[car horns honk]
- ♪ I'm in the big city with my big familia ♪
♪ Every day here is my favorite día ♪
♪ One big house and our family store ♪
♪ Food and laughter y mucho amor ♪
♪ Tíos, abuelos, all of my primos ♪
♪ A dog, a parrot, amigos ♪
♪ We're one big family now ♪
♪ Sundays and Mondays ♪
♪ They're all fun days when you're with the... ♪
all: Casagrandes. - ♪ Mucha vida ♪
all: Casagrandes. - ♪ Bienvenida ♪
all: Casagrandes. - ♪ Mucha risa ♪
all: Casagrandes. We're all familia.
- Tan-tan!
♪ ♪
- And that's what happens to crooked vendors
who sell knockoff ice cream bars.
I'm Jim Sparkletooth coming for your dirty secret next.
- That guy's my hero.
- [sniffing]
Abuela, why are you frying burgers?
We already had dinner.
- Ooh. Are we having second dinner?
- Mi cocina is closed for the night.
- Check it out.
That new burger joint just opened across the street.
I was one of the first 50 customers.
I got a free burger bib, burger hat,
burger-flavored toothpaste...
- [groans]
- That explains the smell, mija.
Hector, close the window.
- Mmm-mmm-mmm.
What's the hurry?
- And they sing a super-catchy song
every time they get a tip.
- That's great, Bobby.
All right, I'm going to bed.
Good night, everybody,
[snoring]
Ahh!
Ugh!
[together] ♪ Thank you for the tips ♪
♪ We sing this song from our lips ♪
♪ Burger Blast, Burger Blast ♪
♪ We make our burgers really fast ♪
♪ Burger Blast ♪
- Ugh, that must be the tip song-
Ahh.
- Okay, Pierre, turn on the sign.
- Ahh!
[gasps]
Ugh.
- What's going on?
I thought I heard an intruder.
- Is everything okay?
- That burger sign has turned my room
into some sort of fast-food tanning booth.
How am I supposed to sleep?
- [gasps] I know what will fix this.
- [snoring]
- Abuelo, doesn't this bother you?
Sorry, mija.
I've lived in the city a long time.
I can sleep through anything.
[snoring]
- [gasps]
- These blackout shades should help.
Try to get some sleep, mija.
Come on, Hector.
[together] ♪ Thank you for the tips ♪
♪ We sing this song from our lips ♪
♪ Burger Blast, Burger Blast ♪
♪ We make our burgers really fast ♪
♪ Burger Blast ♪
♪ Thank you for the tips ♪
♪ We sing this song from our lips ♪
♪ Burger Blast, Burger Blast ♪
♪ We make our burgers really fast ♪
♪ Burger Blast ♪
- ♪ Thank you for the tips ♪
♪ We sing this song from our lips ♪
♪ Burger Blast, Burger Blast ♪
♪ We make our burgers really fast ♪
[together] ♪ Burger Blast, Burger Blast ♪
♪ We make our burgers really fast ♪
♪ Burger Blast ♪
- Ahh!
What a terrible nightmare.
[car horns honk]
- Sorry if I'm cranky today.
I got zero sleep last night.
- Let me guess, Burger Blast?
- Yes, the light, the smells, the...
both: Burger song.
- I can't go through that again.
We have to do something.
Maybe if we went over and talked to them
they would turn down the sign?
[electricity buzzing]
- Forget it. It's too far.
- Nope. We're doing this. Come on.
[indistinct chatter]
- Oh, right here, yeah.
Whoa!
[coughs]
[cheers and applause]
- Okay, oh, no, no, no, no, no. - No, no, no, no, no.
- Those must be the owners.
Let's go talk to them.
- Ooh-ooh-ooh, okay, then.
Welcome to Padma Blast.
I mean, Blurger Bast.
Eh, what can I get you?
- Padma, the ketchup alarms are going off.
We're low!
- I know, Pierre
I can hear.
Go get the emergency ketchup.
Sorry, kids. Was that two burgers?
- Um, uh, no, we wanted to talk to you
about your burger sign.
It's kind of bright, and it makes it hard to sleep--
- Uh, excuse me one sec.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
- Ahh! - Oh, don't worry.
It's just ketchup. What can I get ya?
- Well, we don't normally complain,
but since you've opened--
- Oh, you have a complaint? Oh, no problem.
Put it in the complaint jar, and we'll get right on it.
- Your sign is too bright.
Your smells are too strong.
Your singing is too loud.
But your complaint jar is nice.
See? I told you I'm cranky today.
- [chuckles]
[car horn honks]
Maybe it's the lack of sleep,
but I think that burger sign got brighter last night.
- I know. And the fry smell definitely got stronger too.
[sniff]
It's still in my hair.
Do you think they're messing with us?
- Yeah, just 'cause we're kids.
Well, we tried being nice.
Now it's time to play hardball.
- Yeah.
Do we need helmets for hardball?
- No, but we do need a "Carl."
- So we tried to talk to them, but they didn't listen.
We don't know what else to do.
Can you help us?
- I have a few ideas.
But your free five-minute consultation is over.
That'll be 20 to deal with the sign,
30 for the song, and 60 for the smell.
- We have five. - I also offer payment plans.
- So where's your guy who's supposed to be
helping us, Carl?
