♪♪
♪ We are The Fungies ♪
♪ Prehistoric fungi in a mushroom to-o-wn ♪
♪ Outside, we look different ♪
♪ Inside, we're the same ♪ Yeah!
♪ Everyone's a fungie in their own way ♪
♪ Come join The Fungies ♪
♪ Explore a brand-new world made just for yo-o-u ♪
♪ If you're inclusive, inquisitive ♪
♪ Respectful, and kind ♪
♪ You can be a fungie, too ♪
♪♪
Pascal: And this painting's called Mom Sitting in a Chair.
And this is Mom with a Pearl Earring.
And -- And this is Rock Formation.
Mom not pictured. Uh-huh.
Oh, yeah. No, I-I see.
So, how much do you like my paintings,
and where should we hang them?
Mm, how should I phrase this?
Walk with me.
Are we walking to where my art will hang?
As Margot Mafungo, art curator of the Fungarium,
it's my job to determine which artists are worthy
of being immortalized in these hallowed halls.
Ah, Fungisco Goya's Fungie Devouring a Rock.
Mm!
He's...really hungry.
Ugh! Pure anguish!
A true master.
A true master?
Like me?
No. Sweetie, no.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
How was it?
It was amazing!
Ah, too scary for me. No, thanks!
Eh, it was all right.
[ Sobbing ]
I belong in the traaash.
Oh, brother.
What's -- What's the matter?
What's going on with you?
Leave me here with the garbage, Seth.
Or, better yet, tell me how good I am.
Here, which one's your favorite?
Oh. Uh...
The rocks are pretty good.
"Pretty good" is just a nice way
of saying terrible!
[ Sobbing ] Pascal -- No!
[ Sobbing ]
So 3-D.
[ Sobbing ] Hi, kids!
[ Sobbing ] Hi, Sir Tree.
Why bother painting paintings if people don't love the paintings?
[ Sobbing ]
[ Footsteps rumbling ]
Huh?
[ Spinosaurus roars ]
Aaaaah! Oh, please, don't eat me!
Huh?
Huuuuuh?
Huh? Huuuh?
Do you...like my paintings?
Puh-pai-painting?
They're pretty pictures.
I make them.
♪♪
Mm-mm. There!
[ Sniffs ]
Do you like it?
♪♪
Yay!
Ohhhh!
Oh?
[ Whimpers ]
It's okay, big guy.
I got more paintings at my house.
Do you wanna see?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh!
Seth: Hey, Pascal? You doin' okay?
I just wanted come by and make sure you're -- Aah!
Hey, Seth. You know the Spinosaurus, right?
You guys remember each other?
Well, it turns out he has a real eye for art.
Oh, yeah, that -- that was an accident.
Right. Heh.
Can I have a word in private?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Hey, Spino, why don't you enjoy
some art from my mermaid period.
Yay!
Yeah, so, what's up?
Pascal, that Spinosaurus is a dangerous predator. You can't be friends.
Yeah, but he likes my paintings. [ Footsteps approach ]
Wah! Waaaaaah!
One second.
Want more!
Sorry, buddy, that's everything.
[ Whimpers ]
[ Gasps ] I'm up for a little plein-air.
And you can be my assistant. [ Chuckles ]
Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!
♪♪
♪ Painting with my friend ♪ Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
♪ I'm painting with my friend ♪ Yaaaaay!
[ Screaming ]
♪ Now my mistakes and accidents ♪ Aah!
♪ Won't drive me 'round the bend ♪
♪ Painting with my friend ♪ [ Sching! ]
♪ I'm painting with my friend ♪
♪ It gives me fresh encouragement ♪ [ Belches ]
♪ So I can paint again ♪ [ Ting! ]
♪ Now I've got you by my side ♪
♪ And never feel dismayed ♪
Aah! Aah! Aah!
♪ I know you'll always be around ♪
♪ To come right to my aid ♪
♪ I'm painting with my friend ♪
Now, here's the thing you gotta understand about color.
Number one, yellow is very pretty.
Some call it the color of madness.
I disagree.
I think it's very wholesome,
but, ya know, potato, potah-to.
My, my, someone's been busy.
These show great promise. They do.
Keep practicing like this,
and you'll definitely be in the Fungarium someday, maybe.
Try! Try, try, try.
Someday? These are my best ever.
I mean, maybe I should quit painting.
[ Growls ]
[ Gasps ]
Aaaah! Aaaah!
Uh, P-Pascal?
On second thought, I think all your paintings are great.
I do! And I just decided,
we're gonna hold an all-Pascal exhibit
at the Fungarium right away.
So [chuckling nervously] I'm gonna go, uh,
get to work on that. Great.
[ Gasps ] Spino, did you hear that?
We have to get ready for the show!
Seth: I'm worried about Pascal.
That Spinosaurus is no good!
