All language subtitles for The Great North s03e19 Rear Genius Adventure.eng

-♪ Look up there ♪
-♪ What do you see? ♪

♪ Nature and stuff ♪

-♪ Like a rock ♪
-♪ And a tree ♪

♪ Oh, the Great North ♪

♪ Way up here,
you can breathe the air ♪

♪ Catch some fish ♪

♪ Or gaze at a bear ♪

♪ Wow ♪

♪ Oh, the Great North ♪

♪ Here we live, oh, oh ♪

♪ Here we'll stay, oh, whoo ♪

♪ From longest night
to longest day ♪

♪ In the Great North. ♪

(cheering)

NARRATOR:
The year was 1904.

It was Alaska's
longest and coldest winter

in recorded history.

The winter known
as Mother Death.

The citizens of Lone Moose
were on the verge of running out

of food, firewood and even hope.

But then,
one very early morning,

Mayor Parsnips went out on yet
another search for sustenance

and found...

PARSNIPS:
I have found a huge pile

of moose droppings.

Brown gold. Brown gold!

NARRATOR:
First he searched for the moose itself

to kill and eat it right away,
yum, yum, yum.

But he never found
the bounteous beast.

Instead, day after day,
he did find

a prodigious pile of poops.

A blessing from the behind.

He collected them
and distributed

the magical manure
house to house.

Thus the citizens of Lone Moose

used the beige bounty
to keep their fires burning,

to plant potatoes indoors,

to patch the cracks
in their windows and, yes,

one guy did eat them,
and soon died.

But if it weren't
for the rear gifts given

from moose to mayor, the whole
town might have perished

before the winter
finally let up in mid-July.

And so, each spring,
the citizens of Lone Moose

gather to celebrate
both mooses and mayors

at the Rear Gifts Festival,

an event that culminates
in the legendary Turd Drop,

where everyone in town
shellacs a moose poop to drop.

And whoever gets
their fortunate fece closest

to the target
on the Mayor Parsnips monument

wins a big prize.

Thanks for watching,

and see you at the festival.

-(applause)
-First off, a big thank you

to the Lone Moose
Civic Light Opera actors

for helping me with
that remarkable short film.

Please go see
their current production

of Lars von Trier's Melancholia.

It'll really get you thinking.

Now, a lot of you
are probably wondering,

"Mayor Peppers,
why did you spend $160

of the city's operating budget
to make this tape?"

Yeah. Should've spent it on dip.

-Spend it on dip.
-(chanting): Spend it on dip.

Spend it on dip.

I did get dip. I always get dip.

It's on the back table. Geez.

I made the video because
I wanted to remind everyone-

but specifically the Evanoffs,

the Tobins and the Tuntleys-

of what the festival
is all about.

It's about winning the Turd Drop
by any means necessary.

Including cheating,
injury and death.

-Hell yeah.
-No. It's about town unity.

-Eh! Wrong.
-Please, guys.

You know the festival
is the one day a year

the Lone Moose mayor gets
to take a vacation day,

in honor of Mayor Parsnips.

But I never get to enjoy it
because of your stupid rivalry

and bonkers behavior.

So I'm begging you,

let me have my one day
of peace this year.

Can't you guys just do this
for the mayor?

-This is nuts.
-Thank you, Honeybee.

I just want to pop a weed gummy,
maybe grab a sandwich

from Lone Moose's
latest food truck sensation,

Barbara Baconbottom's
Bottomless Bacon Truck.

Ooh, I'll have one
ready for you, Mayor dear.

Thank you, Barbara Baconbottoms.

And once I'm a little high,

I just want to go in the
bounce house and enjoy myself.

Can you guys please
focus your rivalry

back where we usually focus it?

on our hatred of our rival town
Ted's Folly

and my archnemesis Mayor Ted?

(sighs)
Mayor Peppers is right.

He does a lot for the town.
It's the least we could do.

-Fine.
-I guess I agree, but I hate it.

Great. It's settled.
Thank you, Tobins,

Evanoffs and Tuntleys.

