♪ We are The Fungies ♪
♪ Prehistoric fungi in a mushroom to-own ♪
♪ 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-ou ♪
♪ If you're inclusive, inquisitive ♪
♪ Respectful, and kind ♪
♪ You can be a Fungie, too ♪
♪♪
Well, folks, it looks like it's that time again --
Mud Fort Time, the friendly game of brothers
building up big ol' mud forts
and then tossin' acorns at each other till they fall down.
One, two, three, go!
-[ Laughs ] -Take that!
-Oh! -Oh!
My money is on Pascal
on account of his strong muscle arms.
-Take this! -Take that!
Oh!
Oh, never mind.
I don't get it. My mud was so tall.
How'd I lose?
My mud fort may look humble,
but I created a strong structural base
to make sure the mud stayed in place.
It's science!
Y'all want to play another round?
I'd love to, but I got to go help the other Fungies
sandbag the flood zones to get ready for monsoon season.
All: Fungies! Fungies! Fungies!
Monsoon season?
Every year, it rains like crazy.
So we got to barricade the river to keep the town from flooding.
Oh, can I help? I know.
Maybe you guys want some fruit?
I've been saving you guys fruit.
Oh, no, no -- no thanks.
No, we're good.
Oh, you're such good friends.
There's got to be some way I can help.
You live in a hole.
Aw! I wish I could spend all day
doing nothing in a hole like you, Sir Tree.
Really? But I'm jealous of you.
I'd love to be able to go out and help people,
especially if I had a chiseled muscle bod,
but I don't have any bod.
Hmm.
Sir Tree, you can use Pascal's body
to experience the joy of helping others,
and Pascal's head can just hang out
in Sir Tree's hole and do nothing all day!
-Yay! -Yeah!
Let's get you out of that hole.
[ Both grunting ]
It's happening! I'm being reborn!
Oh. Wow.
My roots are showing.
[ Grunting ]
Now, we prep for surgery.
Ahh!
[ Grunts ]
[ Laughs ]
My leaves.
How do you feel, Sir Tree?
I can't move.
Try growing some roots.
[ Grunting ]
I feel alive!
How about you, Pascal?
I feel good.
Success.
[ Smooching ]
Down you go.
Yay!
Come on, Seth! Let's help sandbag!
Hey, Sir Tree, while you're in my body,
could you do some lunges?
I'd like for my legs to be as buff as my arms,
but leg workouts are tough.
I'll do my best.
Lunge and lunge and lunge...
-Bye, Pascal! -...and lunge...
Have fun doing nothing in a hole!
Way ahead of you, brother. Ahh!
All: Fungies! Fungies!
Fungies! Fungies! Fungies!
Mom, Mom, Mom!
Sethy, where's your brother?
He's not slacking off somewhere, is he?
Pascal can't make it.
He loaned his body to Sir Tree.
So nice to finally meet you, Seth's mom.
Ooh!
I've heard such lovely things about you
from your boys. [ Smooch! ]
[ Chuckles ] Really?
Please, allow me to get that for you.
Oh, so helpful!
Oh, here, allow me.
I'll take that.
[ Both grunting ]
I can't do it!
At least we tried, Nevin.
-Oh! -Oh!
Looks like you could use some help.
-Yay! -Yay!
♪♪
[ All cheering ]
To honor your incredible acts of helpfulness,
on behalf of all of Fungietown,
please accept this cape, pair of underwear,
and new name -- Super Tree!
All: Super Tree! Super Tree!
Super Tree, will you sign my arm?
I can try.
Sweet!
Aw, thanks, Super Tree! You're the best!
Now, you want to go back to your hole?
No way! Being helpful feels so good!
I'm just getting started!
Yeah, Super Tree!
♪ When you're stuck in a knot ♪
♪ When you need somebody to open it up ♪
♪ I will be there ♪
♪ So I can be tree-mendous ♪ Thank you, Super Tree!
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪ [ Honk! Honk! ]
♪ Now, I've turned a new leaf ♪
♪ I can be tree-mendous ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
Please don't pinch me!
-[ Chuckles ] -Oh!
What do you think you're doing in South Fungietown, Lemon Boy?
[ Snap! Snap! ] I shouldn't have taken
the shortcut to Nevin's house!
You leave Lil Lemon alone.
[ Chuckles ] What are you supposed to be,
some kind of Super Tree?
Yes, actually!
Hi-yah!
Aah! Aah! Aah!
