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- [birds chirping] - It's Saturday morning.
You know what that means.
Kiff and Dad weed the backyard!
[mellow music playing]
[humming a tune]
[grunting]
[lawnmowers buzzing]
Let's go!
[angelic choir sings]
Did we forget to clear behind the shed?
Eh, looks all right.
Let's just clear it next Saturday.
Definitely. We definitely will.
[birds chirping]
Ooh! Behind the shed.
Um, next Saturday?
- Shed! - Shed!
- Next Saturday? - Next Saturday.
[laughing]
- Are we forgetting something? - Hmm?
There's my two sugar buns.
Remember, today's my Saturday
to host the big professor barbecue.
Dean Kim thinks they improve team spirit.
Forget? I'm running the grill. Heh.
And I'm gonna deejay.
I haven't agreed to that yet.
The barbecue starts at 4:00.
Is the backyard ready for guests?
What am I saying? I know you gumdrops
have been on it, doing such a great job.
- Aw, yeah. - We're awesome.
I was thinking we could set up the grill
in that nice little area behind the shed. What do you think?
Yeah. That nice little area.
It's ready, alrighty.
We're just gonna run out
and dot the "T's" and cross the "I's."
[laughs]
Phew! All right. Let's get this over with.
How bad could it be? [shrieks]
What? What?
Ee-yikes-i-ola.
Okay, so unexpectedly bad.
But we've got, like, five hours.
Nothing left to do but get started.
- [chomp] - Ow!
Uhh. It bit me?
[suspenseful music playing]
[growls]
[British accent] Sorry for the tooth-handy, old chap,
but we're not going anywhere.
- What? - Uh, what?
Wh-Why do you have an accent?
We're an invasive species.
We come from a land far superior to this,
but we decided to expand our domain.
Smashing. [chuckles]
But this is our backyard.
[Cedric] Not anymore. We brought a little flag and everything.
Isn't it cracking good? I made it.
Right. Okay, look, we've got barbecue guests
coming at 4:00, and this is just very weird.
So who's in charge here?
[gasps] Why, my daughter, Roo.
[fanfare plays]
- Yes? - You can't be in charge.
You're just a kid like me.
We're a more highly evolved society,
so obviously children are in charge.
- Well, that's cool. - Indeed.
All right, well, then, kid to kid,
can y'all just please clear out?
My mom is throwing this barbecue,
and we kind of told her the yard was all clear.
[chuckles] Quite impossible, old chum.
We've moved in. Permanently.
Mom can't know we procrastinated so much on the yard.
She's so proud of us. We gotta get rid of these invaders ASAP.
How? I'm not sending my finger soldiers back down there.
[Western music playing]
♪ Hoo-ha ♪
- Lawnmower. - Lawnmowe...
...eeer.
[ominous music playing]
We heard you conspiring.
You could have forfeited the realm behind the shed to us,
but, no, you decided to use force.
Well, now we'll be taking the whole yard. Pip-pip.
My lawnmower!
Big mistake.
- [thunder crashes] - [horn bellows]
[yelps]
[yelling]
Turn it on!
[deep yelling]
Turn it off. Turn it off!
First, the yard! Then, who knows?
I've heard good things about houses.
Why not take it all?
[Kiff, in British accent] I say we back down!
I'm knackered!
[Martin, in British accent] Agreed. What she said.
[snarling]
- [yelling] - [yelling]
- Oof. - [clang]
[gobbling]
[bird squawks]
[ominous music playing]
[Kiff sighs] We're done for, Dad.
They pushed us all the way back to the patio line,
and we're all out of moves.
I'm a bad influence.
You don't normally procrastinate.
You're a textbook perfectionist, like your mom.
I ruined my little nerd!
Wait a second. [gasps]
A nerd!
Reggie's always spouting off
about obscure, weird stuff.
Maybe he knows something that can help.
Kiff, I'm into tech.
I'm not just some generic nerd
who knows weird facts about every little-- Wait.
Did you say biting mushrooms?
I just got a book on those.
