Gentle beings, assembled patrons...
[meows]
Step right up, or stay where you are,
it doesn't matter
because there's only one place to be today
and that is, drum roll please...
[mimics drum roll]
The Bayou Bestival!
You heard that right, folks.
Today's the number-one-super- great-nothing-goes-wrong- totally-exciting
best day of the year!
- And you wanna know why? - [meows]
♪ Because Bestival's the best festival ♪
♪ It's absolutely better than the restivals ♪
♪ We'll get there early so we beat all the lines ♪
♪ And I'll eat the very best beignets of all time ♪
♪ Because at bestival ♪
♪ Nothing goes wrong! ♪
- [knock on door] - Hey, Elly-Belly.
Have you seen my car keys anywhere?
Nope. Why?
Well, I can't seem to find 'em,
and if I can't find 'em, then I can't drive my car,
and we may be late to the Bestival.
That would be the worstival!
♪ Tu tu tu du du du du ♪
Ow! Thanks.
Sweet, Becky.
Yeah, Freckle.
[all] Little!
Ellen!
Gramsy!
♪ Tu tu tu du du du ♪
[children reading]
[Ellen] That's me!
[Ellen reading]
The quicker we find Gramsy's car keys,
the quicker we get to The Bayou Bestival
and have Tallulah's Bestival Blueberry Beignets!
And ride the best ride, the Swamp Spinners.
It's the only ride at Bestival that we can all ride together.
And then, I'll dunk local legend,
and my musical hero, Funky Chunk,
at Funky Chunk's Dunk Tank.
If I dunk him, we'll all win backstage passes to his show.
Imagine if you get to meet him, Freckle.
That'd be so cool.
Let's keep looking for the keys.
[thuds]
Hmm.
Nothing under here.
Nothing in here.
- Two things back here. - [Ellen and Freckle gasp]
A polka-dot scrunchie and my long lost diary!
- [Ellen] Aw. - [Freckle sighs]
"Dear diary, today I lost my polka-dot scrunchy,
but I'd never lose you. Becky."
Reunited and it feels so good!
That's great, Becky,
but we still haven't found Gramsy's car keys.
I'm sorry, kiddos.
I guess we'll just have to take the streetcar to Bestival.
- Rats. - Ugh.
But the streetcar takes so much longer than driving.
If we're late, then our whole plan
for the best Bestival will be a bust.
Well, I hate to burn your beignet,
but sometimes, plans change.
And that's okay.
Now, let's go.
[sighs]
[bell dinging]
Hey, Bart, is there any way your streetcar can go faster?
Of course it can.
- Faster, please! - Rock N' Roll!
But I gotta respect the speed limit.
- Ugh. - Aw, poodles.
But our plans will be ruined if we're late.
The Bayou Bestival lasts all day long.
We know. But this is the one day a year
that Tallulah makes her Bestival Blueberry Beignets.
They sell out really fast.
Faster than you can say "Funky Chunk's Dunk Tank."
And if I don't get one this year,
I'll have to wait a whole another year.
How old will I be then?
A hundred? Will blueberries even exist anymore?
Well, that's not how age works or blueberries.
[chuckles]
Like the wisest person I know once said,
"Sometimes, plans change."
That's exactly what Gramsy said this morning.
- Yup. Gramsy's the wisest person I know. - [clicks tongue]
And that reminds me, when you were here yesterday,
you dropped these.
My car keys!
- Gramsy! - I did not see that coming.
Plot twist.
[bell dinging]
[Bart] Your stop. The Bayou Bestival
[kids giggling]
Hope you have the best Bestival bever!
[all gasp]
- [Becky] Woah. - [Ellen] Wow.
Look. There's no line at Tallulah's beignet stand.
We made it in time.
[Freckle and Becky cheering]
[gasps] Sold out?
No!
[birds chirping]
Sorry, sugar.
My Bestival Blueberry Beignets just sold out.
I really hope you have a sweet restival of Bestival.
[kids sigh]
[all] Have a good restival of Bestival, too.
Shoot!
I can't believe we missed out on those beignets.
We were so close.
I feel like I can taste them.
Mmm. Blueberry deliciousness.
Well, like I said before, sometimes, plans change.
It's not always a bad thing, you know.
Gramsy's right. Let's shake this off...
[babbles]
and get something else to eat instead.
Atta girl!
Oh, how about some Oh Boys?
You mean Po' Boys?
Well, yeah, but I call them "Oh Boys"
because, oh, boy, are they good!
I could def chow down.
Well, your girl's gotta eat.
Let's do it.
Great. We could eat 'em while we wait in line
for the Swamp Spinners.
[chomping]
All right, kiddos,
while you ride the Swamp Spinners,
I'm gonna stay right here and ride this bench.