This year, we will just have
a nice, normal Turd Festival.

May our love
for each other shine

like a pile of turds
in the morning light.

♪ X-X-O-O ♪

♪ I don't like
playing tic-tac-toe! ♪

Okay, that's a blondie break.

Apologies for the quality
of the blondies, guys.

My dad got his hands
caught in a wasp's nest,

so I had to make them.

(robotically):
Bees do not compute.

(beeping)

(laughter)

Ham, Crispin,
you guys aren't laughing.

(robotically): Don't tell me
you didn't see the movie.

Oh, no, we saw it.
We definitely saw it.

-Which one again?
-Uh, Dandroid,

where Adam Sandler
plays a robot named Dan,

who's the butler
for the president.

He's a robot,
but he's allergic to bees.

It's incredible.

(laughs) A bunch of us
saw it this weekend.

-(robotically): We loved it.
-Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

We also saw it and loved it.

-Uh, we did?
-Yeah, remember?

W-We saw it and you loved it.

I-I remember because you said
"I love this movie!"

You yelled it. Remember?

I'm surprised you don't
remember yelling that.

CRISPIN:
So, um,

are we gonna talk
about how you pretended

we saw an Adam Sandler movie
about a robot or...?

Oh. Yeah. Sorry.

I just go along with whatever
teenage boys are talking about

since I don't have a lot of,
you know, guy friends.

What do you mean
you don't have guy friends?

You're literally in a band
with dudes.

But I'm not really, like,
friends with them.

I mean, I have other friends.

There's Goldie, my Aunt Denice,

Barbara Baconbottoms

from the Bottomless Bacon Truck.

Uh, all perfect human beings.

Yes, but all older ladies.

Older ladies
have a lot to offer-

menopause jokes,
thoughts on wine.

Yeah, and their divorce stories
are incredible.

But I do feel like a full freak.

Well, if you're that worried
about it, Ham,

why don't you try to...
make a new friend our age?

Oh! Maybe you can meet a new bud
at the Rear Gifts Fest.

Oh, yeah! Great idea.

I'll meet a new teen guy friend,
and, next thing you know,

we'll be pruning
his prize rose bushes together.

Ham, honey, no.

JUDY:
Hey, Kima,

what did you get
for number four?

Uh, I put "C,"
but, to be honest,

I chose at random
and I'm not looking back.

-"C" it is.
-Hmm.

Why aren't you guys
being mean to each other?

Isn't this your families'
weird turd rivalry time?

It is. But Mayor Peppers begged
our families and the Tuntleys

to call a truce
for the Rear Gifts Festival,

so the truce is loose.

And speaking of rear gifts,

excuse me while I drop some off
in the gift collector.

Loud and proud. I love it.

Do your thing, chicken wing.

-ESTHER: You can't do this!
-Hmm?

You're not wearing that magnetic
paint to cheat at the Turd Drop!

WALT:
It says on the package,

"Can be worn up to 30 minutes

"before side effects begin,

"including coma, liver failure,

mild skin irritations
and death."

It says that on the package?!

Look, my plan is solid-

I'm gonna put a magnet
in our turd, wear this paint,

stand near the center
of the target and make sure

we win first place.

Then I'll run right to the river
to wash it off.

You're going to wash off
deadly paint in the river?!

You're an environmental
scientist, Walt!

Come on, Esther.

You know my whole life
is rules and facts and figures

and recycling and composting.

But at Rear Gifts,

I get to let my turd flag fly.

Plus, you think
the Tuntleys and Tobins

are really gonna not cheat?

Of course not. But we promised.

I had my fingers crossed.

(gasps)
His fingers were crossed?

I guess the poops
in the early morning light

aren't gonna unite us all.

(pants)
I got to go tell my family!

-(panting)
-Judy! Where are you going?!

Oh. Uh, I have diarrhea!
And the flu!

And, uh, a-a family emergency!
So it's a classic triple threat!

Bye, guys!
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye!

So, yup,
the Evanoffs are cheating

at the Turd Drop after all.

