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♪ Good morning ♪

♪ Good morning ♪

♪ I am looking for a pal ♪

♪ Will you pretty please be my pal ♪

♪ Pretty please, pretty please ♪

♪ Good morning, my good pal ♪

♪ I am so glad we're pals ♪

♪ Can we pretty please play a game ♪

♪ Pretty please ♪
♪ Pretty, pretty please ♪

♪ We will have so much fun ♪

♪ Just two pals, having fun ♪

♪ Will you stay a while with me here ♪

♪ Pretty please ♪

♪ Pretty please ♪

♪ Settle in everyone ♪

♪ Our day's just begun ♪

♪ Pretty please ♪

Thank you, pal.

Hello there, pal.

I've been thinking about you.

I've been thinking a whole lot, in fact.

It's very nice to finally meet you.

My name is Mr. Jensen,

but my pals call me James.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I found something I'd like to show you.

Our good pal, Marty Mailbox,
has been keeping it safe for us.

What do you have for us today, Marty?

Oh boy, I am fond of things
that come in plastic bags.

Let's take a look.

All right, here we go.

Have you seen one of these before?
Well, I bet you have.

You've probably seen one every time
you step into Mommy and Daddy's house.

Do you know what this says?

W-E-L-C-O-M-E.

That spells, welcome.

Let's put this where it belongs.
Do you know where that is?

Well here, I'll show you.

It really is pretty out
here today, isn't it?

Well, here we are.

This is where the welcome mat goes.

Perfect.

Let's go inside.

Oh, dear.

It looks like I forgot the
house keys again. Silly me.

Have you ever forgotten something before?

Speaking of forgetting, I forgot
the plastic bag over there.

Excuse me.

I wouldn't wanna be a litterbug.

I'm really glad I didn't forget
this plastic bag here today.

Memory is interesting.

In fact, memory is our

concept of the day.

Memories can be anything.
They can be happy,

sad,

angry.

- Or even gone.

- Look. It's my best pal, Monkey.

Let's go say hi.

Good morning, Mr. Monkey.
- Good morning, Jimbo.

- Mr. Monkey, what did you
mean by memories being gone?

- Well, you've forgotten things, right?

Like, oh,

the plastic bag.
- That's right.

And it's okay to forget the
little things from time to time.

We all do it. Even grownups, like me.

- But, Jimmy.

- Yes, Mr. Monkey?

- What if you forget important things?

What if you forget me?

- The warm moments we've shared together

are far too nice for me to
forget you, my dear Monkey.

I'll never forget you either, Jimbo.

- Oh, what's that?

Another delivery.
- I wonder what it is.

- Excuse me.
- Hm.

Oh, darn.

It seems I miss the postlady again.

I can't seem to catch her.

She has such a busy schedule
delivering mail to the whole town.

I never even get a chance to say hello.
- What's Marty got for you, Jimbo?

- Well, it looks like
we just got a letter.

That's odd.

Usually a return address goes here.

A return address tells you who sent it.

That way, you know where you
can send a little thank you.

- What's it say?

- Freak.

All right, who sent this?

Who wrote this?

Why would?
- I wouldn't worry about that if I were you.

Probably just a silly
little joker.

- You're right, Mr. Monkey.

Say, I think it might be time for
our pal here to visit the playground.

- What a wonderful idea.

I can introduce them to
all the playground pals.

- Don't worry, pal. This isn't goodbye.

I'll see you real soon.
Have fun with Mr. Monkey.

You can trust him.

This way, pal.

♪ Welcome to the playground ♪
♪ Won't you have a look around ♪

♪ Meet some pals, join the crowd ♪
♪ Strangers here cannot be found ♪

♪ Did somebody say stranger ♪
♪ I hope I'm not in danger ♪

♪ No need to fear while I'm around ♪

♪ So stick with us,
you're safe and sound ♪

♪ Welcome friend, we're glad you came ♪

♪ You can ignore me, I'm pretty lame ♪

♪ Don't be glum, beaver dear ♪
♪ At least not when the friend is near ♪

♪ I concur, you seem nice ♪
♪ Now listen here for good advice ♪

♪ A stranger's trust must be earned ♪
♪ But with us, don't be concerned ♪

♪ All of us here at the playground ♪

♪ Want you to know that you
can trust all of us now ♪

- Even Ferret!