We're sorry! We'll be good from now on!
We'll be good!
Yay, Super Tree, my hero.
[ Whistle! ]
[ Ploink! Ploink! ]
Huh?
Oh, no. Already?
[ Marimba playing ]
Here's my big solo!
A-dink, a-donk, a-dink, a-donk, a-dink-a.
Okay! Your part is coming up now!
Oh, Seth!
What were you doing out in the monsoon?
I was helping Sir Tree,
but now that he's got big, fancy legs,
I can't keep up with him.
I'm playing the marimba!
Mayor: Help! [ Squish! ]
Should we check that out?
I got to practice.
Ohhhhhh! Help, Seth!
This mud has me out of control!
[ Grunts ]
-Whoa! -Mayor, grab this broom!
But -- but what about my drop-top?
-What? -My car!
I love it! Can you save my car, too?
Uh, I don't know, Mr. Mayor.
Don't worry, Seth.
Super Tree is here.
[ Whip! ]
Yay!
Hey, look at my legs.
Those some beefy legs, Super Tree.
I wonder where all this mud came from.
Whatever. I can handle it.
But, Sir Tree...
It's Super Tree.
Got to go!
We've never had mudslides before.
It seems like it's coming from up by Sir Tree's hole.
-Seth! -[ Gasps ] Pascal!
Seth, I think my car is drifting.
[ Grunting ]
[ Panting ]
Wha? Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa!
[ Grunting ]
What's wrong with the ground?
I don't know!
I tried to stop the mud,
but I've only got these wittle hands.
[ Gasps ] Pascal, remember Sir Tree's roots?
Of course, very impressive, sort of made me insecure.
Remember our mud fort game
where I reinforced my structural base with wood?
Remember?
I fail to see the connection.
The connection is...
[ Rumble! ]
Sir Tree's roots!
He must have held this whole cliff together
like my structural base!
Without Sir Tree,
Fungietown might turn into one big mud puddle.
This is all my fault.
Well, a little bit, but we've got to find Sir Tree.
[ Both grunting ]
Hey, Sir Tree, stop it!
I told you, it's Super Tree.
Whatever! We need you to get back to your hole!
You can't make me go back!
Aw, jumping junipers.
♪♪
[ Panting ]
He's too fast!
Did you see the size of those legs?
I got an idea.
Get him!
I got a new idea!
Uhh...
[ Sproing! ]
[ Whoosh! ] [ Chuckles ]
Hey, I see him!
[ Thud! ]
-Huh? -Bull's-eye!
Fun run is over, buddy.
Sit Tree: Oh, no! I can't see!
-Oh, no. -Listen to me, Sir Tree!
I don't want to!
I'm finally helping,
not stuck in the ground like some dingus.
You've always been helping.
It's your roots that keep the cliff together.
Every day, you're keeping us safe just by being yourself.
Oh, my.
You're the sticks that keep this mud fort from falling apart,
and you do it even with your tiny limbless body.
Going back to your hole to save Fungietown
would be the most super thing ever.
I guess you could say it's time for me to rediscover my roots.
Yeah!
[ Rumbling ]
[ Grunts ]
♪♪
Pascal, I love your body, but you belong with these biceps.
Will you kindly spit me out and toss me up there?
It would be my honor.
Bleh! Hrup!
Wow.
First, I was running.
Now, I'm flying.
What a day.
[ Grunting ]
♪♪
[ Grunting ] Whoa!
[ Grunting ]
♪♪
Oh.
-Yay! -Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Sir Tree, you did it!
You're a hero!
I'm helping.
All: Super Tree! Super Tree!
Evidently, our ground is full of soil, and that soil erodes.
Who knew?
But I'm sure glad we had our pal Super Tree here to save us!
Aw, thank you, but I don't know
if I would describe all of my behavior as super.
I think I prefer Sir Tree.
Oh, uh, of course you do. Get rid of it!
Get out -- get out of here!
-Does he not like it? -At least we tried.
Well, in that case, we honor you
by finally understanding what you do!
[ All cheering ]
Thanks for saving Fungietown, Sir Tree.
You don't just sit in a hole.
You sit in our hearts.
Why do you squeeze me?
[ Chuckles ] It's called a hug.
A tree hug.
We should, like, visit more often.
Yeah!
And thanks again for these buff legs!
I am going to miss having a body...
Hee-yup! Hee-yup!
...especially that body. Wow.
♪♪
I'm playing the marimba.