What naive fools we've been.

And now we're sitting here
with no dangerous cheating plan

and zero chance of winning
that mani-pedi gift certificate.

Hold up. The prize for winning

is just
a mani-pedi gift certificate?

Yes, and we desire it
with all our hearts.

But the festival is tomorrow and
we don't have anything planned.

Well, what if one of us
already had a plan in motion

that will win us
the competition?

-KIDS: Yes!
-I'm listening.

Now, what do we all know
is the biggest challenge

of finding the right
backdoor brownie to drop?

OTHERS: The consistency of a moose
fece can make it hard to shellac.

-Exactly.
-I wonder if I could drive all the way back to Fresno tonight.

So, after the town hall
Turd Fest meeting,

I saw a moose in the woods
and I thought, "Huh, the moose

"is out here just eating
whatever he can get his lips on.

"But me? Hell, I'm a human.

"I can eat moose food
in just the right combination

"on purpose,

"so as to create a perfectly
formed Downtown Smoothie Brown

-that's easy to shellac."
-My God.

Yep. I had help.

I went to see the vet,
Dr. French.

I would not recommend eating
the diet of a wild animal, Wolf.

But Lord knows
no one can stop you weirdos

from injuring yourselves
trying to win the Turd Drop.

So, what the hell, I'll play.

What's your favorite
aquatic vegetation?

Oh, pondweed, for sure.
It's not even close.

So ever since then,

I've been munching moose grass
pretty hard.

-Honey, no.
-What?

That sounds...
Never mind. Go on.

I'm a little plugged up
right now,

but I know
my perfect posterior pellet

is on its beautiful journey
towards birth.

Babe, please,
remember the filter.

Would Barack tell Michelle that?

If the Obamas were lucky enough

to be a part of the fest,
he would.

Now, the moose poop
from my behind is, simply put,

going to be superior.

It'll be more fibrous, denser,

meaning it won't be blown
side to side by the wind.

Plus, with the new
instant shellac I ordered,

the turnaround time
on a late-breaking butt bullet

is almost nonexistent.

Uh, which way is the ocean?

I'm gonna walk into it.

Guys, I just got to do this.

For the family!

E-Everyone else
has a great skill.

Ham makes cakes,
Judy's an artist,

Moon can track any animal.
But me?

Well, my one real skill is going
absolutely nuts to the butts

for the Turd Drop every year
and bringing home the prize.

Hmm. Wolf, this is
a terrible, disgusting idea.

But if everyone else
is cheating,

well, we got to go for it.

And Mayor Peppers,
he won't even have to know.

Yes! This year,
my caboose will be our moose!

Okay, the fest is tomorrow,

so please excuse me
to go eat some more pondweed.

It's turd o'clock, baby!

BEEF:
Any luck in there, son?

Nothing yet.

I was really hungry yesterday,

so I think I might've eaten
too many sticks.

I can tell they're creating

a sort of a beaver dam situation
in there.

I'm gonna think
about that sentence

for the rest of my life.

Well, why don't we all go over

and get some lettuce bowls
from Leticia's Lettuces

-to help get things moving.
-Uh-oh.

Hello there, good friends
we have made a truce with.

-How pleasant to see you!
-(chuckles nervously)

And you as well!

MRS. TUNTLEY:
What's going on here?

BEEF:
Absolutely nothing.

Just greeting friends...

(chuckles):
at a joyous festival.

Where there will be
no cheating at all.

-Oh, I agree.
-Yup! Yup.

So, what's in the bags,
Tuntleys?

There's nothing controversial
in our satchels,

and I for one resent
the implication.

How'd you get hurt there,
Mr. Tuntley?

He's not hurt. He's just tired.

Especially in the... arm.

It has nothing to do
with the drop,

if that's what you're implying.

(overlapping arguing)

PEPPERS:
Stop!

This better not be
what it looks like.

'Cause what it looks like
is the three families

that always cheat at the drop

having some kind of fight
that will result in violence

and ruin my day off.