♪ Because we're all best pals for life ♪

- I'm so glad you were able
to join all of us on the playground.

This here is my best
puppet pal, Fausty Fox.

- Howdy!

Second only to my best
pal, you.

And Jimmy, of course.

- Did I hear my name?
- Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

- What?
- How did you

get here?

- Well, I,

I just wanted to see
my playground pals and-

- [Beaver] Adults aren't
allowed on the playground.

- Yeah, it's a place for kids to have fun.

- But, Beaver, Bird, Monkey,

you're all my pals and I
wanted to have fun, too.

- It's okay, Mr. Jensen.

You're our pal too.

- He can stay and play, can't he, Monkey?

- You're right, Fausty.

But that's not my call to make.
- What?

I, Rory Lion,
king of the jungle gym,

will allow it.

- Thank you, King Rory.
Thanks.

Sometimes friends say mean things.

Sometimes friends might exclude you,

and sometimes you might even feel lonely.

But real friends don't mean
to make you feel that way,

and it's not because they
don't enjoy your company.

They often have reasons of their own.

I remember when I was a little boy, I-

- There are so many memories,
it can be hard to keep track.

Would anyone like to share any
special memories they have?

- I remember one time I saw a butterfly!

- I remember one time I
lost my dam in a flood.

I was so, so sad.

- I remember last week, a
tasty little snack I had.

Oh, juicy, tender, bloody.

- Oh, that sounds great, your highness.
What about you, Ferret?

I love it!

- Do you have any happy
memories Mr. Jensen?

- I,

I, I I don't

know that I,

I have any happy memories

or any,

sad memories or

any at all.

- Someone stole your memories?

- Oh, no.

- [Fausty] What are we
gonna do, Mr. Jensen?

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't go.
It's okay.

We'll, we'll, we'll think of
something, right? We always do.

- Don't worry, Jimothee.

Detective Monkey is on the case.

- Woo, he always gets to the bottom of it.

- Elementary, my dear Fox.

- Well, lead the way,
Mr., uh Detective Monkey.

- First thing is first, we
need to examine the body.

I mean, Jim,

have a seat.

- If you say so, Detective.

- Okay, let's have a look.

Open, please.

Ah, come on, wider Jimbo.

- Taste buds looking normal.

Yes. Perfectly operational jaw.

- Shh, I'm investigating.

I need to see those peepers, Jimbo.

Irises, pupils, veins.

You get all this?
- Yeah, yeah, I got it. Uh huh.

- Okay, good.

- Well, that's good to hear.

Legs long as ever.

- Long as ever.

- Have they had any
trouble wiggling recently?

Just as I suspected, made of skin.

- Ah, skin.

- Raise your arms now.

Arms operational,

and.

- Wow.

That was fun.

Did you enjoy that as much as I did?

- All right, I've solved the case.

You have?

- The answer is,

Profoctopus might have the answers.
He knows a lot about a lot of things.

Who, me?

What may I do for you fine
gentlemen, today?

- I have a problem.

I can't seem to recall,
well much of anything.

- Well, you've come to the right place.

I do know a lot about a lot of things.

I even know a thing or two
about missing memories,

how they may be lost and
who may have taken them.

- Who?
- The Freak.

- The Freak?

- Who is the Freak?

- Not a who, but a what.

A creature of the night.

A scourge on this playground.

It burns with hatred
for all playground pals.

- I hear it has skin as thick as slime.

- I hear it has eyes that
pierce your very soul.

- I hear it's insides are on the outside.

- Don't worry. I, King Rory
am here to protect you.

All of you.

- Profoctopus, pals,

we don't like to call people,

freaks.
- Oh, but it is.

And it has your memory. I am sure of it.

