Jesus, Lips. How did my campaign get so bad?
Things got cheesed real fast.
How are we doing in the poles?
Not too good, but at least we're not in last.
It's time to bring out the big guns, Jo.
Fucking right. That's what I'm talking about, Lips.
You really want to beat Cousin Leon?
Let's smack his jail tattoos right off him.
Ready for this? We're going to gather the community together
and we're going to host a pancake breakfast.
Every candidate does that.
Then let's get sick in the head.
What if I made blueberry pancakes?
Come on, Lips.
Cousin Leon jarred me hard.
Pancakes ain't gonna help.
If pancakes can't turn this election around,
I don't know what can.
I might have an idea.
♪
♪ 'Cause I can love you, baby ♪
♪ All night long ♪
Roger: This is your mate, Laughingstick in the Morning.
The last of the summer students are back.
Now, the res dogs have someone quicker to chase than old Roger.
You know what they say.
Ripped gitches get stitches.
I'm talking about you, Edna.
Your dog owes me a new pair of knickers.
(slurping)
(sighing)
The election has officially reached
the pancake breakfast phase.
You know who else could use some pancakes?
Councillor Jo.
Mm.
Roger: Not even blueberry pancakes can save that campaign.
Yeah, fuck that radio.
Chickadee, how are we gonna take down Cousin Leon?
Easy. With a pack of matches and some lighter fluid, I can--
I gotta stop you right there.
Fine then, Officer Flapjacks.
You've been in the city too long.
You have any ideas without fire?
I'll hide a slowly rotting carcass
underneath his floorboards.
He sleeps in a car.
Fine, I'll set him up for every email list on the internet.
You know how annoying it is to get off a fucking mailing list?
He doesn't have an email or a computer.
Got one. I'll reverse the toilet so when he flushes
it blows right back up his ass.
The old backwards moo.
In the business we like to call that an "oom."
Why can't you just do normal kid stuff?
Paul: This toaster sucks.
This boy's been acting up since you kicked him in the arse.
I shoulda kicked him harder.
He went from a baby to an elder too fast.
It's unnatural!
You know what's unnatural?
His arse.
It felt like I was kicking a bean bag chair.
Rita: Look at that lost boy.
You're going to get zapped there, boy.
Paul: Uh, duh. I don't know how to use a toaster,
so I'm going to stick my whole head inside and try to eat it
from the inside. Guess what, dum-dums?
Hah. It's unplugged.
Pay-tuk, that's for the kettle.
(screaming)
Why didn't you guys tell me!? (grunting)
You know, when I started my journey into manhood,
my dad drove me to the woods, and he left me there to fast.
A fast? He can't even slow.
(laughing)
(rattling)
Forget it, Rose. This thing only has hoity-toity shit.
I got the Twilight movies right here.
What? Those movies are so old.
"The Knackered Bobby?"
I like these British ones. They talk funny.
'Ello. I'mma watch this on me telly.
Careful, Rose.
Once you start talking like them,
you'll start thinking like them.
As if, Dean.
(British accent) You're just jealous of the Tommy box
because you think you're the movie man, but you're not.
You're not even Little Tony.
Ta-ta.
If it isn't the Red River reject?
School's over or did they kick you out for being ugly?
Cut the shit, Cousin Leon.
Whatchu doing running for chief?
Stay in your lane, bro.
Isn't it your bedtime?
It's fucking 2:00, bro.
You can tell time?
So you did learn something in school.
At least I went to school.
Both: M'nehh.
- M'nehh. - M'nehh.
Both: M'nehh.
All: M'nehh.
Cousin Leon: This ain't over, huh?
What'd you call me down here for?
'Cause your sign sucks.
Not even! It sends a good message
and it looks like I believe in that message.
Is that message, "Hey, look at me,
I'm a real estate agent?"
These other signs ain't any better.
Oh, yeah?
"I'll remember that?"
It's part threat, but it also says,
"Hey, remember the good times?"
Somebody else says, "Yeah. Yeah, I do."
Can't be any worse than that.
Ma, you want to be a little bit better than Stephen Harper
or a lot better than Cousin Leon?
Check this out. You know how you like to get shit done?
Well...
You shouldn't be swearing on these!
Why?
I don't know, white people?
But it gets the people talking.
I'm sorry, but it's not me.
Don't put any of these in the ground.
Wish you'd said that two hours ago.
♪ Have you ever felt ♪
♪ Anything at all? ♪
(door opening)
♪ Why stand so tall? ♪
Cha! Don't turn that off! They feel what I feel.
You're ruining cribbage!
You don't understand, because you feel nothing!
Rita: Leave him alone. He misses his mom.
He doesn't know how to say it.
But he doesn't have to play this crap so loud.
Probably can't hear it because of your ears!
Who did that to you?
Don't worry about it.
And what are these?
Dirty magazines?! Oh, my!
Now you've done it! You've upset Rita!
Pack up, you're going to the fast.
Is that, like, a fast where you don't have to
eat for a couple days or is that the one where
you have to run around real fast?