Oh, Mayor Peppers.

May-or Pep-pers.

(chuckles):
No, no, no, no. Not at all.

We were just, um...

hugging. With our words.

Good! Because the message this
year is unity and togetherness.

Now, I'm gonna take my ass over
and jump in the jump house.

Keep it together.

All right. Time to grab a plate

and hit this best bro buffet.

Bon voyage, fair Ham.

Bring me good news
from the friend front.

Aye, aye, Captain Boyfriend.

-Oh, and Ham?
-Yes?

No meeting
any new older lady friends,

no matter how shimmery
their natural gray streaks look

in a low braid.

Crispin, I promise.

-Oh, wow.
-Ham!

Yep! Sorry!
Boy, that braid shimmered.

I'll start assembling
the turbine.

Henry, you dig up the generator
from where we pre-buried it.

Copy that, Mom.

Appreciate the hustle.

Turd Day is my time to shine,

so put your back into it.

Okay. Lookin' for boys,

possible friends.

Ooh! Tie-dye a turd?

That sounds fun.

No, Ham. Focus.

(weakly):
Hi.

Good, good.
Yeah, just get warmed up.

-(loudly): Hello!
-Aah! Geez.

-(groans)
-Sorry. Sorry.

Okay, too loud. No problem.
Just dialing it in.

Ooh! Barbara's bacon truck.

Maybe I'll just take
a little breather with her.

(British accent):
Hello, Ham!

Hello, Barbara!

Top of the bacon to ya,
my fine fire-headed friend.

What can I do ya for?

Well, I'm actually over here
looking for teen boys.

Not in a sexy way-
in a make-a-friend way.

Do you think teen boys
would like this icebreaker-

what's your preferred
Internet service provider?

(chuckles):
Oh-ho-ho, Ham.

Go get yourself a BFT, dear-

a bacon, friend and tomato.

Well, it's pretty clear all
three of the Big Rear families

have some kind
of cheating planned.

If that was a gigantic turd
in the Tuntleys' backpack,

by God, I respect them.

All right. I think all this kale
has finally loosened my tail.

You know what? I think
I'm gonna head out to the woods

like a real moose
to do a glorious number two

under the clear blue sky.

Beautiful, son.

Come on, butt.
What would a moose poop?

Damn, this wig is hot. I'm
sweating right through my boobs!

(gasps) Barbara Baconbottoms
is actually Mayor Ted Folly,

our mayor's nemesis?

Hello? Is someone there?

I'm hearing things.

All right,
time for a little test run

of my remote-controlled
turd drone.

Diarrhea Day-Lewis.

Mayor Ted's trying to pull
some crap with the poop.

All right,
I know we are enemies today,

so thank you
for agreeing to meet with us.

Are you just gonna accuse us
of cheating again?

Oh, no. I know you were
all still planning to cheat,

and, frankly, so were we.

-This is what we do.
-(assenting)

This is the way.

But I didn't call this meeting
to talk about that.

It's something much worse-

a non-Lone Moose resident is
trying to enter the Turd Drop.

-(gasping)
-Who is it?

Barbara Baconbottoms.

But Barbara moved here
fair and square two months ago.

(laughs)
I agree, Mrs. Tuntley,

that someone calling themselves
Barbara Baconbottoms

did, in fact, move here.

But Babs Bacons is not actually
a lovely British lady.

She's the mayor
of our rival town, Ted's Folly.

-(gasping)
-And Ted knows,

he knows,
that Mayor Peppers' day-

nay, his decade-
would be ruined

if his archnemesis Mayor Ted
won the big town prize.

And it gets worse-
Barbara/Ted has a drone

that looks exactly like a poop.

Damn it, Dad!
Why didn't you think of that?

-Yeah, Uncle Walt.
-I'm sincerely sorry, guys.

But what do we do now?

Uh, go right to Mayor Peppers
and tell him

and then do the Turd Drop
without cheating

like you promised.

Well, that's dumb.
Any other ideas?