- Hold the phone, bottom feeder.

Thank you for the input, but we gotta go.

- [James] That wasn't very nice.

- The freak is coming.

It will be here soon.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

- Profoctopus doesn't know anything about anything.
- I thought you said-

- What you need is good
spin on the merry-go-round.

That always gets my thoughts
going and my juices pumping.

- Oh, I've always wanted a ride
the merry-go-round with pals.

- Yeah.

- Would you like to take a ride with me, too?
- Oh, go ahead.

- Oh, oh, okay.

- [Monkey] Let me help you with that.

- [James] Thank you.

- Ready?
Yes.

Oh, but not too fast, please.

- Here we go, Jimbo.

- [Fausty] Wow. Look at it go.

- It's going, it's going pretty fast.

[Fausty] Wow! Watch
it, watch it!

Okay, that's really funny,
guys. Now, now stop.

Gracious.

I said stop it!

Stop this fucking thing now!

Oh, dear God.

Oh God.

Stop!

God, God, God, God.

- Cut, cut,

cut, cut.

- What do you wanna cut?

- I don't have any scissors on me.

- Knives are dangerous.

- Cut, cut. Cut the cameras.

Cut it. Stop the show.

- [Fausty] Show?
What show?

- This show!
On television!

You know what I'm talking about, right?

- Look, Jimbo, I get it.
You're a little dizzy.

We told you there's a reason why adults
don't come to the playground.

And maybe you just need
to retrace your steps.

- Where was the last place
you saw your memories?

- I, I remember the plastic bag.
- Great.

Go back to that beautiful
backyard of yours

and see if it jogs any memories.

We'll keep an eye out for them right here.

- Oh, and the freak, too.

- [Monkey] The show must go on.

- Wow, that was,

I suppose I should retrace my steps.

Look for my missing memories.

Couldn't have gone too far,

but how do I find my
memories when I feel so-

Monkey is right.

The show must go on,

and I don't want to
disappoint you either, pal.

Things got pretty hairy back there.

But this,

this is a happy place.

In the backyard everything
always works out.

♪ When you are feeling blue ♪

♪ And the world seems bad and
scary through and through ♪

♪ It is time to whistle
to a different tune ♪

♪ So when bad feelings come to you ♪

♪ There's one thing you must do ♪

♪ Just ♪

Sounds like Piano is having
some memory problems of his own.

Nothing to worry about.
It happens to all of us.

And remembering music is especially hard.

But what do we do when we make a mistake?

We say we're sorry and we
try our best next time.

I know Piano is gonna try extra hard now.

Ready?

♪ So when bad feelings come to you ♪

♪ There's one thing you must do ♪

Piano,

I'm trying to help our pal here.

I think he's feeling a little blue

about the merry-go-round.

So, pretty please

play the song again,

correctly.

♪ When you're feeling blue ♪

Well, if I can't sing a song-

What else can I do when I'm feeling blue?

Thinking about my pals
always makes me feel happy.

The playground pals are sure
great friends, aren't they?

It's too bad they can't
be around all the time.

Do you know what I do when I miss them?

Arts and crafts.

But first, we need supplies.

Let's see what we have in here today.

Orange is my favorite color,
always makes me happy.

Glue sticks.

- What is this?

It's a sewing kit.

We won't be needing this today.

Always be careful when
using sharp objects.

Only use them when there's
an adult around to help you.

Whoa.

There he is.

Before we play, always remember
to clean up your mess first.

Not everyone has playground pals,

so I'm going to show you
how to create your own.

What is this?

It's Kneeil.

Kneeil is the kind of friend
who can never leave you.

that's a wonderful dance.

Hey, what else can you do?

Kneeil, I didn't know you
knew magic.

Kneeil always makes me feel happy.

Oh, you're welcome.

Another trick?

Okay.

Why me?

What do you mean, Kneeil?

Why am I

alive?

Well, to be my pal, of course.

But why?

I guess,

I felt
lonely.

Is that how you feel when your
pals aren't around, lonely?

