♪
♪ One, two ♪
♪ Don't call us freaks of nature ♪
♪ We're more than sticks and stones ♪
♪ This life has more to offer Than you'll find on your own ♪
♪ You haven't seen us lately ♪
♪ We're underestimated ♪
♪ We may look small and delicate ♪
♪ No, no, no, no ♪
♪ We are The Mighty Ones ♪
♪ Together we feel so strong ♪
♪ You better get to know us ♪
♪ We are The Mighty Ones ♪♪
[ panting ]
‐ Wow, you're really good at digging holes, Berry.
‐ There was this fun game my dad and I used to play.
We'd dig holes, and he'd put me in the hole,
and cover up the hole.
Dad... He always looked really surprised when I dug myself out.
‐ Dads sound weird.
‐ Not to me, I want a dad!
‐ You want a dad?
‐ Yeah, Twig and I don't have a dad.
Y'know, the tree life cycle is just like... uh...
w‐water, uh... there's...
Photo‐snip‐tha‐sis...
and uh...
So yeah. No dad.
‐ Yeah, but sometimes I think it hurt not having anybody to guide me.
Should I put these worms in my eyes?
I'm gonna do it.
[ sniff ]
I can still feel them in there...
‐ I didn't need any guidance from anyone. I always make good decisions!
Kinda like this earring, best decision of my life.
‐ Mm...
‐ Let's see what we've got planned for today...
Step one: Make to‐do list.
Check!
Step two: Island time baby!
[ laugh ]
And nothing says island time like... grapes!
[in French] ‐ Hey, everyone, wake up, it's time!
Oh, woo‐hoo!
[ in French ] ‐ Wow, this is great!
‐ Ew, this grape's moldy!
Outta my face! I have much higher standards than that.
‐ What would your perfect dad be like, Twig?
‐ Oh, that's easy.
He would have this big, mossy beard, be all wrinkly
and have these hairy ol' eyebrows above eyes
that scream "Do better, son."
Ah... maybe someday.
Hey, you guys hear that?
‐ Oh, wait, what'd you say? I couldn't hear anything.
‐ I saw something fall from the sky!
[ in French ] ‐ Oh my goodness! Where am I? Who are you people?
[ gasp ]
‐ Dad?
I was sent a dad!
‐ Did you just call that thing "Dad"?
‐ He's just like I asked for.
Oh, I'm gonna show dad the best day imaginable.
[ in French ] ‐ Please take me back to my bowl right away.
The circle of life must be completed!
‐ Exactly. It's father son time!
[ in French ] ‐ I'm outta here.
‐ Whoa, there, pops! Goin' somewhere?
‐ Hop, hop, hop!
‐ Oh, man! A dad who loves to play...
Uh, I like that!
[ munching ]
[ in French ] ‐ Unhand me, you moronic stick!
‐ That's my dad! Always making up funny words...
[ grunt ]
‐ Hop, hop, hop, hop! ‐ Hey!
It's so fun when you make me chase you, dad...
[ in French ] ‐ Please, no! Leave me alone.
‐ Whee!
‐ Hmm...
This feels like it could be leading to unhealthy places.
‐ Oh, the audio quality's so good on these.
‐ Found you!
Teach me your ways, pa.
[ in French ] ‐ Oh! There, look!
‐ What? What is it?
[ speaking French ]
‐ Is that more dads up there?
[ in French ] ‐ No, no, no, not without me.
‐ Twig! There you are. You gotta let that thing go, man.
Dads don't just fall from the sky like that.
‐ Oh! Unless it's a daddy bird that died while flying.
‐ Right. Unless it's like a daddy bird that died while flying,
that's not where dads come from.
‐ Oh. I know that. ‐ Ok, good.
‐ They come from that giant dad‐bowl.
‐ Dad‐bowl? ‐ Huh?
♪
‐ Those dads are being eaten alive!
‐ Ah! What do we do?
Dad?
[ scream ]
Dad, no!
Leaf! Leaf, throw me up there!
‐ What? Sorry, I can't hear you,
could you come around to this side and talk into my good ear‐‐
‐ Forget it, Leaf, I'll do it.
‐ Yaa! Gotcha!
‐ Nice save, Twig!
‐ Oh, thanks, I'm just glad dad's ok.
[ grunt ]
[ in French ] ‐ Let go of me, you stupid wooden imbecile!
Why do you keep interrupting my endeavors?
‐ Wow, it almost sounds like he wanted to be eaten.
‐ No, he was obviously trying to sacrifice himself
to save his fellow dads.
He's setting an example for us all!
‐ Oh, yeah, that totally explains what he was doing.
‐ Wow, that's really cool of him.
‐ I hear that!
[ chuckle ]
‐ Don't you worry, sir.
