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[theme music plays]
♪♪ One, two One, two, three ♪four ♪
♪ La la la la La la la la ♪
♪ La la la la la ♪
[chicken clucks]
[Bill] I'm not one to boast,
but gosh darn it, ya done good, Bill Green.
Growin' this year's harvest in the city was no easy task.
It took delicate care,
an incredible amount of hard work.
-[munching] - There were pests...
-[growls] -[screams]
But Bill, you even handled that.
Good golly, this may be my finest crop ever.
Gee, Dad, I've never seen ya cry
from cuttin' onions before.
I'm not cryin' from the onion.
I'm cryin' 'cause I love 'em.
Yeah, but how much do ya love me?
Mmm. Enough.
[knocking on door]
[both] Mom's here!
-We're comin'! -[rooster crows]
Phew! That ol' rooster's mean as ever!
-Mom! -Mama!
[laughs] Hey there, chicken tenders!
Hey, Alice. Great to see you.
[growls, barks]
Aah! [gasping]
[chuckles]
Guess who!
Nancy! Glad you could make it.
Of course! I'd be crazy to miss out on
your famous harvest dinner.
Hey, what do you think about givin' me a hand?
Me, help you cook?
Uh, we never worked well in the kitchen.
You're very...
Yes?
Particular?
Nonsense! You're helpin' me out.
We can start by preppin' our spices.
Oh, no! We're out of paprika!
My stew is nothing without paprika!
Stay calm, Bill.
Paprika can be bought at a store.
I could make that run for ya, Bill.
No, no, I need your help with the veggies.
Besides, I've already got the perfect person in mind.
One, two, three, not it! Phew! Dodged a chore bullet.
I didn't mean you, Cricket.
[Gramma] Well, ya better not be talkin' about me.
I ain't your errand boy, and you can't make me--
[Bill] Don't worry, Ma. Wasn't thinkin' of you, either.
The perfect person for this job is... Tilly!
-[both] Tilly? -[Bill] Tilly.
Tilly? Sorry. I was in the middle
of a staring contest with this spider.
It's tough, 'cause they got so many eyes.
Tilly, can I trust you to bring back paprika from the store?
You can count on me, Papa!
What? You think I can't focus long enough to do the job right?
And do you think I'm too old? That my memory's bad, huh?
What? No! Besides, five seconds ago,
neither one of you wanted to go!
-But we changed our minds! -All right, fine.
I have an equally important job for the both of you.
Well, why didn't you say so?
I need you to watch...
...this pie!
-Huh? -Huh? Pie?
It's very important.
So do not take your eyes off of it.
Here's some money, sweetie. I know you won't let me down.
I will not rest until I have your paprika, Papa!
Now, remember, you two, protect that pie.
Why, I never! He thinks we're dumb enough
to just sit here and watch a pie!
Yeah! This is a bogus job!
What's it gonna do, run away?
This stupid pie is too stupid for legs!
I hate you! I hate you, stupid pie!
We could do Tilly's job just as well as she could!
Let's go prove it!
'Prika for Papa, paprika for Papa,
-paprika for Papa-- -[Cricket and Gramma screaming]
Hold on. Gotta catch my breath.
-[Gramma panting] -Shouldn't have screamed
all the way here.
Cricket? Gramma?
But if you're here,
then who's watchin' the pie?!
No one. It's a pie.
But ya know, the pie could really use
someone like you, Tilly.
What do ya say we switch jobs?
Doesn't watchin' a pie sound like fun?
Why, yes, it does. But Papa gave me a job,
and I will not be thwarted.
-A-good day, sirs! -Tilly, wait!
Dang! Now, we'll never prove to Dad that we're capable.
Never give up, boy!
All we gotta do is beat Tilly to the store,
then get home first!
Good idea, Gramma! Follow me.
I know the perfect shortcut.
All right, pal. I'll give ya one last chance to talk.
Strong silent type, huh?
I've dealt with your kind before.
Aah! Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha!
Thanks for lettin' me help out, Bill.
You can finally see my culinary skills in action.
Ha-cha!
Wow, heh heh, you're really
gettin' into the spirit of things.
Those 'maters ready yet?
Oh, yeah! Tomatoes ready for launch! Pew!
Hoo, whoa, there! [chuckles]
What a... fun way of doin' that.
