Stay down.
Gramsy calls this my cowlick.
Well, I don't know why she calls it that.
It's not like my hair is sticking straight up
because a cow licked it. I don't even know any cows.
What are you smiling about? You have a cowlick, too.
I guess it's called a "catlick" for you.
See what I did there?
May be a brush will help.
Or not.
Well, Charlie, there's only one thing we can do.
- [cat meowing] - Yup. Nothing.
We just have to accept that we can't do anything to fix our messy hair.
Anyway, it doesn't matter because today I'm gonna watch
Freckle play his trumpet in a parade.
- I'm so proud of him. - [doorbell rings]
[Gramsy] Ellen, can you grab the door?
- I'm practicing juggling. - [objects clattering]
Okay, Gramsy.
She definitely needs more practice.
♪ 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!
[Freckle reading]
- Whoa! You two look... - Harmonious?
- Beautamous. - Cold.
We'll warm up that trumpet, Freckle.
It's your big day.
I know. I finally got to play in a parade.
The whole town will be there.
The whole town, and me
and Charlie and Gramsy and Becky.
By the way, Becky, I love what you're doing with your face.
Thanks. I'm finally old enough to wear makeup.
I borrowed some from my sisters,
just in case I get picked to be [sing-song] Parade Princess!
Parade Princess?
Yeah. Every year the Grand Marshal
gives a crown to the person with the most parade spirit.
Here, look.
Go Freckle! [quietly] Jazz hands.
- Wow! - Awesome!
Being the Parade Princess is a huge honor,
and my whole family is counting on me to win it, just like my sisters.
No pressure.
You're totally gonna win, Becky.
Oh, I can't wait for the parade to start.
I hate to rain on your parade, but there won't be a parade,
if the rain keeps up like this, it'll be canceled.
You mean canceled canceled?
I certainly hope not.
But it's not looking good.
Huh! There's always another parade.
But this parade is the Horn Section Spectacular.
Anyone who's anyone in the trumpet world's played in it.
It's okay, Freckle.
There's plenty of time for the storm to clear up today.
- [Charlie screeches] - [all exclaim]
And, while you wait, I have a game for you three to play.
Ooh! Yay! What are you playing today?
Weed-the-yard or dust-the-ceiling-fans?
Even better. The game is called
collect-all-the-water- from-the-leaky-attic.
Yes!
Do you ever feel like Gramsy is just making us do chores?
Oh, Hundo percent.
We're gonna have so much fun!
Wow, it is really pouring out there,
which is great news for everyone with muddy cars,
but not so great news for everyone looking forward to today's parade.
[Freckle playing trumpet]
You feeling okay, Freckle?
Yeah, I'm good.
Oh, no. That says "I'm not good" good.
Don't worry. This future Parade Princess
has something to raise his spirits.
Hey, Freckle, guess what I packed for you.
It's a raincoat for your trumpet.
[together] Aw!
Thanks, Becky,
but I don't even know if I'll get to use it,
now that the parade could be canceled.
I bet the storm will clear up soon.
[TV chimes]
Well, it doesn't look like this storm will clear up any time soon.
Don't panic. We can fix this.
Did you hear what that lady said?
It's not gonna clear up.
Hey, let's ask the Storm King.
- [Freckle] Who? - He controls the weather.
That's the Storm King!
- [Freckle] Oh, yeah! - [Becky] There's his crown.
I bet if we ask really nicely,
he'll make it stop raining.
Worth a try.
[thunder rumbling]
Hey, man. Freckle here.
Could you please stop storming?
There's a parade today and...
Storm King, we're trying to have a parade here.
All right, that's it.
No more Mr. Nice Ellen.
Get out of here!
- Leave our parade alone, big bully! - Yeah, go away!
[thunder rumbling]
Oh, please stop yelling at me! [sobbing]
Oh. Excuse me.
I thunder when I get scared.
We didn't mean to scare you,
we're just trying to save our parade.
Don't even say the word "parade" in front of me.
- It makes me too sad. - [Becky] Why?