Your sacrifice, though noble, is unnecessary.
We will help you save those other dads!
‐ Ear ear!
‐ Thank you, guys, that means a lot to me. And Dad.
Now let's go save 'em.
[ in French ] ‐ I despise you all.
‐ Aw. I love you too, dad.
[ groaning ]
[ gasp ]
Whoa... look at all those dads...
Now listen up, everyone! Dad and I are here to save you.
[ gasp ]
‐ Wow! ‐ An ocean of dads.
‐ Don't mind if I take a dip? Right, dad?
‐ No!
‐ Dad! Don't worry! We're here to save them!
Just like you wanted!
[ in French ] ‐ Release me, you miserable cretin!
[ gasp ]
[ in French ] ‐ Hooray, finally it's my turn! Goodbye!
[ cheering ]
‐ Oh, my gosh! I'm coming!
Thanks, Rocksy.
Yah!
[ scream ]
‐ Hyah! You're welcome!
♪
‐ Ow!
‐ Good job, Rocksy!
‐ My tooth! Aw. No more grapes for me.
‐ I think it's over... No more eating. We did it!
[ speaking French ]
‐ Why do they look mad?
We saved them.
‐ I dunno, dads are weird.
‐ Hey, Samosa, got any more of those grapes?
‐ Yeah, but they're hard as rocks.
Island time is donzo, chica.
‐ What are you talking about?
Island time's never over if you got one of these!
Let's liquify those suckers!
‐ Island time is back on!
‐ Come on!
♪ Dump the fruit into the bowl now ♪
♪ To put a smile on your face ♪
♪ Oh, no! That is not how we do it here ♪
‐ What?
♪ Yeah! On the island We take it at an island pace ♪
♪ We take it one grape at a time ♪
♪ How many grapes? ♪
♪ One grape at a time! ♪
♪ Too many grapes! ♪♪
‐ Island time baby...
‐ No! Daddy! Take me with you.
And then you can teach me the things that dads teach their Twigs.
[ in French ] ‐ Finally, I'm free!
I'm rid of you.
‐ Oh, yeah. That's some good advice.
Wha!
Goodbye... dad.
‐ Twig! Twig!
Why'd you let go?
‐ Dad pushed me off to keep me safe.
Probably couldn't live with himself if I got hurt.
‐ Oh, I love that.
♪ Let's see if we can go slower ♪
♪ Just half a grape at a time ♪
‐ Okay, okay. Just dump it in.
‐ Oh, that's how it is now?
Ey, this is the big city now, we runnin' on a schedule here, aye!
[ speaking French ]
‐ I think he's trying to say goodbye...
[ in French ] ‐ Good riddance, I hate you!
‐ Bye! Bye!
Guys, I think the dads are gonna be okay.
After all, my dad's in there to help them.
‐ Yeah, they seem happy.
‐ No! No!
‐ Okay, gently... gently...
Alright! Smoothie time!
‐ Should we save the seeds, man?
‐ Nah, dump'em. They're worthless!
‐ Oh, man, I think I got one of those seeds in my‐‐
‐ Leaf, it's not the time.
Twig, there's nothing you could've done...
‐ I may have only known dad for six to eight minutes,
depending on how you count it,
but I'll give him a burial to last forever.
‐ Hey, the seeds fit perfectly
in the holes I learned how to dig from my dad!
[ grunt ]
‐ Read the room, Berry...
‐ Sorry.
‐ Dad, if this one is you, thank you.
[ crying ]
Dad, if this one is you, thank you.
[ crying ]
Is this one you? Well, thank you.
[ crying ]
This one doesn't really feel like my dad.
[ crying ]
‐ This is getting kind of weird...
‐ Excuse me!
[ crying ]
‐ I'm proud of you, Twig. It's not easy to let go.
[ sniff ]
‐ Thanks, Rocksy...
[ sigh ]
[ in French ] GRAPE: Hello!
‐ What?
[ in French ] ‐ Ah, the circle of life is complete!
[ speaking French ]
‐ Twig, the dads are back!
‐ I know, I can't believe it!
[ in French ] GRAPEDAD: I am reborn!
‐ Dad? You look amazing!
[ in French ] ‐ Hey, you. Wooden idiot.
‐ What is it, dad?
[ in French ] ‐ We have managed to complete
the circle of life.
‐ You know what? To be honest, I haven't been able to understand you all day long.
‐ He's just saying this is what they wanted all along,
to be planted in the ground, and like, complete the circle of life.
‐ Wait, Leaf, how can you understand him?
‐ Well, let's just say I have an ear for languages!
You guys are the worst.
Whoosh!
‐ The circle of life...
It's like the tree life cycle.
Dad re‐grew from himself.
So it's like he's his own dad.
Which would mean if I grew from myself, I'm my own dad!