Anybody want a s'more?
- Relax. He'll be here soon
with the tarp to cover the sign.
Problem solved.
Look, there he is.
Sergio's your guy?
- Don't worry. He's very dependable.
- [squawks]
- What? A hotdog spill on 39th Street?
I'm out.
- No! Don't drop it yet!
- Ahh!
Ugh.
- Okay, new plan.
This place is gonna get shut down
when the inspector sees how unsafe it is.
- How do you know which one is the inspector?
- They always have a clipboard.
Operation Slip and Fall is on.
[upbeat electronic music]
♪ ♪
Ahh!
Oof!
Oh, the pain!
I'm so young.
Oh, the tragedy. - Oh.
I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
- [groans] I'll survive...
[coughs]
But this spilled mustard does make me wonder...
should this place be shut down?
Mrs. Inspector, what do you think?
Is this restaurant a hazard to public health?
- Who me? Oh, I'm not an inspector.
I'm just filling out a job application.
[both gasp and groan]
- Would a free Smiley Meal make you feel better?
- Does it come with a toy?
Yep. I'm good.
- What do you think, Sid?
Should we just hope they go out of business?
- It'll never happen.
Everyone loves their burgers.
I think we're just destined to never sleep again.
- Mmm, they are delicious.
Vete vete! Vete, Sancho!
- [squawks]
- That's my burger.
Wait a minute.
Sancho's given me a great idea.
I think it's time to give Jim Sparkletooth a call.
both: Ooh.
- Okay, Sergio and his friends should be here any minute.
- Same with Sparkletooth.
- Hey, Padma, the new electrician dimmed the sign.
It looks great.
- Oh, good.
- Excuse me.
Did we just hear you say that you dimmed your sign?
- Oh, hi, girls.
Yeah, sorry it took us so long.
We've just been really busy,
and Pierre thought he could fix everything himself.
- Hey, I'm handy. Oh-oh!
- He made everything worse.
But I finally hired a pro.
- All finished.
- Hola, chiquitas.
I dimmed the burger sign and put in some fans for the smell,
so you can stop complaining.
I also added vinegar to their ketchup.
It needed it.
- She is a lifesaver.
Anyway, we also took Tommy out of the tip song rotation.
That guy does not have an inside voice.
- Order for Vito!
Wow, you must be hungry.
- Wow, thank you so much.
Could you excuse us for a second?
Oh, no, Sid.
They were taking care of everything all along.
- I know. They're lovely.
And we're about to rain pigeon fury on them.
- We have to call it off.
Sergio, come in.
Abort the mission.
I repeat, abort the mission.
Sergio, come... abor...the miss...
Repeat...the mission.
- I don't copy. Coming in hot.
- Sergio, did you get that?
[both gasp]
[dramatic music]
Hello, I'm Jim Sparkletooth.
We're at the popular new restaurant Burger Blast,
where I've uncovered another dirty secret.
Their burgers are made from pigeon meat.
Tell us, why are you using pigeon meat?
And how do you sleep at night?
- What? How dare you.
We don't use pigeon--
both: Ahh!
- Huh? Ugh.
- [slurping]
Huh? Ahh!
- Hmm?
Eww!
all: Ahh!
- It's the pigeoning!
- We know this looks bad, but it's not true.
- It's the pigeon. Stop, please.
all: Ahh!
- I'm Jim Sparkletooth,
and I'll be coming for your dirty secret next.
J. Spark out.
- Get back. - Take that.
- This doesn't make any sense.
Where are these pigeons coming from? Ahh!
- As soon as this airs, we're ruined.
- Not if we can help it. Sid, come on.
I've got an idea.
Mr. Snaggletooth,
we're the ones who called about the pigeon meat.
- What? Huh?
Oh, I see what this is about.
You want your $25 for the story tip. Okay.
[whispers] Start the car.
- It's not about the money.
We just don't want you to air the story.
- Fat chance. This is gonna get me promoted.
- Well, what if I told you we have a better story,
even juicier.
- Juicier than pigeon meat?
I'm listening.
[car horns honk]
Oh, it's on.
- And now, deception, debauchery.
I'm Jim Sparkletooth, and I've uncovered
a hard-hitting story of burgers,
sabotage, and pigeon meat.
Just how far would two vengeful tweens go
to get some sleep?
- Hey. - Vengeful tweens?
- This eyewitness saw it all.
- They forced me to bring pigeons
and pretend they were in the hamburgers.
They're monsters.
You're gonna change my voice, right?
- Monsters? You can say that again.
- Hey. Oh, okay, maybe we deserved that.
But the important thing is that everybody knows the truth.
My friend Sid and I made up the pigeon meat rumor.
- We just needed sleep.
But it was all a misunderstanding.
- We're sorry, Pierre and Padma.
You guys are awesome,
and we're lucky to have you as neighbors.
- Don't forget we make our own ketchup.
And our burgers are made from beef,
delicious beef.
I'm Jim Sparkletooth coming for your dirty secret next.
Ahh, no. Stop the camera.
Oh, don't look at me.
- I'm proud of you girls for doing the right thing...
eventually.
- Thanks, Abuela.
And who knew their burgers were so delicious?
- And they even deliver now.
[upbeat electronic music]
♪ ♪
[all cheering]