[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[sun sizzling]
[indistinct chatter]
- Ooh.
[both gasp, grumble]
♪ ♪
[pigeon trills]
- Oy. - Uh-huh.
[popcorn popping]
[men groaning]
♪ ♪
[all groan]
- Qué calor! Ah!
It's hotter than a ghost pepper out there.
And it's only 9:00 a.m.
This is my seventh outfit.
[groans]
I'll be right back.
- It can't get any worse.
- It's gonna get worse.
Temperatures expected to soar all week.
[all groan]
- [squawks] That's it.
I'm migrating.
[groans]
Am I in Alaska yet?
- I can't take it anymore.
I'm asking Abuelo about getting an air conditioner.
[all scoff] - Good luck with that.
- Mis nietos, I have a surprise for you.
Ice-cold paletas!
[all gasp] - Ooh!
- Abuelo, can we please get an air conditioner?
I'm sweating out of my eyebrows.
And I didn't even know that was possible.
- You kids think we can just buy anything.
Air conditioners cost an arm and a leg.
- Ooh, ooh! Abuelo!
Take his. [baby coos]
- Ninos, if you really can't live without it,
maybe you should raise the money yourselves.
- Maybe we will.
[cell phone chimes]
Maybe we won't.
- Whoa.
ACs are expensive.
Guess we're stuck with the fan.
- Ugh! Here comes outfit number eight!
[unicorn neighs]
- Hey! That's mine!
[unicorn neighs sadly]
Uh, you can keep it.
♪ ♪
[all groaning]
- We can't live like this.
Maybe we should try to buy the AC ourselves
like Abuelo said.
Who's got money?
[dramatic music]
- I'm tapped out. I just tricked out my ride.
[alarm chirps]
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
[sun sizzling]
[fire whooshing]
- Well, maybe we can raise the money.
- How?
- Bobby, time to sweep in front of the mercado.
There's a street fair happening tomorrow.
- On it, Abuelo.
Wait a sec! A street fair?
I got it.
Follow me. [grunts]
[angelic music]
The mercado's old raspado machine.
Abuelo just fixed it up.
We can sell shaved ice at the street fair.
- Great idea, Bobby.
Shaved ice will be a total hit in this weather.
[all cheer]
- I'm a genius!
[upbeat music]
- Raspados!
Get your ice-cold raspados!
- Ooh. - [gasps]
Order up.
♪ ♪
Here you go.
- [squawks] Ahh.
Now, that's refreshing.
- [screams]
- Sergio, ugh.
You're contaminating the merch.
- I don't care if it's bird-flavored.
It's hot. I'll take three.
- Yeah. - Me too!
- You guys, we got a line forming.
- On it. Cranking this baby to the max.
[gasps] Uh, that's not good.
[machine rumbling]
- [gasps]
[yells]
- [grunts] - Oh, my!
- [grunts] - [gasps]
- Ow! What the--ah.
[grunts] - [yelps]
- [gasps] Shut it down, Bobby.
- Um, I'm sorry!
The toggle won't toggle!
[machine shuddering]
- Uh, I guess Abuelo hadn't fixed it yet.
- [groans] So much for our AC unit.
- That's okay.
We just have to think of another way to raise the money.
[machine shudders]
♪ ♪
- Makeovers! $10!
[gasps]
A little mascara.
A little blush. [gasps]
Say hello to the new you.
[sun sizzling]
- How do I look?
- [crying]
- Ay.
Where's the mirror? I want to see.
- Uh... [laughs nervously]
- Balloon swords! $5!
- Cool! - Yeah! Awesome.
- [grunting] Ta-da!
[sun sizzling]
[balloons pop]
[all grumble]
- [laughs nervously]
♪ ♪
- [clears throat]
Step right up!
Knock down the bottles, win a prize!
[cackles]
[all cheer]
- Ooh. I'm really good at this game.
♪ ♪
[bottle clanks]
Wait! What?
Come on! Hit me again.
[grunts]
[bottle clunks]
[grunts]
- Wait a second.
♪ ♪
Glue? Carl, you scammer.
- [laughs] You mean "you rich scammer."
- [groans]
Fine.
- [grunts]
- [sighs] I guess it's over.
- We can't give up.
