♪ It's original ♪
Like me.
[opening theme music plays]
[Arlo] ♪ We all need Someone to hold us up ♪
♪ To help us on We make each other better ♪
♪ Though the world's not always right Tough times, they can make us strong ♪
♪ We all belong We're beautiful together ♪
♪ We're beautiful together ♪
[relaxing cruise music plays]
Hmm.
I own this one, this one… this,
this, this, this, these…
but something isn't quite right yet.
Ah-ha! I need to buy this.
This is very expensive
but very cute. [chuckles]
[bird screeches]
[shrill notes play]
Ack!
[grunting]
Awk!
[squawks]
[bird screeches]
Something's amiss!
-[seagulls squawking] -[bird screeches in distance]
-[man] It's Mayor Elena. -[woman] She's here!
Thank you. Thank you, residents of Seaside!
Because of you all,
we've officially banished those supernaturally strong seagulls
to the sewers where they belong!
And I can finally enjoy a bite of authentic Seaside pizza.
[munching] Mm. Mmm-mm.
Arlo, my little man. How are the final touch-ups going?
We're on track. Plumbing works in every… [scratches] …infrastructure!
-Hey, who cleaned up my water? -[camera shutter clicks]
-Was it you? -[both scream, panting]
[Arlo] Ghosts were chased out of places we don't want haunted…
Get 'em, Furlecia!
…and relocated to the places we do want haunted!
If you guys are gonna stay here, I have one rule…
There are no rules!
-[dance music plays] -[ghosts moaning excitedly]
Otherwise, everything is in tip-top shape…
[in prospector voice] …until the snow comes and collapses the mines…
Uh, what?
Ooph! I am so sorry.
I got this sweater in the mail from Edmee
and ever since I put it on I've been feeling a little off.
Oh, well, it's a cute sweater.
It sure is comfy.
And it sure makes me…
[growls]
[grunting]
…itchy!
-[gasps, shudders] -[dramatic sting]
-[all] Ugh! -[woman] Why?
What on earth is that?
Oh no. I think it might be… swamp itch!
Oh no, honey, you have not been moisturizing, have you?
No, swamp itch is kind of like chicken pox. Whoo!
With bad fevers and chills, that turn into intense hallucinations.
It's highly contagious. Ah…
I call dibs on not being the one to take care of him.
[Ansel] Don't worry!
[squawks]
I will take care of my baby boy.
I sensed you were sick.
-Oh, that's a dad. -Mm-hmm!
Yes. I am. I can take it from here.
I may be new at this, but I brought backup.
[baby giggles]
If this is contagious, you should all keep your distance,
at least for the first 24 hours.
Bertie, Furlecia! You can stay with me!
-Girls' night! Whoo! -Whoo! Let's do this.
-Girls' night. It's gonna be lit. -[ghosts moaning]
Hmm…
[seagulls squawking]
-Here you go. Can you walk up? -[grunting repeatedly]
Oh no. Here, let's get this sweater off of you.
Arlo, got another package for you.
-From Edmee. -[dramatic sting]
N-No! No more packages from the swamp!
-Is Arlo okay? -[grunting repeatedly]
[chuckles] Um, no, but, uh… Ah, he will be. Ah! Please excuse us.
[package rattles]
-Okay, easy there. Okay, now what? -[grunting repeatedly]
"When your toddler is sick,
it's important to surround them with a comfortable environment to rest in."
-[bird screeches] -[shrill notes play]
-Comfortable! I can do that! -[grunts]
Hang in there, Arlo, I'll be right back!
[shivering]
[teeth chattering] D-d-dad? I'm k-k-kinda cold.
[clatters]
"When creating a comfy space for your toddler,
make sure they are kept warm with blankets?"
I guess this is kind of warm?
Twigs? What kind of instinct is that?
Here, I got a blanket!
We should probably put these mittens on too.
"Homemade chicken noodle soup has a calming effect,
especially if your child has the chills." [gasps]
Chicken? I don't know about that one.
[shivering] It s-s-sure is getting colder and colder in here.
[sucks in air, exhales]
Chicken soup can't be too hard.
Salt, pepper, water.
Well, we definitely don't have any of those.
What'd my parents do when they had to feed me?
Mommy, I'm hungry.
[gnawing]
That's it, substitutions!
Maple syrup, garlic…
bone juice.
It definitely has… [sniffs] …a smell.
[retching]
-[belches] -Ugh.
I understand. The garlic was idiotic!
I should've used corn starch.
