♪ Ordinary, ordinary guy ♪
♪ Not a soccer tycoon ♪
♪ Ordinary guy ♪
[crowd] Boo!
Oh! [grunts] Ahh!
Kenny Star, the down-home, country crooner
has been exposed as a rhinestone-studded sellout.
Even his loyal eagle Stripes has had enough of him,
flown the coop!
Strenny fans are devastated!
My heart. My fragile heart.
[bat strikes ball]
[crowd booing]
[Calvin] And now the pampered prince
has gone missing!
Well, to that I say...
have you checked your local ivory tower?
[snickers]
Whoo! Catch a falling Kenny Star, right?
Oh, come on, Scratch. Don't kick a country star when they're down.
- Eh. - And he is down.
Like, subterranean down.
I keep telling you, sir. We can't break a $1,000 bill.
- [Kenny groans] - Huh?
Uh, y'all take triple diamond cards?
- [gasps] You're Kenny Star! - Wait, what?
No. The name's Man. Norm L. Man.
Just a regular fellow with absolutely nothing to hi--
Yeah, it's me.
- Kenny Star is in Brighton! - Shh!
I'm hidin' out!
I couldn't take the paparazzi hounding me day and night,
calling me a sellout, a fraud...
a has-been. [sniffles]
[sobbing]
Molly! Make it stop!
- [blows nose] - [Scratch] You know I'm allergic
to emotional vulnerability.
Gonna black out!
Uh, there, there, Mr. Star. It'll be okay.
"Okay"? Nothing is okay, okay?
I lost everything. My agent, my fans...
[sniffles] ...my eagle.
They say I've lost touch with the real world,
sold out to a life of luxury.
Might as well hang up your platinum spurs, Kenny.
Your career's over.
Ooh! Kenny Star's tears?
Do you know how much this stuff sells for
once a celebrity's career joins the ghost world?
- Get him to sign it for me! - What?! No!
I mean, no, you're Kenny Star.
You can't just give up!
You just need to reconnect to your country roots!
Right? And what better place to do that
than humble old Brighton?
You know what, precocious little girl?
That ain't a half-bad idea!
Now point me in the direction
of your swankiest penthouse suite!
[racoons chittering]
Your room will be ready in a jiff.
Just gotta take care of a little
infestation problem first. [chuckles]
- Down! Stay down! - [chittering continues]
You know, you can just stay at my house.
Whoa! The guest bathroom
in my third villa in Zurich is bigger than this.
Well, this is the kind of roughing it ordinary folks do.
But we're classy. Have a mint.
- Ooh. [grunts] - [grunts]
A real country star sleeping under our roof.
This is a sign, Fate whispering, "Sharon,
it's not too late to pursue that music career."
Uh, what?
Good morning, Mr. Star. Coaster?
Silly me. That's not a coaster.
It's my old demo.
How'd that get here? Crazy!
You know what'd be fun?
What if we listen to it and then we got to--
Uh, that'll stop the condensation just fine, ma'am.
- Excuse me, garçon? - Uh, my name's Pete.
Or Dad.
Actually, just call me Pete.
Otherwise, it could get weird.
- [yelps] - [Kenny] I'll take my usual
egg-white frittata with black truffles
and a green-tea frappe with a splash of soy,
a dusting of matcha and--
Hup! You aren't gonna win your fans' hearts
with personal chefs or fancy orders.
It's oatmeal for you, buddy!
Okay, I'll just stick with coffee.
Hey! Where's my mug?
This Kenny Star merch is flying off the digital shelves!
I mean, the chest hair, the mug,
the cashmere undies-- sold, baby!
Some mysterious superfan keeps outbidding everyone!
We are gonna make so much money!
This sure seems like an odd place to work on our tans.
"Tans"? We're here for good, honest farmwork!
Remember your song, "Backbreaking Basics"?
[chuckles] Of course! The royalties from that number
bought my bungalow in Barcelona.
Okay, you gotta stop talking about Barcelona.
That song was all about connecting with the land.
So roll up your sleeves,
and get those hands dirty!
If this is what I gotta do to revive my career...
[grunts]
Oh! [grunts]
Uh, look at you!
Connecting with the land.
Right? [chuckles]
[country song playing]
♪ I got the sun on my back ♪
♪ Country air in my lungs ♪
♪ I don't need nothin' But a hammer ♪
♪ And some ice for my thumb ♪
♪ I'm smilin' For the first time ♪
♪ Since I don't know when ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm feelin' like My old self again ♪
[whispering] That's a male.
[grunts]
♪ I'm workin' the land I'm fishin' the lake ♪
♪ I still remember How to drive ♪
- ♪ I just forgot how to brake ♪ - Wait, what?