OK, next up, we need the horseradish sauce.
Sauce, comin' right up!
Just gotta... [grunts] There we go!
Whoops! Missed a drop. [blows raspberry]
Ha ha! I would've measured that out first, but... it's fine.
Soon, we'll need the vegetables.
-Got 'em right here! -No, not yet! The broth...
[slowed down] ...isn't simmered yet!
Ah, well, no big deal.
It all cooks the same, am I right?
[chuckles] Yeah, you're right.
Be strong, Bill. Be strong for the stew.
Come on, Gramma! If we move fast enough,
we'll beat Tilly to the store!
This is your shortcut?
Quickest way to move around the city!
I've got the whole thing mapped out!
[grumbling]
Ta-da! Nope.
Ta-da! Nope!
[roars]
Ta-da! Nope.
Well, five more times oughta do it!
That's it! I'm takin' charge.
-Come on, Cricket. -Hewwo?
[Nancy] ♪ Doo da doo stirrin' the stew ♪
♪ Stirrin' the stew-hoo-hoo ♪
Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're stirrin' too fast!
You gotta push and pull the broth!
[mumbling] You gotta push and pull...
Push and pull. Here, let me show ya.
Bill, I know how to stir a pot of stew.
See, I told you. You get particular
about your cookin'.
[growling] Git, you!
-[Bill muttering] -Go on!
'Prika for Papa, paparika Papapa,
Papa paprika, Papapa...
[Gramma] There's our target.
Nice work catchin' up to Tilly, Gramma.
But she's still so far ahead of us.
How are we ever gonna beat her to the store?
Eh?
I know just the way! Come on, Cricket!
-Wha--! -Let's boogie!
[screaming]
Huh?
-Weehoo! -[laughing] Whoo!
[both grunt]
Whoo-hoo! Dirt!
Ha ha! That oughta do it.
[whistling]
[gasps] I forgot to feed my cat!
-[truck beeping] -[both exclaiming]
Yeah, that did it, all right.
Well, we lost some time,
but I think we made it to the grocery store before Tilly.
[gasps] Gramma, look!
Tilly's already here!
Sweet beans, that girl's fast!
We gotta move!
[both] Yah!
[both grunting]
All we gotta do is get the... get the...
Ding dang it, I can't remember!
Darn this antique brain!
Cricket! What did Bill want?
Ooh, gummy turtles!
[gasps] Watermelon cookie-o's?!
-Focus up, boy! -Aah!
Don't you see what we're doin'?
We're provin' Bill's point.
-[gasps] No! -We have to hurry.
Your sister's probably already-- [gasps]
Checkin' out?! Think, boy!
What are we here to buy?!
[groans] Focus, Cricket, focus!
Tilly kept sayin' a word that sounded like "Papa."
Papa? [gasps]
Papayas! It must be papayas!
We did it, Gramma! Let's go through self-checkout.
It'll be faster!
[both screaming]
-[both laughing] -At this rate,
we'll beat Tilly to the house with time to spare!
Whoa! Hold on, Gramma!
There she is. Look at her.
So naive, so unsuspecting.
I can't wait to see the look on her face
when we get to Dad first and give him the papaya and--
Wait, that's-- that's not a papaya.
Is that what we were supposed to get?!
[muffled scream]
What are we gonna do?!
There's no time to go back to the store!
I can't believe it. Dad was right! [grunts]
Never admit your mistakes!
Bill doesn't have to know that we're failures.
All we gotta do is switch our papaya
for... Tilly's thing!
Gramma, you're a genius!
Meow.
[gasps] A lost kitty?
C'mere, kitty! Where are ya, kitty?
Do ya need someone to love you?
-Huh. I coulda sworn-- -[crosswalk sign beeps]
Oh! Thank you, lil' crosswalk ghost.
[both laughing]
-[Gramma screaming] -Gramma, I'm comin'!
OK, I measured the flour.
Oh, good! And I see you used a liquid measuring cup
for a dry ingredient. Well, that's fine.
I'll just do it myself.
Oh, come on, Bill. It's close enough.
Close enough? There is a recipe.
Cookin' isn't about doin' whatever you want.
[grunts] Bill, let go.
You don't have to control every little thing.
Well, someone has to!
You know, I thought comin' back would mean a fresh start,
but I guess I was wrong. Aah!