Canary! Hurry up and grab the blankets before the blizzards roll in!
Canary?
The hallucinations must be starting. Let's wrap you up.
Holy hotness!
Canary, do you not see this soil is on fire?
Uh, is this the fever part again?
Guess what, Canary,
this mine ain't big enough for the both of us.
[bluegrass music plays]
-Arlo? -[crashes]
We'll cut 'em off at the pass!
How do you do, my lady?
Giddyup, Nightscream! I gotta get me some gold!
Come here, little doggy.
Yee-haw!
-To the gully! -[grumbling]
[animal squeaking]
[phone rings]
Funky Pets Emporium, you want it, we got it.
Hello! I called to ask about what alligators do when they're stick…
Ugh, not stick, I mean sick!
What do alligators do when they're sick?
Hello?
Oh, uh, uh, let me ask my manager.
Um, what do alligators do when they're sick?
I'm seeing a lot about mud.
[air brakes hiss]
Oh boy.
All right, load it up.
-Tarnation! -[head clanks]
Gettin' lots of gold is vital to keeping my love, Winifred,
outfitted in the latest fashions.
Time to bring the mine cart up.
-[cranking sound] -[grunting]
Come on, you mine cart.
Ah.
All right, you first, Canary. I'll be behind you in the mine cart.
[grunting repeatedly]
You still alive, Canary?
Uh, uh, um…
yes?
I can practically smell the gold from here.
Eh! What's this? Mud?
It's a mudslide. Snows must have come early this year.
-[gurgling] -Oh.
Ah! Is it too much mud?
Tell Winifred I love her!
[gurgling]
Are you drowning?
[gurgling]
[grunts, strains] Ah.
[gentle music plays]
What do you think you're doing, Canary? I was almost to the gold!
I should have known you were too weak to mine with me.
[snores]
Rickety-biscuit. [chuckles softly, snores]
Aw. Little guy just needed some fresh air.
-[struggling] -Arlo, stop struggling!
Canary? It'll take more than a mudslide to stop me.
-[smacks] -Agh!
[Arlo] Yeah!
[cackles]
[clatters]
The hunt for gold continues.
[laughs]
-Arlo! Arlo! Wait! -[muttering]
[somber music plays]
Arlo?
Arlo!
-Come on. -[line ringing]
Funky Pets Emporium. You want it, we got it.
Yes, hi! I've lost my alligator.
Uh, did you try feeding it… mud?
-[dramatic bass note plays] -[screams]
Raising an alligator, raising a boy.
Nobody can tell me how to raise an alligator boy!
[grunts, whimpers]
[sighs]
Agh! Parenting is hard!
What kind of father am I
if I can't even take care of my son when he needs me most?
-I just wish I knew what to… do. -[bird screeches]
Hmm. What?
-[bird screeches] -[shrill notes play]
That's it.
[somber music plays]
You rascal, tell me where the gold is.
-[Ansel squawking] -The canary war cry.
Coming from the direction of my dwelling.
-[Ansel squawks] -It's time we ended this!
-[Ansel squawks] -Your war cry doesn't scare me, Canary.
If you harm my Winifred, or my gold, I'll be eating canary stew tonight.
[as Winifred] Why, I don't think that'll be enough food for the both of us.
[dramatic sting]
It can't be.
-Hyah! -Canary, is that you?
Canary? Don't you recognize your dear Winifred?
You ain't my Winnie.
Of course I am.
Don't you remember when we met at the hootenanny?
[stammers] The most special night of my life. No!
-[exciting music plays] -[grunts]
Hmph.
And what of the wild ponies we broke together?
Nightscream and Teribithia.
Hmm. Mm-mm.
[growls]
-[twangs] -What is all this, Winifred?
[as Ansel] It's for your own good.
[warbling]
Is Canary making you do this?
No. No!
[screams] No!
[music ends on high note]
[sleepy] Girls' night.
[groans]
-[sleepy] Girls' night! -[ghost moans]
Girls' night was interesting. Thanks so much.
[groggily] I need… sleep.
[chitters]
Morning, Bertie.
Hi. There's a package.
No more packages.
We hate packages now.
-Okay. -[clanks]
Is Arlo okay?
He'll be fine.
Great. Clean up the nest when you're done.
If you need me, I'll be in my… room.
[snores]
I love you, Canary. I mean, Dad.
Love you too, buddy.
But those good-for-nothing mines are threatening to tear us apart!
-[bird screeches] -[squawks]
Looks like it's my turn to take care of you. [chuckles]
[closing theme music plays]