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Wow.

I can't believe we're already saying goodbye.

It's been great getting to know you, Pee-wee Herman.

Earth sure is a great planet.

Your art, music, pizza.

You sure took to our customs fast.

Thanks for showing them to me.

I've loved these last two weeks.

- I wish I didn't have to go.

Me, too.

Come with me, back to my planet.

Meet my family and friends.

Live with me.

I can't.

I need to stay here with the people of Earth.

I'm going to miss my new best friend.

I'll never forget you, Pee-wee.

I'll always remember you, too, Yul.

Look.

I made us both friendship bracelets.

Pee-wee, they're beautiful.

Let's put them on.

I guess this is...

arrivederci then, right?

Right.

Arrivederci, Pee-wee Herman.

Arrivederci, Yul.

I want to go, but I can't leave home!

I can't leave home! I can't leave home!

I want to go, but I can't leave home!

- I can't leave home! I can't leave home!

- I can't leave home.

I can't leave home! I can't leave home!

Morning!

Ooh!

Ooh!

Apple-y!

-Good morning, Pee-wee! -Morning, Mr. Murgatroyd!

- Pee-wee! - Hi, kids!

Ooh! Ooh!

Hello!

Breakfast bar!

Scone, French toast, American toast...

Green grapes, sausages, bacon, cinnamon toast!

Buh-bye!

Good morning, Pee-wee!

Good morning, Mrs. Rose!

Oh, look at you.

You're cute as a peanut!

- Ow!

Have you heard about those new corduroy pillows?

- Corduroy pillows? No.

I'm surprised, 'cause they're making head lines!

Get it? "Head lines!"

Oh!

-Hold on. Hey, Ruby! -Morning, Pee-wee.

-Last stop, Nana's Yarn Barn! -Oh!

You're the sweetest boy in Fairville, Pee-wee.

-Me? -Is there anything sweeter than you?

Uh... a Root Beer Barrel?

- That's right!

I know they're in here somewhere.

There it is.

No. What was I looking for?

Oh...

Root Beer Barrels are my favorite!

Boop!

Ah!

Well, listen, you seem really busy. Let me let you let me run.

-Bye, Mrs. Rose! -Bye-bye, Pee-wee.

-Pee-wee! -Yo, Billy!

-Hey, Pee-wee! -Hey, Ben!

-Morning, Pee-wee! -Kevin!

--Pee-wee!

I'm so glad I bumped into you.

I've got an amazing deal I want to tell you about.

You're gonna have to tell me later, Marvin.

I'm on my way to work.

Just a moment of your time. Come on, Pee-wee.

Tell me, Pee-wee, where do you picture yourself on vacation?

Mexico?

Or Morocco?

Mexico?

Morocco?

What is this? A travel agency or a millinery?

Sorry, Marvin, I'm not interested.

Come on, Pee-wee.

Don't you ever wonder

-what life is like outside Fairville? -Nope!

Marvin, you know I don't want to go anywhere or try anything new.

Bye!

Phew!

Emily, you scared me there for a moment.

I know I have overdue books.

I'm gonna return them soon, I promise.

-I don't care about silly overdue books. -Oh?

But I do have something special I wanted to give to you.

Hmm.

The new Scuba Cop?

The Emerald Sharks?

And the sharks are hammerheads?

These are the exact type of sharks that Scuba Cop hates the most!

I haven't received your RSVP for the Book Club tomorrow night.

I was thinking that, maybe afterwards, you and I might--

Whoa, whoa! Emily, let me stop you right there.

The fact is...

I neglected to RSVP my regrets.

I have rehearsal that night. NA.

-NA? -Not available.

- Sorry.

Well, what time is your rehearsal?

Oh, uh, TBD.

-TBD? -To be decided.

LATT, Em. IHTBG.

- What? - LATT, IHTBG.

-IHT-- -"Look at the time."

"I have to be going."

You understand.

Yay! Work time!

Two eggs, fried, extra hash browns, side of sausage. Enjoy!

Looks fantastic as always, Beverly.

Dan's Diner. Dan speaking.

- French toast is up, Bev!

Denver omelet. Easy on the cheese.

Easy on the cheese-y, coming right up-y!

Boop.

Dudley! Sylvester! Clovis! What are you guys doing here?

Pee-wee, we need to talk to you about band rehearsal.