But...Pascal's happy, right?
And the Spino loves him.
Yeah. Maybe...
[ Bang ]
[ Screaming ]
So life-like.
♪♪
It's...a flyer.
For Pascal's art show?
See? Spino loves Pascal.
There's nothing wrong with that...
right?
♪♪
Look, an art show.
Please, Mom, can we go?
Only if you take your brother.
I-I'm afraid of art.
Hmm, intriguing.
I like it.
It's confusing, but in a good way.
Oh, it reeks of mediocrity!
An absolute honeytrap for the foolish and ill-informed.
[ Glass clinks ]
Hello, everybody.
Welcome show.
Pascal show.
Pascal art, uh, very beautiful...to me.
I hope to you...too.
Cheers!
[ Applause ]
Thank you, thank you.
Whoa, who's that handsome guy?
[ Chuckles ] It's me.
[ Whistles ] Yeah, it feels good
to finally get the recognition I deserve.
So, uh, may you enjoy your night
of seeing life through my eyes.
[ Applause ] Bravo.
[ Scoffs ] Anyone can get an MFA.
[ Growls ]
Pascal sure gained a lot of confidence.
But it's not like he's painting any better than before.
Want snacks?
As long as you don't snack on me.
Hey! Thanks for coming!
Hey! Good to see you, yeah!
Oh, man, it's a zoo out there.
Oh, great piece, isn't it?
♪♪
Aah!
The great Fungisco Goya.
He painted this after spending three years
in complete isolation.
No one to show it to?
How did he know it was good?
He painted it for himself.
He's my favorite.
[ Growls ] Pascal not favorite?
[ Spectators screaming ]
♪♪
[ Roars ] Love Pascal!
Love him! Aaaah!
[ Screaming ] Pascal greatest!
I told you it's scary!
Hey, what'd you do that for?
You ruined my show.
[ Whimpering ]
No, this is over.
You don't get to see my paintings anymore.
But I...love them.
Too bad. I mustn't compromise my artistic
integrityyyyyyy!
I have to say, I found the violent interruption
an interesting use of the space.
Pascal: Aah! Help meeeee!
I knew that Spino was no good!
He was eating Pascal like a little candy!
Nobody treats my brother like a sweet.
♪♪
Should we...?
Yeah, let's go.
Paint! Paint! Paint!
But I'm not inspired.
[ Roars ]
[ Snorts ] Paint.
Okay, geez, fine.
Here! [ Crunch! ]
Never thought I'd sell out.
Yay!
Art! Art! Art! Art! [ Squeaking ]
Having no one appreciate my art was sad,
but this is even worse. [ Whistle! ]
[ Gasps ] Seth!
Seth's friends!
How did you find me?
Investigation skills.
[ Bird squawks ]
Well, I'm glad you came.
I can't even look at my own paintings anymore.
They're hideous.
[ Gasps ] He's coming!
Hide! [ Footsteps rumbling ]
More, more!
[ Muffled ] Thank you.
He doesn't even seem to care
if the paintings are good anymore.
You see? I knew that Spino was no good.
No, I've been no good.
I cared so much about what people thought of my art,
I became a prisoner...
to my ego.
[ Laughs ] A duck!
I'm actually a little concerned that he has poor vision.
Can't see, you say?
Well, I say, we can see
if we can give him the ol' switcheroo.
♪♪
Now hand me that bucket of paint.
[ Whistles ]
One more painting, please.
♪♪
Yay!
♪♪
Oof!
Hurry up. Spino's gonna hear you.
I love Pascal art.
♪♪
Can I have a painting of a baby?
[ Rocks clatter ] [ Gasps ]
Pascal?
Seth: [ Panting ] Yeah! Yeah, we made it!
♪♪
[ Fungies breathing heavily ]
Together: Aah! Aaaaah!
Oh, I'm so scared. I hope I don't drop my paints!
Ah, no!
♪♪
[ Thud ]
[ Cheering ]
[ Crying ]
More painting?
I feel like you don't even look at them.
The last one wasn't even mine.
It was Lil Lemon!
I painted Nevin as my mom.
[ Rattle shakes, baby coos ]
Uh, I didn't notice.
Look, Spino, a little unconditional love
makes me feel so good.
But too much, and I'll never grow as an artist.
Maybe I...could paint?
Express...self-actualize through art?
[ Gasps ] We could practice painting together.
Really?!
Yeah, I wanna paint!
Yay!
Huh, I guess that Spino is okay.
-Yeah! -Yay!
Hello, and welcome to life drawing.
Ooh, you can feel the energy in the room.
We're doing an examination of the Fungie anatomy.
Please say hello to our model, Pooger.
This is hard for me.
Be kind.
You like this one I did last week?
Uh...ehh.
That's fair. Not my best.
♪♪
Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!