[theme music playing]
[tires screeching]
[Huckleberry] Huckleberry Hound, you thought this day
would never come.
Eleven whole disaster-free days.
Nothing can ruin this record.
Mayor Huck! Me have news of impending disaster.
[sighs]
What's the news, Captain Caveman?
Tonight is night of rare cosmic event.
Unga. Lunar Eclipse.
Lunar Eclipse?
What is that exactly?
Why is it so horrific?
Because unga...
Moon going to eat the sun.
[gasps] Eat the sun?
That would be a big ol' pile of uh-oh.
Me rendered simulation of forthcoming eclipse.
[digital beeping]
In less than six hours' time,
Moon will begin chomping process
until finally moon eats sun.
Unga, then moon become ghost.
Me not ready for second Ice Age.
Me still emotionally processing first one.
Don't worry, Captain Caveman, you have convinced me that we must take action.
But our top priority is ensuring that the citizens of Jellystone
do not panic.
So just to get it out of the way,
let's take care of that now.
[both screaming]
[both panting]
[both screaming]
Phew! Much better.
Mr. Jinks, we've got a threat
bigger than anything we've faced before.
I'm gonna need you to assemble
the three smartest people in Jellystone.
First up is Yogi Bear.
He's a brilliant surgeon with the mastery of precision tools.
Uh... Wait! Wait! I can't leave her like this.
[garbled munching]
Okay, I'm good.
[Huckleberry] Snagglepuss.
With his brains for beauty,
he can turn even the ugliest, most hideous situations into gorgeous masterpieces.
Exit. Stage right.
[Huckleberry] Last up is Augie Doggie.
According to her father, she is literally
the smartest girl in the whole wide world.
Woo-hoo! I'm going to space.
I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.
Off to save the entire world.
Oh, wait!
She needs her big baby bear to sleep.
Wait!
Plus she needs her big papa bear
for encouragement.
Wait! She needs a--
[Huckleberry] Gentlemen and Augie.
I've assembled the three of you because of your unique skill sets.
In a matter of hours, the moon is going to eat the sun
and I need you three to go up there and stop it.
Captain Caveman here has prepared a training montage for you
that will push you to your limits.
[upbeat music playing]
- [panting] - [machine beeps]
- [panting] Oh! - [machine beeps]
- [snoring] - [machine beeps]
[all screaming]
- [machine chimes] - Oh, yeah!
[machine chimes]
[upbeat music continues]
They're ready.
[heroic instrumental music playing]
[all cheering]
You show that moon who's boss, sweetie!
Why are they moving like that, Cindy?
Well, Boo Boo,
that's what we call slow-motion.
[Boo-boo] Ooh! So dramatic!
[all] Ten!
Nine!
- Eight! - Seven!
Six!
Twenty-nine!
Banana!
[crowd] One!
Good luck, heroes!
[digital beeping]
I'm almost done.
[digital beeping]
[microwave whirring]
Should be about five minutes.
[beeping]
Let's stop that mean ol' moon!
It appears the moon is suffering from medical reasons
so I'm gonna have to go in and do a surgery thing. Away!
All right, Moon,
it looks like it's time to operate.
I'm going to surgically remove its desire to eat the sun.
- [hammering] - [clanging]
The moon is impervious to modern medicine.
Ah, next.
I just think the moon needs to relax with a spa day.
Then she'll stop. I'll just set her up with a nice bath bomb.
[all cheering]
Oh, direct hit.
Did it work, Caveman?
No! In fact, moon seem even more energized
and ready to tackle day.
Huck, we running out of time.
[all booing]
Oh, you're the worst, you moon.
She's smiling at us. Taunting us.
You lunar bully.
Well, that was my one thing.
Guys, the moon is just sleepy.
One goodnight kiss and the moon will just go to sleep.
Good night, moon.
[choking]
[gasping]
[farts]
That was fun. [exhales]
[all shouting] Oh, no!
So, this is how it ends.
I thought we'd last at least another season.
Moon platoon, this is Caveman One.
You've done all you can.
Use remaining fuel to return to Earth
and wait out imminent Ice Age.
[all screaming]
Actually, Captain Caveman,
there's a better way to use that fuel.
One which would cost us a return trip home but
but could still save millions of lives.
[both gasp]
We'll use the rest of our fuel to shove the moon as hard as we can.
Even if it doesn't work, we'll need to to try.
Me moved by such sacrifice.
Any messages, me should tell loved ones?
Yeah, tell my daddy I love him.
Tell my reflection that I love him.
Tell Boo Boo, delete my browser history.
[cries] Oh, matter of fact! Just burn the whole computer.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Captain Caveman] Huck, we running out of time.
[digital beeping]
Wait, am I on a ship?
Have I been here the whole time?
What's going on?
[suspenseful music playing]
[all cheering]
- [whooping] - Oh, Cavey, they did it.
[upbeat music playing]
Why did you just do that?
[all gasp]
We, uh... We didn't... [clears throat] We didn't want you to, uh...
We stopped you from gobbling up the sun. That's what.
We know you were going to eat it.
I wasn't going to eat the sun.
The sun is my super-hot boyfriend.
Dang. Just look at him.
Mm, mm-mm-mm.
You were going to eat me?
I had everything planned for the one night we had together.
I got some of that bubbly fancy drink you love so much.
And some cups with little umbrellas in it.
But little umbrellas are stupid, I guess.
Oh, Kevin, not at all.
Oh, honestly, it's probably my fault.
Mama works hard pulling tides all year,
never asking for a thing in return.
And all the Earth does is laugh at me,
and say I'm made of cheese.
So it was my fault to assume I could have one night of happiness
without some jerk getting in the way.
What?
The moon's just a hard-working woman looking for love?
[Moon] I don't even know how they got the idea I wanted to eat you.
[Sun] What? Why, that's crazy!
- [whistles] - [sighing] Oh!
You know, I feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind.
Wanting to start again, even!
In the end, our mission of misguided heroism
snuffed out the fleeting embers of true love.
Guys, what if that wasn't the mission?
What? What are you talking about?
Yeah, what you talking about, huh?
We were sent to the moon to accomplish a mission, right?
Well, I say we've just been given
the greatest mission of all.
A mission more important than anything.
Even saving the world.
A mission of true love.
Huckleberry. Unga look!
She's too heavy. We need a way to roll her.
[heroic instrumental music playing]
[all cheering]
Ooh, Mama's coming, Kevin!
Rebecca!
[kissing]
[all cheering]
[all screaming]
- [Sun] I don't hold you enough. - [kissing]
- I love you, my sweet. - [crowd screaming]
[Sun] I have longed for you.
[theme music playing]