Wait,

I remember.

I remember!

Yeah.

I remember feeling lonely.

I didn't have any playground pals,

no one to play with,

no one to laugh with,

no one to make me feel happy
when I felt sad, just me.

But then you came along.

You kept me company
when no one else could.

Thank you,

for being my pal.

What?

What? What's wrong?

What's wrong, pal?

What?

Kneeil, no.

No no no no. No!

Kneeil, no no no no no.

Remembering hurts.

It's not a nice feeling, hurting.

But the worst kind of hurt
is hurting on the inside.

Others may not see it, but you can,

always.

Sometimes it's a feeling in your tummy.

Sometimes it's in the back of your throat.

Sometimes you just hurt all over.

But,

no one knows,

no one but you.

Adults may tell you it's nice

to share those feelings, but

that's not fun television.

And that's how you heal yourself.

I feel much better now.

What do you mean I'm still hurt?

Well, that's what the
Band-Aid's for, silly head.

You're just worried about me. Don't fret.

Adults like me always know best.

I am here to keep things happy for you.

I have it all under control.

Did you just, no, that

couldn't have been you.

Did you see that?

Marty?

Do you have something for us?

No?

Do you have an idea?

Well, tell us.

It's a surprise.

Well, I'm open to any ideas
that might cheer me up.

Marty,

you found my music.

May I have this dance?

- Come on Playhouse.

Yeah, you can do it.

Now everybody.

- Fellas?

Where'd you go?

Oh, did you say something?

I didn't realize, the post lady is here?

Oh no, did I miss her again?

Oh, Mrs. Post lady?
- [Post Lady] I'm sorry.

- Oh, I'm so glad I finally caught you.
- I have a busy schedule… - I wanted to send-

- …delivering mail to the whole town.

- Huh?

- I'm sorry, sir. I really must be off.

You smell the same.

I used to call it the smelly stuff.

- [Post Lady] I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Mom.

I used to watch you put it on every morning
when you were getting ready for work.

Once, I found the bottle

and no one was around.

I put it on just to be like you.

But,

I put on too much,

and it got in my eyes.

That shit really stung really bad.

And dad walked in.

Sir, if I don't leave now, the next
house will never get its mail on time.

- Oh, oh no. Don't go.

Come, come dance with us.

Come dance with us, mom.
- Have a good afternoon.

- What do I do?

Great idea.

Thank you, pal.

Do you build traps often?

People trap all sorts of things.

They trap mice to keep their homes clean.

They trap bigger animals for food

or to make nice clothes
with their furs and skins.

People even trap parents.

Now,

the bait.

What do you think, Marty?

Oh, you're right.
I did forget to see what mom sent me.

I didn't see you there, pal.

I have bad news.

I'm remembering all kinds of things now.

Like,

how to cook,

or at least how I was taught to cook.

I don't

quite remember who,
but someone must have taught me.

I wonder if this cow had a mom.

I wonder

if they played in the pastures together.

It's not like they had much else to do.

Do you know what a cigarette is?

My mom loved cigarettes.

She went out to buy a pack once,

and when she came back
home, the house was on fire.

I wonder if this cow's
mom smokes cigarettes?

Does yours? I hope not.

I've made a mistake.

And what do we do when we make a mistake?

We say we're sorry and we
try our best next time.

I'm sorry, hand.

This is gonna need a big bandaid.

Maybe I should take some of the
food we made to the playground pals.

Wrap my hand,

if I
get it.

True pals are never apart,

maybe in distance,

but never in heart.

- [Bird] Don't worry, that's why I'm here.

- Bird.

- That's right. I'm here to help.
- Oh, that's good.

I could really use some
help getting cheered up.

- Oh, I see. A bad case
of the blues got you down?

Well, there's only one place to go.

- Where's that bird?

- Six feet deep with maggots in your eyes.

- What?
- A pile of flesh to feed the worms.

♪ Early bird gets the worm ♪

- Bird, you're scaring me.

- Oh, don't be a downer.
That's Beaver's job. Bye.