♪ Sure I miss the view From my veranda in Spain ♪
♪ But I'm feelin' like My old self again ♪
Eyes on the road!
♪ No more caviar food fights ♪
♪ Those days are gone ♪
♪ No more topiary sculptures Of myself on the lawn ♪
♪ I'm gettin' back To my roots ♪
♪ He's gettin' poop On his boots ♪
♪ And I'm feelin' like My old self again ♪
♪ Feelin' like My old self again ♪
Whew! Here you go, Sam.
Picked these turnips myself!
Hoo-whee!
Why, I have enough here to feed the entire diner.
- Turnips for everyone! - [cheering]
Pam! You and the missus getting away this weekend?
Larry! Hear you got a new litter of skunks!
Hey! Look at you!
A real man of the people again.
Hey, I am, aren't I?
Who knew a humble root vegetable
would help me find my roots again?
You had it in you this whole time.
You just had to dig deep. Literally! [chuckles]
Well, here you are. My special turnip omelettes.
With turnip on top.
Oh, great.
No one really likes turnips, do they?
Uh...
Hey! Didn't I have a fork?
How much can we get for this?
Now, he didn't lick it,
but he did breathe on it, and I--
- Uh... - What?
I think I figured out who bought all that Kenny merch.
[tires screech]
We know you're in there, Kenny!
I mean, if you didn't want us to find you
in Britton, Brighton? Where are we? Ah, who cares.
You shouldn't have left your return address
on all that merchandise you sold me!
Molly can't ever find out about this.
We're in this together, right, Scratch?
- Scratch? - [shutters click]
[groans] Darryl! And most likely Scratch!
Uh, moi?
I've been here the whole time, okay?
No, no, no, no, no!
The paparazzi! They found me!
I can't face 'em again!
- I gotta get out of town. - Or...
you could show them who Kenny Star really is.
Molly, you're right!
Yes, I am. And, Mom, you're gonna help.
Nothing! I thought Kenny might have dropped this
'cause maybe he wanted to listen to it later.
And m-- Wait, what? I can help?
[crowd murmuring]
- [clears throat] - [mic feedback]
Oh, heh-heh,
thank you for being here.
Even if some of you only came to witness
the tragic downfall of a country icon.
Bring out the diamond-studded sellout!
But... that is not what you're gonna get!
Give it up for everyone's favorite ordinary guy...
Kenny Star!
[man coughs]
Many of you accused me of losing touch with my roots.
And you were right.
But much like a turnip,
my roots run deep.
♪ Somewhere in between the Limousines and my ski chalets ♪
♪ I got myself All turned around ♪
♪ I lost my way ♪
♪ But I finally felt Like me again ♪
♪ These last couple days ♪
♪ Right here ♪
♪ It's clear that... ♪
♪ Small Town, America Is where I belong ♪
♪ Small Town, America Where the love is so strong ♪
♪ All the lights in L.A. ♪
♪ Make it hard to see stars ♪
♪ Lucky this small town Is ours ♪
♪ Out here The sun rises slow ♪
♪ Over the barns on the hill ♪
♪ And there's always A turnip pie ♪
♪ Coolin' on some windowsill ♪
♪ Strangers lend a hand ♪
♪ To clean Your chili dog spill ♪
♪ And that's why you and I ♪
♪ Live out here in... ♪
- ♪ Small Town, America ♪ - [crowd cheering]
♪ Where I'll remain ♪
♪ No, I don't wanna go To Monaco or Tokyo again ♪
♪ I wanna sit out back Singing ♪
♪ While the kids go swinging ♪
♪ And we all come running ♪
♪ Once we hear that Dinner bell ringing ♪
[triangle ringing]
♪ In Small Town, America ♪
- ♪ Small Town, America ♪ - [cheering]
Dude, can you agree Kenny's crushing it?
How could he afford all this?
Oh, I used all the money
you two made off selling his stuff.
What?! All our hard work!
That's an invasion of our invasion of privacy!
♪ Lucky that this small town Is ours ♪
- [cheering] - Yes!
Kenny's star is shining bright again!
Ignore the haters, Kenny!
I never doubted you!
Thank you, thank you.
I'm humbled.
[screeching]
Stripes, you came back!
[squawks]
Strenny reunited?
My heart! My happy heart!
Thanks for helping me reconnect to my roots
and my music.
Couldn't have done it without you, Molly! Hyah!
[Molly] There goes an ordinary guy.
Flying out of town on the back of a giant eagle.
That's not ordinary, Molly!
- Is it not? - No.
- I think I've spent too much time with him. - Yeah.
But that song, huh? What a bop.
♪ The Ghost and Molly McGee ♪
[theme music playing]