Because I ain't doing either of those things.
Don't make me have to put these on!
Hurry. It's over here.
Whoever did this, must have did it after my patrols.
Jo: "I gotta shit."
Obviously it was Cousin Leon.
I gotta ask you, Jo.
Is this true?
'Cause these are the types of things
I need to know before an election.
Hi there.
Jo: What do you want?
What happened to your signs, Jo?
Are the rumours true?
'Cause if you need to shit so bad...
then use this!
(laughing)
(whirring)
Roger: (British accent) Hello, do you have a note to get
a decent cricket team around here? The Queen--
Alright, out you get.
Fine, but if I die out there, this is attempted manslaughter,
and the system doesn't give a shit about how old you are.
See you tomorrow, same place.
- M'nehh. - You know, I was scared
when I did my first fast, but as the body gets weaker,
the soul gets stronger.
But you got the soul of a baby.
Alright, empty your pockets.
(sighing)
Oh, it smells so good.
(chuckling)
(Sniffing, groaning)
Ah.
It's a set. I'm going to miss these boys.
(sighing)
It's still warm?
(slamming door)
You better bring all that back when you pick me up.
My girl, you've been too stressed over Cousin Leon.
I'm fine, ma.
- But he's kicking your arse. - Easy.
We can turn this into a good thing.
Oh yeah, Lips. You're gonna turn,
"I gotta shit" into a good thing?
Think about it. Most politicians lie,
but your slogan offers full transparency.
It's refreshing.
Let's ride the pancakes to victory.
Ma, I just learned how to cut
someone's brake lines on the internet.
- Hm. - That internet is a bad place.
Pancakes.
Brake lines.
- Brucey-boy! - Pancakes.
Brake lines.
Come and eat some bangers and beans.
You guys shouldn't even be here.
I'm cleaning out my lice tank and they are everywhere.
The fuck, Bruce?
Do your thing, but keep it legal.
Legal-ish.
♪
Fire in the hole, bitch.
(popping)
(baby crying)
♪
Cousin Leon is a total joke.
A guy who used to rummage.
What's worse?
We don't even know if he has to take a shit.
If we don't know if he's gotta crap,
then what other secrets is he hiding?
Vote Jo, because fuck that other guy.
♪
Paul: Help me, spirit guide.
I can't do it, spirit guide.
Hurry up already! I'll eat anything right now.
Spinach. Lettuce.
Those little trees you put cheese sauce on.
Is that you, spirit guide?
I'm ready to become a man now, spirit guide.
Ed, get out of here! I'm waiting for my spirit guide!
Thing is, Paul, I am your spirit guide.
(grunting)
Well, this is horseshit.
Walk with me.
You're gonna learn some things.
Nobody told me there was going to be walking.
Have a look. What do you see?
Ma! I'm so hungry!
They can't hear you.
Just watch and listen.
You can do that, right?
Shut up, Ed.
Excuse me, ladies, I have to use the little girl's room.
Did ya heard that her boy
took off to the city again?
What a shame.
Just ran away from his baby like that?
You know who I blame? Agnes.
Not a great mom.
That's not my ma's fault! That's my fault!
The other kookums all said she spoils him too much.
Woman: I heard she let him wash
his mooied sheet in the sink.
Stop talking shit! I'm gonna remember your faces.
Get a real good look at them.
I'm back.
We were just talking about how you're such a great mom.
Aww.
Liars! My mama's the best!
Relax, boy.
There's more up ahead.
I'm gonna fight those old ladies.
'Allo, there, Dean.
Blimey, what do we have here?
A Jaunt in Camberwell.
Cheerio!
Cheerio is for milk.
(dialling)
Hi there, it's Doug. How can we help you with your Tommy Box?
Yeah, man. Put on the King.
You mean, Elvis?
Look, man. I know you work for the King,
so stop sending your shitty British movies.
We don't want 'em.
Wait, you think the King of England works at Tommy Box?
Yeah. He's trying to finish colonizin' the Rez,
but you know what? You ran into me.
Dean.
D. E. A. N. N.
Yeah, I spell it with two Ns now because...
I forgot to stop saying Ns.
Okay, Deann.
If you have any technical problems you need help with,
I'd be glad to help.
Oh, the King tell you to say that?
Sir, I'm gonna have to hang up.
Fuck face says what?
Okay, you take care.
What did you say? What?
Cousin Leon: Sure, everything my cousin Jo said about me is true.
I did rummage.
Probably opened your fridge and looked around one time.
But what kind of leader let's a known shitty guy
like Cousin Leon come back after his BCR expired?
A shitty one!
Vote Cousin Leon for chief.
(eagle screeching)
We're tanking in the polls, Lips.
Yeah, I saw that. Sorry, Jo.
Pancakes might be boring,
but stooping to Leon's level is worse.
Hate to say I told you so.
I'd rather be lame than Leon.
Thanks?
We're going clean the rest of the way.
Fire up those pancakes,
I'll tell Chickadee to stand down.
♪
It's rummage time.