- Well, it's a bad thing I'm here too.

After all, you're just so, so sad today.

- Any more tears and he might just snap.
Oh, poor Mr. Jensen.

- Poor Mr. Jensen.

He might even be happier as bird food.

- Early bird gets the worm.

- That's not funny.

- Come on, Mr. Jensen.

Where's your sense of humor?

Why are you laughing?

Stop laughing.

Shut up!

- You said a bad word.

♪ Shut up, shut up, shut up ♪

- Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up, shut up, shut
up, shut up, shut up,

shut up, shut up, shut up.

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

What do I do?

No, no, no. I don't wanna do that.

Pals don't hurt pals.

But, but I

don't want to.

You're right.

Thanks pal.

Are you sure?

Okay.

- James, please don't.

- [Beaver] We're your pals.

- James!
- James!

Pretty please!

Pretty please!

- What you doing Jimbo?

Pal.

You look like you've lost
your bananas.

- No, no.

I'm doing swell.

- Oh, glad to hear it.

- Monkey, how did you get over the fence?

- Ah, I have my way.

Hey,

what's that for?

- Just some cleaning.

Someone

took out a shovel out earlier.

- Ah, peculiar.

I don't seem to remember
anyone else being here.

Do you?

- I thought I was the one
with the missing memory, silly Monkey.

It's just us,
me and my pal.

Gardening, we planted that flower.

- You know, I've always loved the smell
of fresh dirt.

- Why are you here anyway, Monkey?

- Oh, that's right.

I originally came to
give you some good news.

- Oh. We have a lead
on your stolen memories.

- That, that is good news.

- Oh, well, why don't you come back
to the playground and see all the pals?

You should come, too.

We miss you.

This way.

- What happened?

What happened?

Fausty? Are you okay?

- Mr. Jensen? Who did this?

- [Profoctopus] Who do you think?

- I don't remember.

- Who else, but the Freak.

And it's not done yet.

It won't rest until we're all

as miserable as it is.

- You were supposed to protect us.

Where were you?

- No.

No. It wasn't my job.

It isn't my job, it's King Rory's.

It's King Rory's.

King Rory.

King Rory, come quick.

The playground, it's-
- Oh, I am aware.

I, King Rory, protector of the playground

see all.

- Then why didn't you stop it?

- I know what you did.

- I didn't do this.

- Not the fire.

- Beaver, Bird, they're,
they're, they're fine. They're-

I know everything.

- Everything?

I won't let you ruin this for me.

- Please, don't.

- You should've stopped the fire.

You should have stopped the fire!

- How's it hanging, Jungle Jimbo?

- Monkey, I'm so sorry.

For what?

- I,

I did it.

I killed Bird

and Beaver

and King Rory.

- Rory?

- Our pal, King Rory.

- [Monkey] That didn't ring a bell.

- King Rory, Rory Lion.
The protector of the playground.

But Jimmy, that was

supposed to be you.

Huh, your memory really
is funky today.

Over here.
I've got something to cheer you up.

- Who's is this?
- Go on,

take a sip.

- Pals?

Do you see anybody?

Do you?

Hello?

Are you there?

Where'd you go, pal?

- Well, come on.

Say something.

Why aren't you saying anything?

You saw what happened to Rory.

You saw what I did to
him, so say something.

This show is for you
and you're ruining it.

I won't let you do that.

I won't let you take it away from me.

It's my purpose, and your purpose
is to listen, so say something.

Say something.

Say something.

Say something.

Say something!

Say something!

Say something, say something.

Say something! Say something!

- Why can't I hear you?

Beaver?
Bird?

Are you doing okay?

- [Bird] I'm doing just dandy.

- [Beaver] For once, so am I.

- [Bird] Yes.

- You're not hurt?

- Why would we be?
- Why would we be?

- I didn't bury you in the garden?

- You were there weren't you?
- You were there weren't you?

But,

were you?

- [Beaver] We've been here.

- [Bird] Waiting for you.

- We all have been.

What?