Uh-huh. Hmm. Okay.
- [door opens] - [Beryl] Woof.
You wouldn't believe the lines today
at Slim Pickins.
3:30 p. already?
Stop! I mean, heh,
let me carry that outside for you, hon.
You just stay here,
make some lemonade or something.
In here.
Oh. Okay.
Got it. Okay. Thanks, Reg.
They have a weakness.
That's it? They hate smooth jazz?
That's their big weakness?
Everybody hates something.
[male voice] Take it down a notch or ten
with the mild, numbing elevator tones
of the Smooth Jazz Hour. Hit it.
[smooth jazz playing]
[jabbering]
It's working.
No! It's horrible.
The soft sax.
The gentle tooting. Agh!
[gasps] Yes!
Deploy fungus cannon!
Did she say something?!
[music sputtering]
[music stops]
That... was our last hope.
[sighs]
It's a dark day for Martin's Appliances.
It's 4:00 p.
The barbecue's starting, But... but maybe we still have a little time.
I mean, who shows up exactly when a party starts?
[doorbell rings]
[both] Middle-aged professors.
[deep breath]
Dean, colleagues, right on time, as always.
- Hello, Beryl. - Evening, Beryl.
This way to the backyard.
- Alrighty. - Let's do this.
- Can't go out there! Not ready! - No, you can't go out there!
Oh, don't be so modest. They spent all day
making sure the backyard's all spick-and-span.
[ominous music playing]
[whap]
Beryl, what the heck?
I truly don't know what to say.
Mom, Dean, professors,
we've got terrible news.
[inhales] Dad and I got a little lazy
and kind of let the backyard get overtaken
by an evil army of biting mushrooms.
The BBQ is ruined.
But how did this happen? This morning, you said the backyard was good to go.
We lied. We've been...
procrastinating.
[sobbing]
Ah, procrastination.
That wicked temptress.
I used to procrastinate myself, until a month ago.
That's when I read a quote on the back of a box of Andrew's Mix.
"If it takes less than five minutes, do it now."
- I am so sorry about this. - We tried blasting smooth jazz.
[clears throat] That won't work. They'll just shoot fungus at your boombox
and disable the speakers.
That's exactly what happened!
Wait. These creatures could have
important scientific implications.
I'd like to set up a bio-research center in your shed.
Oh. Sure. I-I mean, if you want.
Yeah, I'd like to sit down with them
and learn more about the social aspects of their society.
That's the kind of professor I am.
Come on! Bite it!
For science!
- I'll get some grub cookin'? - I'll deejay.
Reggie said mushrooms like heavy metal, yeah?
Pili, play "Chains of Chains."
[Roo] Hang on! Stop it!
You want us to stay?
You're just giving us the backyard?
[reflective music playing]
Roo, Your Excellency, we would be honored
if you stayed in our backyard.
You are so welcome here.
Oh, no, this is rubbish.
Pack it up, everyone! We're leaving!
- Wait, what? - [Cedric] We're an invasive species, you potato.
We can't stay where we're wanted. It's absurd!
[Roo] Hello there. We need a lift to the airport posthaste.
I'll take you.
- Me, too. - I'll navigate.
[Roo] You have a large van or something, I presume.
[Professor Lloyd] We'll put the seats down.
Well, Beryl, quite the evening.
Yeah.
Dealing with those mushrooms
was the perfect team-building exercise.
I've never seen my employees coming together
to solve something so efficiently.
Best BBQ ever.
Wow. Okay, great.
I think other institutions
could learn a lot from our experience.
I'd like you to write an essay on the evening for me.
Oh, I'm not sure I want to--
Wow. Another adventure all wrapped up neat and tidy.
Hold it. I'm worried neither of you learned a lesson here.
But we did. We learned that sometimes
procrastination is weirdly good and saves the day.
- Is that the take-away? - It's a take-away.
You two are gonna write that essay for me.
I'm taking a bath.
[sighs] Well, nothing to do but start, I guess.
- Next Saturday? - Next Saturday.
[closing theme music playing]
Chirp.