Well, it is unusual to be discussing Renegades business at my workplace,

but, sure, what's up?

My promotion at the grocery store means I'm gonna be working a lot more hours.

Nights.

Yeah, and my girlfriend's making me take ballroom dancing with her

four times a week.

Nights.

My office just pressured me into joining their nighttime bowling league.

Nights.

But the Renegades rehearse at night.

Hello? How's that gonna work if all you guys are so busy at night?

It's not.

The Renegades are breaking up.

What?

-No! -Things are changing.

None of us have enough time to be in a band anymore.

I do!

That's because you're stuck in a rut, Pee-wee.

We want to move on to other things.

What am I supposed to move on to?

What am I supposed to do with my flutophone?

Why don't you think about a solo career?

Why don't you?

Good luck, you guys.

Good luck with all your stupid, important reasons for breaking up the Renegades!

-Nice seeing you, Dan. -Bye, Dan!

Pee-wee, I gotta say, your French toast is perfection!

Thanks.

Same with your pancakes, Herman. They drive me crazy!

Not that long a drive, Ernie, but thanks.

I'm taking this biscuit with me.

I love it.

- Why don't you marry it?

Listen, you guys, you seem really busy. Let me let you let me run, okay?

All right? Buh-bye!

-Thanks for coming. -Later!

-See you tomorrow. -Bye.

Hey, sport, can you watch over the diner?

I gotta go meet a couple pals at the lodge.

Sure, Dan. I'll be right here. Where else would I go?

Gonna be right here. Just like always.

Have fun with your pals!

Attaboy!

Sharks pulling off a jewel heist?

It could happen,

but not if Scuba Cop happens to be swimming around!

Cool.

Double cool.

Triple cool.

Uh, hi! What can I get you?

-Milkshake, please. -Flavor?

Let's say chocolate.

Sure. Three, two, one.

- Chocolate.

Boop!

Ooh!

Ooh!

La, la, la, la, la, la, la.

La!

Boop! Think fast!

Wow!

Thanks, appreciate that.

Mmm.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Wow, man!

This milkshake is outrageous.

- I really mean it. - Probably...

top five, all-time.

Thanks, my specialty.

You know what would go great with a milkshake of this caliber?

A Root Beer Barrel!

Only the best candy in the world!

It really is!

Distant second?

Charleston Chew. Third?

Tie between two candies.

Rolos and Skittles!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up.

Well, all right, Mr. Master Milkshake Maker,

what do you say you show me around this little burg of yours?

Me? A tour of Fairville? I'd love to!

Oh, I can't. I gotta watch over the diner.

-I promised Dan and Beverly-- -"Promised Dan and Beverly"?

Will you listen to yourself? You sound like a little baby.

We'll only be gone ten minutes.

Chillax, man. Live a little.

What?

Live a little.

Live a little.

I have kind of limited experience on a motorcycle.

Shh!

-You hear that? -What?

It's the old highway callin'. Get on.

- Wicked-awesome view, dude!

-And it's right in your backyard. -I'm glad you like it.

It roughly corresponds to the model scale HO-187.

Wow, this is a whole new world for me.

A miniature world!

A miniature world.

I mean, look at the detail. It's breathtaking.

You got a real gift, man.

Thank you.

Hey, how about that tour of Fairville?

Right over there, that's Dan's Diner, where we met.

And there, Fairville Public Library.

Fairville High.

Tire Repair of Fairville.

Fairville Fire Department.

Barber of Fairville.

And this right here,

this little building is where Fairville's premier music group, the Renega--

-What's wrong? What's that building? -Nothing.

It's just some stupid building

where my stupid band used to rehearse before we broke up!

Let me get that right out of there.

Stupid! Stupid!

You okay?

Yeah, sure. I'm fine.

Hey! What's that?

Is that your house?

I didn't notice you had a tree house.

Oh, I don't.

That's the only detail of this entire model that doesn't exist...

yet.

--That's funny.

You know, I always wanted a tree house, too.

That is funny!

Say...

What do you say you and me get a picture of us

at the site of your future tree house?

You ready? Three, two, one.

- Root Beer Barrels!

You know, I never caught your name.

Oh, it's Pee-wee. Pee-wee Herman. And you are?

Good one.

Uh... what?

Wait...

you don't know who I am?

How could I? Why would I?

I'm Joe...

Manganiello.