I wasn't invited to the parade
and I've been crying about it for...
Past 40 minutes or so?
Yes! [sniffling]
You see, I never get invited to parades
or picnics or pool parties or weddings.
Everybody just wants me to go away.
That's not true.
[TV chimes]
Everyone in town wants this rainstorm to go away.
You're really not helping, lady.
See, nobody wants me around. [sobbing hysterically]
Hey, team, quick huddle.
Okay, so it turns out I was wrong
about the Storm King being a big meany.
He's actually really sweet.
Yup, great guy.
But we did make him pretty sad just now.
Don't worry, we can fix this.
We just need to make him feel better.
If we get him to stop crying then the rain will stop and the parade can start.
[grunting]
[both coughing]
Found you a hanky.
Thank you.
[sneezes]
Whoops. Sorry.
Becky, do you have anything in that backpack that could help us?
Let's see. Extra-strength goggles, cowboy hat,
emergency parachute, fishing pole.
One hoop earring. So cute.
- [Ellen] I got you. - And a juice box.
[slurping]
Juice makes everything better.
Becky, you're right.
Maybe the juice will make the Storm King feel better, too.
Great idea.
Wow. I didn't even know I had an idea.
Good job, self.
[grunts]
[slurping]
[all cheering]
Oh, no. I drank too fast.
Now I have [hiccups] hiccups.
[hiccups] Why does juice always give me the hiccups?
- [Storm King crying] - Look!
The musicians are packing up.
The parade is ruined.
Nothing's ruined, Freckle.
We can definitely fix this.
We just need to, uh...
Oh, I know. We just need to make
the Storm King laugh instead of cry.
Then the sun will come out and the parade can start.
Hey, Storm King.
My Gramsy always says it's raining cats and dogs.
But what does that even mean, anyway?
Well, I actually don't know.
I mean, how did that saying even start?
And why those animals?
It makes just as much sense to say it's raining giraffes and naked mole rats.
[laughing] Now, that's a good point.
[laughing]
Why talk about animals at all, really?
Why not say it's raining crayons and spatulas?
[Storm King] Crayons and spatulas? [laughing]
And what's the deal with umbrellas, anyway?
No!
Yeah, umbrellas are the worst.
Oh, uh, yeah. I mean umbrellas...
Boo!
Wow. Tough cloud. Got it.
- Knock, knock. - Who's there?
Not the parade, that's for sure.
Why did you have to remind me? [crying]
[sobbing]
Please don't cry, Freckle.
We'll find a way to fix this.
Think, Ellen, think.
Uh, I still can't do anything to fix this cowlick.
[gasps] Oh, my gosh.
Sometimes we just can't fix things,
and that's okay.
It's okay to be sad about the parade getting canceled, Freckle.
And, Storm King, you go ahead and cry your eyes out.
We're right here for you both.
[Storm King crying hysterically]
[drops falling in rhythm]
Ah, that's interesting.
Wow!
Look, Freckle.
Your music cheered up the Storm King so much
that it stopped raining and made the sun come out.
Do you think the parade's back on?
That would be cool, but we got our own parade right here.
This is the most beautiful music I have ever heard!
[crying]
So, why are you crying again?
Oh, no, no, no. These are happy tears.
[both laughing]
I wonder where Becky went. She's missing all the fun.
Here I am.
Becky, what happened to you?
Well, since Freckle couldn't play his trumpet outside,
I thought I'd bring everyone inside instead.
But your outfit, it's ruined.
Meh, whatever.
You gave up your chance at being Parade Princess
just to make me happy?
Doy! Today was your day.
Thanks, Becky!
Becky, I hereby declare you Parade Princess.
You've got the most parade spirit I've ever seen.
And the juice box didn't hurt.
Yes!
[both] Yay!
[together] Your Majesty.
Now, as Parade Princess, I declare that we dance our faces off!
Hit it, Freckle!
Hey, Storm King.
We'd love it if you stayed for the parade.
Me? Invited?
[crying]
I'm so happy! [laughing]
[theme music playing]