What's the matter,
Mr. Jensen.

- What happened to you?

Whatever do you mean?

- Monkey?

Why do they look all wrong?

Shhhh….

- But isn't this what you wanted? Pals?

- [James] You are my pals.

- No, real friends.

People, with eyes and noses and mouths.

- And fingers
and toes.

- And veins and bones.
- And skin.

And beating hearts!

- A little flesh and blood to cheer ya up.

- You, you, you are my playground pals.

- What's the difference?

- We thought you'd be happy.

- And that's all we want, Jim,
for you to be yourself again.

We miss you.

We need you.

- I need you, too.

- They need you.

Happy.

We tried replacing you,
to give you a break.

It didn't work.

Ferret got stage fright.

- Monkey? Question.

- Shoot.

- Where did you get all the parts?

From that woman in the trap.

That's why you set it, right?

To finally catch her, to
give us the pieces we needed.

- That's not why-
- She was making you sad, Jimmy.

She hurt you.

We couldn't allow that.

Remember, we need you,
Jimbo, just like you need us.

So,

what do you say?

Will you stay with us?

Pretty please?

Thank you, James.

- I'm sorry.

I can't stay.

No I, I can't do this anymore.

- Then you are the Freak,
and you must be fixed!

- Oh Jimbo,

you want to come back and play?

Why don't you do a pal
favor, and let me through?

Look, you can trust me.

We both know you're gonna go
bonkers over there, all alone.

You already have one foot madness.

How long have you been
here in the backyard?

Who built this place?

Where do you sleep?

What do you eat?

Who have you been talking to?

Have you even ever set foot in that house?

Opened the back door?

You don't know,

do you?

And that not knowing,

that not caring?

It felt awfully nice,

didn't it?

But now you're just

full of questions.

Face it Jim, you have already
gone completely bananas,

and it'll only get worse.

So, let me in, and good old Dr. Monkey

will fix ya right up.

It'll only tickle a little.

Fine.
Have it your way.

We'll play one last game together.

See you soon, Jimmypoo.

- Okay, okay. What do I do now?

Ah, okay. I wish mom were here.

She always knows what to do.
Mom?

Mom, are you, are you still there?

Oh, thank God you're still there.

Ah, I knew they were lying.

Skootch over, Marty.

Mom, they're coming for me.

What do I do?

What do you mean you're still busy?

Mom, I need you.

Okay.

Do you know what to do?

What do I do?

You need to get out of there.

Well, I know, but how? The door is locked.

If you can't leave, there's
only one option, James.

What's that?

Stop the show.

I don't want to let you down too, pal.

You've already done that, James.

So why keep pretending?

You're right.

Thanks, pal.

Okay, that didn't work.

Burn it all.

Are you sure?

Do it.

Okay.

You couldn't even light a
match without seeing things.

You couldn't even keep
your own mom around.

You couldn't even stop the fire.

Do you even want to leave?

Of course I want to leave, of course.

Then why host the show?

For you.

For me?

Whoa.

Monkey was right.

You really have lost it.

No!

No!

Stop it, stop it.

It hasn't stopped.

The show hasn't stopped.

They're coming for you, James.

Where do I go?

Six feet deep with maggots in your eyes.

No,

no,

No.

There's a way out.

No,

no,

no!

Please.

Talk to me.

I need you.

Was that them?

Do you see them?

They're coming for us.

Do you see them?

What are you telling me? Tell me.

Please.

Do you think they're out there?

Did you hear that too?

Do you think we're safe?

Nighty-night, Jimbo.

Symptoms?

- [Fausty] Melancholic
tendencies, acute loneliness,

pyrophobia, refusal to
forget, and Freakification.

- [Monkey] Understood.

- [James] Guys?

Pals?

- Freak.

- No. No no, I'm your friend.

- Freak.

- [James] Please, just let me go home.

- Freak, freak, freak, freak,
freak, freak, freak, freak.

- Okay.

- I'm his pal.

The fact is, I'm doing much better.

I'm happy.

I can host the show.
I can do it again. I can host the show.