Yes. Since we were all gonna
cheat at the Turd Drop anyway,

how 'bout we keep
our cool cheating plans

but do them together,
for Peppers?

-For Peppers.
-OTHERS: For Peppers. -Yeah.

Okay. I guess you guys
are doing this instead?

-Hands in.
-Fire up the griddle of righteousness.

It's time to fry some bacon.

Hi. Hello.

Uh, hi?

So, what's, uh,

your preferred
Internet service provider?

I... don't have one.

Yeah. Me neither.

(sighs)

REGINA:
You see anything you like?

♪ ♪

Uh, yeah.

You.

...and that's what a mammogram
feels like.

Fascinating.

-Hello, Ham.
-(gasps)

You simply must introduce me
to your new friend.

Oh! Yeah, well, this is Regina,

and she's a... 16-year-old boy.

-Oh, really?
-Uh-huh.

And where do you go to school,
Regina?

Don't talk to him.
He's my friend.

Um, what's happening here
exactly?

Is this sexting?

Regina,
this is my boyfriend Crispin.

I was supposed to be trying
to befriend guys my own age,

but I was mesmerized by you,

and now, well, here we are.

Ham, Ham, Ham, Ham,

get me one
of those organic sodas

and let's figure this out
together.

Oh! You want a Dandelion Diva

or a Joint-Health Jackfruit?

Oh, Joint-Health, please.

And then, at the last second,
we were gonna use

this generator you see here
to turn on

this powerful wind turbine,

blow all the turds
to hell and gone.

And while everyone
was distracted,

Jim was gonna find our turd

and put it right in the middle
of the target.

How was Jim gonna find
your poop?

Oh, he's got a photographic
memory for the shapes of turds.

I do. It's a blessing
and a curse.

A masterful plan, Dorothy.

Thank you. There's a reason
I was valedictorian

of my veterinary college.

But there is one tiny problem-

the turbine on/off switch is...
on the fritz.

When we were practicing,
my wife, uh... (chuckles)

couldn't turn it off,
so it blew me into a tree

and I broke my collarbone.

OTHERS:
Congratulations.

Thank you.
(chuckles)

It also blew all
of my clothes completely off.

You don't know pride until
you've seen your naked father

crumpled in the snow in service
of a dangerous Turd Drop stunt.

All right, based
on the intelligence from Wolf,

we can assume that Ted plans
to beat the system

by activating his drone
just as the turds drop.

Gravity causes all objects
to fall at the same rate.

But Ted's turd
won't be falling-

it'll be flying.

To defeat
Ted's mechanized weaponry,

we'll need the wind machine.
The kids and I

will help camouflage it
and stand by to help.

Meanwhile, Walt will wait
till the last minute

to get painted
so he does not literally die.

Once Walt
looks like the Tin Man,

he'll run to the target,
attracting the drone

to his magnetized body.

This will infuriate Mayor Ted

and lead him
to physically attack Walt.

Then the Tuntleys
will switch on the wind turbine

and it will blow off Barbara's
wig, revealing her to be

none other than Ted Folly.

His plan will be foiled,

and Peppers will salute us all

-as heroes.
-(Honeybee sniffles)

Why am I crying?

I thought this whole thing
was so stupid, but...

I think I get it now
and I want to enter next year

and I want to win
and I want to cheat.

And, again, why am I crying?

-(sniffles)
-'Cause you're a Lone Mooser now.

The thought
of destroying Ted Folly

-touches your heart.
-(sniffles)

But, wait,
who will win the drop?

That's the best part-
we all will.

We're gonna give Peppers
his unity after all.

Seriously, I can't stop!
I'm so moved!

-(sniffles)
-But since the turds are already in the chopper,

we will need a new one
for all of us to sign.

Son, your butt
has been called into battle.

-It's time to drop
the moose deuce. -Yes!

The Turd Fest
is actually going smoothly

for the first time in years.

This is your moment, Peppers.

This is your day.

Ah. Thanks for coming along

to support me, you guys.

I really do want to find
a new teen friend.

Well, what about him?