[ gasp ]
Guys, I'm my own dad!
‐ How's it feel, bud?
‐ Well, I guess it makes sense
that that's why I'm so nervous about myself all the time.
I mean that's how any parent would feel about their kid.
I guess I have done a pretty good job of raising myself.
Not the eye worms!
‐ Big Stack!
LEAF: Oh, man,
this is the biggest stack yet. You got this, Berry!
‐ Careful, careful...
‐ Stupid blue flowers and your stupid dust.
Hey, guys! I got more stacker sticks.
‐ Here you go. ‐ Ah, whoa!
[ sniff ]
Ah‐choo!
[ groan ]
‐ Oh, man!
‐ Aw, the best part of playing Big Stack is when it all...
[ imitates stack falling ]
[ laugh ]
‐ Yeah. It's so great when it...
[ sneeze ]
‐ Ah‐choo!
‐ Uh, guys, are you okay?
‐ Bro, I'm fine. I just can't feel my face
and I don't know my name anymore... Ah‐choo!
‐ Well, my name is definitely Twig. Ah‐choo!
Who's arm is that?
[ heavy breathing ]
[ sneeze ]
‐ Umm, I think you're all sick. I'll go get Dr. Clod!
‐ Hello? Hello?
Look man, if you're not gonna tell me what's wrong with you,
I'm not gonna be able to do anything.
‐ Doc! Come quick, my friends need your help!
‐ Someone needs my help? No time to waste!
I took an oath!
Saw you blink, you big faker!
‐ Aw, you got me!
DR. CLOD: Hmm...
[ sneeze ]
‐ I have my diagnosis!
‐ What is it, Doc?
‐ Yep! That's the unmistakable tang of Sneezyitis!
‐ Oh, no! My friends!
How can that be?
Is... uh...
Is that bad?
‐ It's a terrible disease! There's only one known cure.
‐ Okay, yeah. Whatever it takes, anything for my friends.
‐ Steady...
Steady...
‐ Careful, doctor.
‐ Not now, Rocksy! This requires utmost precision.
‐ We're losing them, Doc!
‐ Almost there... Almost there...
Almost there...
[ groan ]
‐ I smell nothing.
‐ I don't know why I thought that would work. ‐ What's the next one‐known‐cure?
‐ There's no more one‐known‐cures.
‐ So, they're gonna‐‐ ‐ But! There is one unknown cure!
‐ Yay...
‐ Hey, Dave, come over here!
‐ Oh, hey, guys. You don't look so fluffy,
you need a little, pick‐me‐up? ‐ Is Dave here to make us laugh?
Is laughter the best medicine?
‐ Eh...
Uh, not really...
[ screaming ]
‐ Do you feel better now?
‐ No... ‐ Nah, bro...
‐ The darkness...
[ chocking ]
It calls to me...
‐ I can't stand seeing my friends like this!
Why are they sick and I'm fine?
‐ Who can say? ‐ Wait, you're fine?
Oh, this changes everything!
They don't have Sneezyitis at all, they're allergic to you, Rocksy!
[ scream ]
‐ My gosh!
‐ What? No, there's no way that they‐‐ ‐ Ah‐choo!
‐ Uh...
‐ How do we fix that? ‐ Easy!
By never coming in contact with your friends again!
‐ Oh, right‐o.
‐ Now go on, kid. ‐ Mm...
DR. CLOD: Step away from the dying Berry, Rocksy.
[ mumbling ]
That's right... shoo!
‐ Mm... DR. CLOD: Keep going...
Better...
[ mumbling ]
Aw, that's a good Rocksy.
‐ So, I can't be with my friends anymore?
‐ That's right! Every moment you're with them
will cause them great agonizing pain!
[ sniff ]
‐ But...
my friends are all I have.
I can't be without my friends,
I don't know what I would do without‐‐
‐ I was gonna run by the haberdashery, want anything?
‐ Not now, David!
‐ Oh, alright. Okay, I'll just ah... surprise you.
See you guys later!
‐ So I really can't play with my friends ever again?
‐ Nope! Oh, actually there is one way, a portable isolation chamber.
As long as you're in the chamber, they will be protected from you!
‐ Is this really what I want to do?
Seal myself away from everything I know and love?
No, if this is what it takes to heal my friends‐‐
‐ Stop talking, you're letting the air out.
ROCKSY: Wait, one sec‐‐
‐ Enjoy your isolation!
Whee!
‐ Huh...
[ sigh ]
For my friends.
Maybe it won't be so bad.
Wonder where the bathroom is...
‐Ah! ‐ Rocksy, we're playing hide and speak!
‐ I love hide and speak!
‐ Hide. Hide. Hide. ‐ Hide. Hide. Hide.