Well, pleasure to meet you, Joe Man...

Manganiello.

Sorry, trick ear. One more time.

Manganiello.

I'm an actor.

I'm told show business can be very competitive,

so hang on to your dreams and who knows?

I wish you luck, Joe Man...

-Certainly you've heard of True Blood? -Uh-uh.

-Magic Mike? -Hmm, you'd think so, but no.

Man, you're so real.

That's what I like about you, Pee-wee. You're normal.

Your miniature world is awesome.

Hey, what's on the other side of those railroad tracks?

Beyond Fairville?

I don't know, I've never been there.

Never?

May I tell you something I've never told anyone?

Sure.

What is it?

Once upon a time, I won a contest.

A trip to Salt Lake City, Utah.

- But I never made it to Salt Lake City.

- Or Utah.

- Long story short...

I came back with a metal plate in my head.

That explains why you don't travel. Hmm...

Do you ever get worried that life's just passing you by?

Ha!

What could possibly be going on out there that I haven't tried already in Fairville?

-You ever been in a fight? -No.

-You ever broken a rule? -No!

You ever had two women fight over you?

Uh...

Have I? No.

Breaking rules and breaking hearts, that's what life's all about.

I believe in fate.

And I think I know why you and I met.

You're gonna leave Fairville...

and you're gonna take a holiday.

I got your reason right here.

What is it? What?

I want you to be at my birthday party.

New York City!

How would I ever...

I couldn't possibly...

This is all happening so fast.

See you in five days, brother.

"Five days"? "Brother"?

-I've never even been on an airplane. -No!

The only thing you're gonna learn about yourself on a plane

is that you like the honey-roasted peanuts better than the plain-salted.

If you're really hungry,

the open road is a smorgasbord of life experience.

A few days on the open road is worth a lifetime in Fairville.

The way I see it, Pee-wee Herman,

you got a choice to make.

Stick around here...

...or live a little.

Stick around here...

or live a little.

What should I do?

I wish I had some kind of sign.

Whoa, that's a big apple.

Big Apple!

That's it! Bingo!

-Can I get anybody more water? -Where's my order?

Where's the food?

I'm starving!

Bev, my lunch break is practically over!

- Me hungry!

Shoot! Heck! Darn!

Pee-wee, where have you been?

I'm leaving town.

I won't be at work tomorrow or the next day or the day after that.

I'm taking a holiday.

Come on, Little Connie. We're going to New York City!

♪ One million bottles of pop on the wall ♪

♪ One million bottles of pop ♪

♪ You take one down and pass it around ♪

♪ Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand Nine hundred ninety-nine ♪

♪ Bottles of pop on the wall ♪

♪ Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand Bottles of pop on the wall ♪

♪ Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand Nine hundred ninety-nine ♪

♪ You take one down and pass it around ♪

♪ Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand Nine hundred ninety-eight ♪

♪ Bottles of pop on the wall ♪

♪ Nine hundred fifty-five ♪

♪ You take one down and pass it around ♪

♪ Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand Nine hundred fifty-four ♪

♪ Bottles of pop on the wall ♪

A traffic light!

Just like I've seen in National Geographic!

I hope I'm not tempting fate by saying this out loud,

but my very first holiday is off to a perfect start!

Uh-oh, those nice women are in trouble!

Hitchhikers! Hop in!

Where you headed?

-Hello-- -Drive, pip-squeak.

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

Time is of the essence, Daddy-o. Put the pedal to the metal!

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my-- Ow!

Floor it, worm!

- Hey!

Watch where you're going, maniac!

Why are the cops after us? Are you guys witches?

Never ask a wimp to do a lady's job.

-Ooh! -Faster, granny!

Please, don't make me wreck Little Connie!

This is one moving violation after another!

Ladies, hold on to your switchblades!

Congrats, twerp. You're a criminal.

We just fed you.

Listen, ladies, it's been real and it's been fun.

But has it been real fun? Mmm-mmm.

Nope.

Come on, let me go.

I gotta get to New York City, to my friend's birthday party.

I don't care if your friend is the Queen of England

and she's throwing her 100th birthday party

in the Statue of Liberty's underpants!

You're not leaving this motel room.

Hey, Pepper.

He seems okay.

Maybe we can trust him.

No way! He'll go and squeal to the cops.

-But I-- -Pipe down, squirrel!

My name's not Squirrel. It's Pee-wee.