And by that I mean, I'm gonna sit on it
and do nothing.
- [Freckle] All right. - [Becky] Ooh, fun!
[kids giggling]
I didn't know you worked at Bestival, Dewey.
Yep. I just started a new business.
"Dewey Take Tickets, Or What? We do!"
I'm officially Bestival's ticket taker.
Perfect, 'cause we've got three tickets
for the Swamp Spinners, fresh for the taking.
All righty! Time to check your heighty.
Tall enough.
Small enough.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You gotta finish those Po' Boys before getting on the ride.
With pleasure
[chomping]
[all cheering and giggling]
This is gonna be the best!
I mean, spinning in circles with my besties at Bestival.
What could be... [stomach growls]
Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that Po' Boy so quick.
[Freckle and Ellen's stomachs growl]
I'm feeling pretty full.
Same here.
[Dewey] Welcome to the Swamp Spinners.
Hold on tight, because this is gonna be
one spinny, tummy turning time!
[all] Oh, boy.
[groans]
Ugh.
[all groaning]
Lucky you.
There's nobody in line.
Wanna spin again?
[all] No!
[birds chirping]
[snoring]
Aw, poodles.
I was looking forward to riding the Swamp Spinners all year.
But now my stomach's spinning.
And not in a fun way.
Maybe we don't eat Po' Boys before we ride it next year?
But what if I'm too tall to ride it next year
and we can't ride any of the rides together?
That'd be a real bummer.
I'm sorry, Beckle.
Thanks, Frecky.
Well, Freckle can still dunk Funky Chunk at his dunk tank
and win us backstage passes to his show.
That's the spirit.
Uh-oh.
Woah.
Oh, man...
still got the spinnies
from the spinners.
But no time to waste.
Let's go dunk Funky Chunk!
[groaning]
Hold up! The dunk tank's over here.
Hi, Dewey. You're taking tickets at the tank, too?
A ticket taker takes all tickets.
[gasps]
[weakly] Funky Chunk.
Why's he so blurry?
He looks blurry to me, too.
I think you need to clean your glasses, Gramsy.
There we go.
He would like to try the dunk tank, please.
Now just clunk on up to this hunk,
and try to dunk Funky Chunk.
[groaning] Woah.
All right, little man. Let's see what you got.
[exhales] You got this, Freckle.
[grunting]
You can do better than that. Give it another go.
[grunting]
Cool. I won a prize.
Do I have to get in the dunk tank now?
How does this work? Anybody? Dewey?
Come on. One more shot to win backstage passes.
I can do this.
[grunting]
[bird screeching]
[groans]
Better luck next time, little man.
Mmm.
Aw, poodles.
This has been the worstival Bestival.
[playing harmonica]
♪ We had a great plan ♪
♪ Right down to the T ♪
♪ But it all went away ♪
♪ When we couldn't find Gramsy's keys ♪
- ♪ And I've got the blues ♪ - ♪ He's got the blues ♪
- ♪ I've got the blues ♪ - ♪We've got the blues ♪
♪ That's all I can say ♪
♪ Oh, why do they call it Bestival ♪
♪ When it was the worst in every way ♪
Great harmonica solo, Freckle.
Yeah, that was harmonincredible.
Appreciate it, but I'm still bummed
we didn't get backstage passes to Funky Chunk's show.
I might be able to help you out with that.
[all gasp]
What's your name, little man?
Funkle... Finkle... Farkle...
It's Freckle. And I'm Beckle. Bunkle. Benkle?
It's Becky, and I'm Ellen.
Nice to meet you all.
And sorry you didn't dunk me, Freckle,
but that was one of the best harmonica solos
I have ever heard.
You think you could shred a solo on stage with me?
[gasps]
He totally can.
Funktastic! We go up in five.
Solo... on stage...
Five minutes.
- Hey, Funky Chunk? - What's up?
Can my friends come too?
Sure thing, little man.
- Yes! - Wow!
How you doing, Bestival?
- [crowd cheering] - I am Funky Chunk.
[Dewey] Funky Chunk!
- And these are the Chunky Funks. - [Dewey] Yay!
This is unbelievable.
Today was a wild ride.
Wanna know what's funny?
If Gramsy hadn't lost her keys,
none of this would have happened.
[sniffing]
Do I smell...
Got some extra Bestival Blueberry Beignets.
Y'all want 'em?
Uh-huh.
[gasps]
[Funky Chunk] We got some special guests
we wanna bring out if that's all right with you.
Freckle and friends.
[crowd cheering]
Show 'em what you got, Freckle.
[playing harmonica]
Woah. This is even spinier than the Swamp Spinners.
This wasn't part of the plan.
Well, Gramsy. Sometimes, plans change.
[theme music playing]