HAM:
He's- huh, yeah-

-eating his own hair.
-Maybe him?

CRISPIN:
Yeah, he's...

really into his bike.

-Him?
-HAM: Yeah. I think he has a certain

-friend something.
-Why don't you go say hi?

Uh, yeah.

You know you aren't walking,
right?

Ham, I have a pillow that says
"Caesar Salad the Day."

I don't know what it means.
I was drunk when I bought it.

But I think the point is,
life is short.

Go out there and Caesar salad
yourself a new friend.

Okay. Um, will you guys
walk over with me?

Sure, babe.

♪ Drain pipes ♪

♪ Where do they go? ♪

♪ Drain pipes ♪

♪ Does anybody know? ♪

-Whatcha playin'?
-Oh. Just a song I wrote about drain pipes.

Oh. Well, uh, I'm Ham

and this is my boyfriend Crispin
and my friend Regina.

She is an older lady and,

you know what,
maybe that does make me a freak,

but do you want to hang out
with all of us?

Uh, yeah, you guys seem great.

Especially you.
I enjoy your comforting

but glamorous
Julianne Moore energy.

Thank you.
Now, what do you guys say-

should we all head back
to my booth

and I can tell you
about my friend Nancy's divorce?

'Cause it's a wild one.

Yes, please.
Did it involve a juicy affair?

-You know it did.
-Ooh.

And I'd love it if there was
a dispute over a beach house.

Ham, there was!

All right. It's turd time.

I might never meet
my grandchildren,

-but it'll be worth it.
-Mom,

you already have grandchildren.
I'm an uncle.

Let your mother
have her moment, son.

And if we lose Dad

as he uses his body
to attract a turd drone today,

let us trust that this is part
of life's great mystery.

Friends and neighbors, thank you

for a wonderful, peaceful day

where I didn't have to call in
a SWAT team,

reset a broken femur

or figure out
how to anticipate a lawsuit.

And now the dropping
of the gifts!

KIMA:
It's almost time, Dad!

-Get ready!
-Go, Walter! Go, go, go!

Here come the turds!

(panting, grunts)

Oh! Oh! Don't you dare!

Fire up the generator!

-Oh, what's happening?!
-(gasps) My wig!

-It's Mayor Ted!
-(clamoring)

No, no, no!
Turn off the wind, Tuntley!

Uh-oh! The button's not working

-again, guys!
-(shouting)

-(whimpering, shouting)
-Hit it again!

Stay with me, brave underwear!

-Well, there we go.
-KIMA: Dad!

The poisonous paint!
Get up! Get up!

Run to the river!

Don't worry, everyone!

I pooped the winning poop.

Mayor Ted didn't win here today.

Lone Moose did.

Huh. Oh, uh...
(chuckles nervously)

Uh, hello, Mayor Peppers.

-Great Turd Drop, huh?
-(groans)

Uh, one for the books...

At the town meeting,
I asked everyone

to keep things under control
at the festival.

And that didn't exactly happen.

But, today, the three families
that normally cheat

to beat each other
cheated to help me.

In their own special way,
they're my moose poops.

-Hell yeah, we are!
-(sniffles)

I'm crying again.

PEPPERS:
And perhaps it was foolish of me

to ask you
to not injure yourselves

being stupidly competitive.

After all, we're Alaskans.

We get burnt.

We fall in holes.

We die too young.

And we can't change.

And we won't change.

We outright refuse.

Because life's too short
not to die once in a while.

Now, who will take
this mani-pedi gift certificate?

We're gonna share it.

We're each gonna get
one nail done.

That's beautiful!

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm going back
in the bounce house.

♪ Older lady friend ♪

♪ She's just what I want ♪

♪ She knows what to order
in every single restaurant ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ She recently stopped shaving
her pits ♪

♪ Her ideal boyfriend
is Jimmy Smits ♪

♪ Oh, there's just something
about her ♪

♪ Something
that tells me I would die ♪

♪ Oh, without her! ♪

♪ Older lady friend! ♪

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