]
It hurts to touch! - I didn't even touch it!
- Hang tight, sweetie. I'll go get my tweezers.
- There you are!
I heard it was your day off,
and I need you to pose for a portrait.
- Sorry, Tía Frida. She's booked.
- But Maria's the only one in the family I haven't captured
and I need to get this piece to the gallery.
- [whimpers] But what about my boo boo?
- [squawks] Tick tock, tick tock!
- Okay, fine.
But how about she does both at the same time?
[acoustic guitar chord]
- Ah, I can't look.
[screams] I looked!
- Maria, stay still or else you'll come out
looking like Picasso.
- So you almost done, 'cause it looks good to me, Tía Frida!
- What are you talking about?
Maria doesn't even have a face yet!
I'm waiting for the right expression.
[quirky musical flourish]
Oh! [dramatic musical chord]
- [sheepish chuckle] - Now I have to start over.
- [gasps] But we only have seven hours left.
- [squawks] Six hours, 40 minutes, and counting.
- Got it! - [sighs] Thanks, Mom.
I better get back to the mercado.
[door closes] - Freeze!
That's the look!
- Wait, really? This look?
- [laughing] Yep. Now just hold it.
- Ugh! [shutter clicks]
Here, you can use this instead. [goat bleats]
- [gasps] That's an even better angle!
- So you're all set? - Come on, Mom.
Let's go before someone else needs--
- Tía Maria! - Aww, come on!
- I found you three great guys on this dating app,
"Middle Aged Match."
- Gee, thanks.
- This one looks just like Raul from "Adios, Anna, Adios!"
- [squawks] But older!
- [squeals] They're waiting in the hall!
- Seriously?
- I know, right?
Tía's playing the field.
- Gah!
Ooh, guys, instead of having three long boring dates,
how about speed dating?
- Oh, my gosh, yes!
[upbeat music]
- Maria, your name--
es como musica...
- [giggles] Right.
- Oh, it's so romantic.
- Shh, I can't hear.
- For the love of--Sergio, can you help speed this up?
- [squawks] For the right price.
[biscuits shuffling]
[squawks] Time's up, pal!
- Gah! [awkward giggle]
- All right, I guess it's my turn.
- [squawks] Guess again!
- Well, hello there. I--It's nice to meet--
- [squawks] It's not you, it's her!
- Well, okay then.
♪ ♪
Have a good one.
- Mom!
Mom, I got hot sauce where my splinter was.
It burns. It burns!
[screams, whimpers]
- Tía Maria, help!
I glued my model caboose to my caboose.
And then I got an itch.
[model train hoots]
[cell phone trills]
- Yes, Linda? - [indistinct chatter]
- Well, that's what the gloves are for.
Just a second. I'm getting another call.
Hey, Arturo. Everything okay?
- Hola, Maria! Great.
The clinic is thriving.
But can you tell me what this rash is?
- It hurts so bad!
- How am I gonna go to the bathroom?
- What about this guy? He's cute.
- [screams] Mom, the pain! - Caboose on my caboose!
- Mom! - Middle-aged guy!
- Caboose!
- [growls]
Stop! Listen up.
- Oh, hey, Ronnie Anne. Didn't see you there, mija.
- Hey, Dad.
Everyone, I know you all need my mom,
but this was supposed to be my day with her,
and now the day is half over!
- Aww, she misses her mama!
[shutter clicks] It's so sweet.
- I'm sorry, mija. You're right.
I promise, no more interruptions.
It'll just be you and me for the rest of the afternoon.
- Thanks, Mom. And thanks, everyone.
- But what about my rash? It's spreading--
[line beeps]
- Come on, Mom! Hurry!
- Okay, I got my coffee and I'm good to go!
What's first?
- If we hurry, we can still make the movie.
[cell phone trills] - I'd better take that.
I know you're too nice not to answer.
How am I not your background photo?
[shutter clicks] Come on, Mom.
♪ ♪
On the way to the movie theater,
I'll show you the sneaker store
that Sid and I are obsessed with.
- That's... [yawns] Great.
- And there's amazing street art
on the way to the pizza place.
[train dinging, whooshes]
And after that, we can stop at the churro donut truck.
- Sounds delish.
- [laughs sheepishly] Mom?
You here?
[train rattles]
- [snoring]
[tires screech] [doors ding dong]
- No big. I'll just call her.
[keypad blipping] [cell phone trilling]
Dang it, I took her phone!
Okay, don't panic. She's smart.
She's probably waiting for me at the last stop.
- [snoring]
- [squawks] - [gasps]
Ronnie Anne? Oh, no--my phone!
[couple screaming]
[inhales, exhales] Okay.
Don't panic. She's smart.
She's probably waiting for me at the next stop.
- [squawks]
[train dinging]
- Mom?
[door ding dongs] - Ronnie Anne?
- Nope. Name's Joe.
♪ ♪
- Maybe she made her way here.
[dramatic music playing]
Mom? - Amelie?
- Elio? - Harry?
- No, it's Ronnie Anne.
- Well, Ronnie Anne, you're ruining the movie!
Boo! [angry chatter]
- There's only one way to stop this chupacabra and that is--
- Ronnie Anne? - Boo!
Now we'll never know! [angry chatter]
- Okay.
Where's another place we were supposed to meet?
The pizza place!
[rhythmic chiptune music]
♪ ♪
[sips] Ah.
- [coos, sips]
- [squawks]
[people screaming]
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- [gasps]
- [grunts]
- [sheepish laugh]
- Same thing happened to me earlier.
- [sighs]
Well, so much for quality time.
[somber guitar music]
[sighs heavily]
[cell phone trills] - Hello?
- Ronnie Anne? - Mom?
- I'm calling from the landline.
I was so worried!
Please come home, mija.
I'll explain everything.
- [buzzing]
[squawks]
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[cars honking]
- Ronnie Anne! There you are.
Hey, sweetie.
- Mom, what happened?
This was supposed to be our special day.
- I know. I feel terrible.
Honestly, I was so tired,
I fell asleep in the train station.
Then I looked everywhere for you,
but my brain was so foggy,
I couldn't remember where we were going first.
I'm so sorry I ruined our day.
- I'm the one who should be sorry.
I had no idea you were so exhausted.
I feel like a huge jerk.
- It's not your fault. I thought I could do it.
Hey, there's still a little time left.
We could hit the arcade. - Tía Maria!
I found a new match for you.
He's between jobs, but he's super handsome.
- Ow! Mom.
I dropped a pineapple on my foot
and then I spilled hot sauce on it.
The pain. The burn!
[dramatic music]
- I have a better idea.
Quick, come to my room!
- Tía Maria, I need you!
The glue situation has gotten worse.
- You can't hide from love, Tía Maria!
- Oh, I need to show her my masterpiece.
- [yelps] That was my good foot!
- Sorry, guys.
Whatever you need, it'll have to wait.
Mom's busy right now.
- I guess we're going now?
- [whimpering]
[mellow music]
- [squawks] It's a living.
♪ ♪
- [snores]
- Hey, Ronnie Anne. - [yawns]
- I feel much better.
Thank you so much, sweetie.
That was really thoughtful of you.
- No problem, Mom. You deserve it.
- I promise my next day off is all yours.
Well, better go-- my shift's starting,
and Linda just called to tell me
that some genius swallowed a wrench.
- Really?
Man, your job is so cool.
- Would you wanna come with me?
- Could I? - Sure.
I mean, we'd be together. - Can I take the wrench out?
- [laughs] [firmly] No.
[upbeat music]
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