I swear I'm gonna fight those old ladies
for talking shit about my mom.
Settle down and look over there.
Okay, so I say, "Hello, how are you?"
Aneen ezhi-ayaa'yan?
And then you say, "I'm fine."
Ni-mino-ayaa.
Ma, I'm tryna play my game.
Do it, you handsome idiot.
Okay, my boy. Just try.
Aneen ezhi-ayaa'yan?
You're talking funny.
I don't like it.
Just do it, man.
Okay, son.
You just keep playing your little games.
Ma. Ma! I'm sorry!
Take me back right now.
Are you sure you know what to do?
Yeah, I'm gonna go back and fight those old ladies
for talking shit about my mom.
I don't think you're ready.
Take me back right now!
You are back at your camp.
(shouting)
Ma!
Spirit Ed!
Where's my five bucks?!
Please, sir. May I have some marmalade for these?
Marma-what?
Ma! You'll never believe--
I told you already. We're doing pancakes.
I don't wanna hear anything about it.
- But Ma-- - Go help Lips already.
Just want to say,
the maple syrup is suspiciously low.
Everyone be conservative with your squirts.
Did somebody says squirts?
No need to save your squirts.
Squirt away, everyone.
It's on us.
We don't need your squirts, Cousin Leon.
No one invited you.
No pancakes for you.
Who wants pancakes, when you can have a hug
from everyone's favourite guy?
Hugs?
Why didn't we think of that?!
Settle down, Lips.
Hugs are pancakes for the arms.
Bring it in.
Ma, don't hug anyone.
What now, Chickadee?
I set a rummage trap for Leon.
Chickadee! I said we're going clean now.
Why won't you listen to me?
Someone was rummaging in my house.
Some of my lice are missing.
Jo: Lice?!
Who did it? I know my lice are in here.
Jerry? Beth? L'il' Petey?
Everyone step lightly!
Everyone stay calm!
Something suspicious is going on.
It's lice, Lips.
Pay attention.
It was Cousin Leon.
(crowd gasping)
You all thought he changed but guess what?
Once a rummager, always a rummager.
It's true.
I still rummage.
What's the big deal? I don't take anything.
I just touch stuff.
Sure, I move things around a little,
but I always put them back.
Maybe not exactly where they were before,
but I put them back.
Busted!
Oh!
Now you're gonna turn on me?
Just because I rummage?
You all rummage.
There's a rummager in all of you!
This place is no good for nothing.
I can't believe we almost elected this guy.
He's nothing but a raccoon in a suit.
A cheap suit.
(tearing)
What are you gonna do about it?
There ain't no leader in this place anyhow.
Like to see you try and stop a lice outbreak, Jo.
Jo, what are we gonna do?
Call in the kookums.
See! What did I say?
Calm down. Stephen Harper and I really enjoyed watching
The Knackered Bobby so we're having crumpets for tea.
Those movies are wrecking your brains, man.
Love, you're being a real wanker.
Fancy me outfit, ya plank?
It's happening.
The Tommy Box is colonizing you.
Just give these movies a chance,
they're really quite exquisite.
(goofy British accent:) May I?
(People chatting)
Little Petey! I thought I lost you!
Nice work, Jo. You got my vote.
Same here.
Hey, Chickadee, nice work.
Thanks, Ma.
Fancy a cup of tea?
(sparking)
All that lives must die...
What...
The...
Fuck?
Don't ever mess with Deann.
That's Deann with two Ns.
Tommy Box: All that lives must die...
(sparking)
Hello, the King?
I'm afraid I have some rather unfortunate news.
The King: What? I told you that if Dean with two Ns
wasn't colonized by the weekend that it was off with your head!
Ma!
Paul, you're not supposed to--
Nimaanendam.
What?
(sighing)
I said, nimaanendam.
Paul, you're sorry?
And, um,
Aneen ezhi shini-kazoyan?
Aneen ezhi shini-kazoyan.
Ni-kazoyan.
Well, my name is Agnes.
Ni-kazoyan.
Kee-za-gey-in.
I'm sorry, Ma.
I love you.
Ni-kazoyan.
Kazoyan. (laughing)
Do you have any bannock?
(chuckling)
Both: Pakanin esh-kwan-dem.
- (laughing) - Uh-huh.
Oh, hey Jo.
What the hell are you wearing, Lips?
No way is this guy getting lice again.
That's too much for me, Lips.
How are we doing in the poles?
Really good actually.
♪
♪ I want fire ♪
♪ Now you know, no you don't ♪
♪ Make me repeat myself, make me repeat myself ♪
♪ I want fire ♪
♪ Now you know, no you don't ♪
♪ Make me repeat myself, make me repeat myself ♪
♪ No, no ♪
♪
♪ We sit on the couch and we stare at the screen ♪
♪ Someone else tells us what everything means ♪
♪ I don't know about you, but I can't live like this ♪
♪ Baby, we need to feed the fire then we burn it all down ♪
♪ I want fire ♪
♪ Now you know, no you don't ♪
♪ Make me repeat myself ♪