There must be something we haven't thought of yet.
- What kind of booth is this?
Ooh, I get it!
A sitting booth.
You charge people to sit down. Good idea, kids.
How much does it cost?
- Hmm.
- Oh, actually, Maybelle, it's--
- Oh, $5.
- [sighs]
- We're back in business.
- Step right up to sit down!
The only sitting booth at the fair!
- This is great. Hey, CJ.
Can you run into the mercado and grab chips?
We'll charge extra for snacks.
- Aye, aye, captain!
- Oh, yes, please.
- Guys, we've got more customers with nowhere to sit!
- Aww. What do we do?
- Huh, no more seats? Let's get out of here.
- One second! Uh...
we'll be grabbing more seats from upstairs.
[all gasp]
- Uh, you better hurry.
My legs are so tired.
- [breathing rapidly]
- [squawks] Put your back into it.
- I'm trying.
- [squawks] - [squeals]
- Couch on the loose!
- Any day now.
[door crashes]
- Oh. Finally.
- This is the best sitting booth of all time.
And maybe the first.
- But the street fair is almost over,
and we don't have enough money.
- We're so close. We just need one more seat.
- Yeah, you do.
My bumbito needs sitting, people.
- Ah. We don't have any more seats!
- Is there something we can use as a chair?
- Me!
Lori and I have been taking
an online yoga class together.
Behold.
The dinner chair pose.
Your seat awaits, Vito.
- Hmm.
- Pleasure doing business with you.
- [grunting]
- Man, all this street fair food.
I must have put on 20 pounds today.
- [inhales] You got this, Bobby.
Be the chair.
- I can feel the AC already.
- [farts] Oh!
- I'm feeling regret.
- Yes.
- [straining]
No!
- [groaning, grunts]
[moaning]
[screams]
[grunts]
I think I broke my bumbito.
Oh, no, no! No! Ow!
Oh!
[pigeons warbling]
[yelps]
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
- Ahh.
- Not my eye. - Shoo!
Shoo! Shoo! - [squawks] Go away!
Go away! - Shoo!
- [moans] - What happened?
Huh?
Why is our living room not in our living room?
And what's going on here?
- [groans]
What's going on is, your grandson
makes a lousy chair.
- Hey.
- I'm gonna have to go back to the chiropractor.
Who's gonna pay my medical bill?
- We're not paying it.
You're the one who sat on Bobby
when he clearly doesn't have a muscle in his whole body.
- You know, chairs have feelings too.
- Will someone please tell me what's going on?
- [breathes deeply]
We opened this booth to raise money for an air conditioner,
and things got out of hand.
I'm sorry you got hurt, Vito.
I hope this can pay for your medical bills.
- Oh. Grazie!
I'm gonna need a snack in the waiting room,
a soda to wash it down,
maybe some breath mints.
Oh!
And one of those doughnut pillows for my bumbito.
Ow. - [gasps]
Mm.
Well, that wiped us out.
And the street fair's over.
- [sighs] This day was a bust.
- Come on, guys. Back to the fans.
[melancholy music]
♪ ♪
- You know, you didn't raise the money.
But you did try. And I'm proud of you.
Which is why I'm going to buy the AC unit.
- [gasps] What?
Really?
- Sí, we can dip into the family budget.
Just this once.
- Thanks, Abuelo. You're the best.
- [squawks] Chillin' like a villain.
AC party up in here.
- [gasps] Abuelo!
You can save your money. I have an idea.
If we can turn Bobby into a chair,
we can turn this respado machine into an AC unit.
- You had me at saving money.
- Sorry, Sergio.
- [squawks sadly]
- [squawks] Party pooper.
[power tools buzzing]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[tools clanging]
[dog howls]
[car horns honk]
[all groan]
[all gasp]
- Not the fan!
Why, cruel world? Why?
- [clears throat]
- Um, we kind of need that.
- Not anymore.
- Who wants air-conditioning?
- Abuelo and I turned the old respado machine
into an AC unit.
The air may smell permanently like raspberry ice,
but it does the trick.
[all sniffing, moaning]
[all cheering]
- Whoa. Youse guys got AC?
I'd love to cool off my bumbito.
- Sure, Vito. That'll be $5.