‐ Hide! Hide! Hide! Hide! Hide! Hide! Hide!
‐ Hide. Hide. Hide.
Speak! Speak! Speak! Speak! Speak!
‐ Haha, found you!
‐ Did you find Rocksy?
‐ Oh, yeah, she... uh...
didn't hide very well.
‐ Speak! Speak! Speak! Speak! Speak! Speak!
[ pant ]
I wonder if they found me yet?
[ screaming ]
[ chuckling ]
[ screaming ]
‐ Spike!
[ screaming ]
‐ What is happening? Oh, come on...
Whoa!
[ laughing ]
‐ Hide... Hide... Hide... Hide... ‐ Hide... Hide... Hide... Hide...
‐Speak! Speak! ‐Speak! Speak!
[ laughing ]
‐ Good game, duders!
Uh... where'd Rocksy go?
‐ I dunno, but she's not doing great at this game either.
[ scream ]
‐ Hey, Rocksy! We're gonna go play Big Stack!
Eh, she'll find her way home.
‐ This isolation chamber is butt!
‐ Man, what can't this leaf blower do?
‐ I bet we could make a hot tub out of the kiddie pool!
‐ Heck, yeah!
[ laughing ]
‐ Yes, this way! Back to my friends.
‐ Big Stack! Big Stack! ‐ Big Stack! Big Stack!
[ sneeze ]
‐ Big Stack! Big Stack!
‐ Hey, guys!
‐ Hey, Dave! ‐ Hey, Dave!
‐ You lot feeling any better? Oh!
[ scream ]
‐ Augh... Ah‐choo!
[ babbling ]
‐ Guys, I can't live my life like this anymore.
Even the air that was around me makes you sick.
I can't live in this gorb‐forsaken isolation chamber forever.
I have to leave the yard,
and never see any of you again...
Dang.
‐ Rocksy! You can't leave!
We're fine! Look...
[ snort ]
‐ Yeah, we can handle it. This ain't so bad.
Ow...
Hey! He stole my wallet!
‐ I've got to go. I can't see you like this...
‐ We'll miss you, little Rocks!
‐ We'll always remember you!
‐ If you ever need us, we'll be here
at the blue flower patch playing Big Stack
with the blue flowers and all of this pollen floating all over the place.
If you ever need to find us,
just follow the pollen and you'll find the blue flowers,
and that's where we're gonna be. Can't miss us.
That's where a lot of... There's a lot of pollen everywhere.
[ sniff ]
‐ Goodbye...
[ sniffing ]
[ crying ]
‐ You guys aren't gonna believe the deal I got on these spats,
‐ they even threw in a free pocket square. ‐ Not now, David!
‐ I'll just never see my friends again because I make them miserable.
[ laughing ]
BERNARD: Oh, boy. ‐ Huh?
‐ Oh, what a delectable delight.
[ munching ]
‐ Hey, Bernard and Rabbit.
You guys have to be my new best friends now.
[ sneezing ]
‐ No, no, no, no, no!
Oh, everyone is allergic to me!
I'll never be friends with anyone ever again!
‐ What are you talking about, you pestiferous pebble?
We're not allergic to you!
‐ You're not? Then what's making you sick?
[ laughing ]
‐ I tell you. Ain't it obvious?
I mean, c'mon. Just‐just take a look around you...
‐ Huh?
‐ I love these blue flowers!
[ laughing ]
‐ It's the blue flowers! The blue flowers are making everyone sick!
[ sneeze ]
‐ What? No, no, it ain't the flowers.
Nuh‐uh. It‐it's these spicy chicken wings.
[ sniff ]
‐ This peppery poultry is irritating all of our cranial orifices.
‐ B'oh, the zest!
‐ Stacker sticks?
Stacker sticks!
No!
‐ Why'd we try to rebuild it with our eyes swollen shut?
‐For the thrills...
‐ Oh, I can't do it!
[ panting ]
‐ Did Rocksy just leave without saving us?
‐ I'm definitely gonna die in like three...
Two...
Two and a half...
Pretty close to one...
‐ Stack this.
‐ Hey, the bubbles are gone. Where'd the leaf blower go?
‐ What leaf blower? ‐ Sorry.
One second...
[ deep breaths ]
Okay...
‐ Nice.
[ sighs ]
‐ I feel better already!
‐ Guys! Guys! I wasn't making you sick!
It was the spicy stacker sticks!
We can be best friends again!
‐ Hey, you guys wanna go check out that haberdashery?
‐ Yay! ‐ Yay!
‐ I hope they've got velvets!
I may not have poisoned you all this time, but my day will come.
And on that day, when happiness turns to ashes in your mouth,
you will scream my‐‐ ‐ Oh, hey, Blue Flower, how's it‐‐
‐ Not now, David!
♪