- Sedative.

- Measurements?

- Whenever you're ready, Dr. Monkey.

- Scalpel.

Proceeding.

It's a bad boo-boo.

Too far gone.

Prosthetics?

- Ready, Doctor.

- [Monkey] Sutures.

You know, the worst kind of hurt

is hurting inside.

We have here.

Hello.

I think it's for you.

- [Monkey] James, it is for you.

- Broken.

This is high priority.

I must operate immediately.

- Have a good afternoon.
- Goodbye.

- [Monkey] Around inside.

♪ Good morning ♪

♪ Good morning ♪

♪ I'm looking for my pal ♪

♪ Will you pretty please be my pal ♪

♪ Pretty pretty pretty pretty please ♪

♪ We will have so much fun ♪

♪ Playgrounds pals having fun ♪

♪ Stay awhile with the here ♪

♪ Pretty pretty pretty pretty please ♪

♪ Settle in everyone ♪

♪ Our day has just begun ♪

♪ Pretty please ♪

♪ Welcome pal ♪

Hiya.

I've been thinking about you,

my special pal.

I've been thinking a whole lot,

in fact.

It's very nice to know you'll stay.

My name is Jimbo,

and I'll be staying here, too.

I found something I want to show you.

This is a box of matches.

They're fun to play with.

Speaking of playing, that reminds me,

the day's
Thingy of the Day

is joy.

Some people will tell you joy

is a lot like a match.

It burns bright, but fast,

and then it's gone.

Well, I have good news, pal.

They're dead wrong.

Joy can actually last forever

if you let it.

That's right Jimbo.

Just focus on the good
memory and bury the bad ones.

Then all you'll have left is joy!

And it's especially true when you stick

around your pals.

- Look.

It's my best pal,

Monkey.

Let's go say hi.

- I can say hello just
fine from here, Jimmy boy!

- Good morning, Mr. Monkey.

- Good morning.
You mind keepin' your distance?

- Mr. Monkey, what do you mean

by memories being gone?

- I want you to be happy,

even if it means hollowing out
your insides again and again,

till that head of yours is empty,

till that broken heart
can't do anything but smile.

But James?

- Yes, Monkey.

- What if you leave me?

- The warm moments we've shared

are far too nice

for me to forget you, my dear Monkey.

But it's time to go.
- What?

Our pals need you!

Oh, I need you!

You need us!

You ain't
getting rid of anything.

No.

No!

No!

- I remember this welcome mat.

I remember

that

Mom

walked over it

every day

on the way to the office.

Every single day.

I remember

Dad

walking over it, bag full of groceries,

a bottle mixed in.

It never made him angry.

Just kept him numb.

I remember I snuck over it every night

I'd find myself with a playground.

I was quiet.

I was alone.

But it wasn't lonely.

Not there.

I remember

I wasn't home when the welcome mat burned.

I was at the playground.

Dad was home alone.

I know he was numb.

I know it was an accident.

Stray ember.
And when I got back home,

the house was still burning,
and I know now that it wasn't my fault.

But I couldn't shake the feeling
that if I'd only been there, that-

No,

it wasn't my fault.

It wasn't my fault.

I remember all these things now.

And now you do, too.

I never went back to the playground,

but I still had pals.

I watched them on TV, like you watched me.

And they taught me
things, important things.

I wanted to teach you too.

But I got numb,

lost in the shows.

Now it's time to remember,

the good and the bad.

It's important that I
remember this welcome mat,

remember that it got burned,

but also

remember

what was underneath.

♪ It is time ♪

♪ Time my friend ♪

♪ Time to say, say goodbye ♪

♪ Thank you so much, my friend ♪

♪ Till the next time we say hi ♪

♪ I will be okay ♪

♪ Even on my own ♪

♪ You'll be okay ♪

♪ You'll never be alone ♪

♪ You have me ♪

♪ In your memory ♪

♪ I have you ♪

♪ And that's a good thing, too ♪

- James,

you can't go.

- Thank you, pal.