[both coughing]
Now, Nancy, I need you to understand that--
[laughing]
[snorts, laughing]
Ah! I guess we do have the some ol' problems, huh?
Well, we're still the same people, after all.
And you know, that's OK. Despite our differences,
you'll always be part of this family.
-[door opens] -[Cricket imitates fanfare]
We're back from the store!
Cricket? Ma? What the heck is goin' on?
We got your thingie from the store.
You thought we couldn't do it, but then we did it! Ha!
This is empty.
-Empty? -But how?
[imitates fanfare]
I knew they'd pull something like this,
so I had the paprika in my pocket for safe-keepin'.
For you, Papa.
Oh! It was red sand.
Yep, red sand. That was my second guess.
Uh, well, thank you, Tilly.
But you two-- You should be ashamed of yourselves.
What about the job I actually asked you to do?
Who was watchin' the pie?
Oh, come on, Dad. We all know
that wasn't a real job.
The pie is coolin' on the windowsill
right where we left it.
[Cricket and Gramma gasp]
-It's gone?! -That was a real job?!
Well, of course it was!
They're all sorts of critters
that could get into that pie!
Cats, the goat,
or most likely, that mean ol' rooster.
That's why I gave you two the job!
You could've defended the pie,
where Tilly probably woulda shared it with the animals.
It's true, I would!
[sneezes]
So, you, uh... did trust us.
Well, yeah. Different people are suited for different jobs.
Yep. Everyone has their own way of goin' about things.
Well, I sure do feel like a dog in a cone.
[Cricket sighs] I wish there was a way
to get back in Dad's good graces.
[both gasp]
Cricket, look!
The rooster's got the pie!
[clucks menacingly]
[crows]
Come on, Gramma. Let's do the job
we were born to do!
[both screaming]
-[rooster howling] -[punches landing]
Mmm-mmm! That was delicious!
Congrats on another successful harvest dinner, Bill.
Ahh, couldn't have done it without ya, Nance.
And I couldn't have done it without Tilly's paprika.
[slurps] You're welcome, Papa!
But I'm ready for pie!
Whoo-boy! [laughs]
Ain't she a beaut? Just a couple
of chicken feathers here and there.
Great job gettin' the pie back, you two!
Yep! You were right, Dad.
We're the best dang rooster wranglers
-you've ever seen! -[coughs]
-Gimme a piece of that pie! -Ooh, pass another slice of pie over here.
No, Cricket, one is enough.
[Cricket] What do you mean, "no"?
Our new community center membership
should do us all some good.
If anyone asks, you're both under six.
Goo goo, ga ga!
Call me "Baby Tilly"!
Smells like socks.
I want nothin' to do with this place.
Now, Ma, the reason you're here is to get ya movin'.
You're as stiff as a board!
You bite yer tongue!
I'm as limber as a wet noodle!
What are ya doin'?
I'm touchin'... my toes...
Oh, come on, Gramma. This place is great!
They got all sorts of neat stuff!
There's these things!
Ooh, trophies!
This thing!
And these trophies.
This place! [laughing]
-Sorry! Sorry, fellas! -Ah! Look at that!
-Sorry for the intrusion. Get outta here! -[laughing]
[sighs] Son, listen.
I'm takin' your Gramma to somethin'
called a "Boomba Class."
I need you and your sister to behave.
-Uh, Tilly? -I'm gonna go explore!
Cricket! [groans] Just be good, OK, sweetie?
-[Gramma yelps] -OK, Papa.
[Tilly] Each one of these trophies
is a story of triumph.
Contests of mind, body, and spirit.
Tempered through the flame of competition
and immortalized in plastic painted to look gold.
[exhales]
What I would give to have one for myself.
[whistle blows]
All right, everyone, gather 'round!
I, Community Sue,
director of the community center,
award you, Mitchell, this first place trophy!
-[gasps] -And that concludes
our badminton tournament.
-[kids laughing] -Yeah!
Excuse me.
How do I get one of those fancy trophies?
[stammering gibberish]
You don't just get a trophy!
You've got to win a trophy!
Like I did in '95, '96, and '98!
Don't ask about '97.
I see. Do ya think you could teach me
how to be a winner?
-That depends. -[glass breaking]
You'll have to fight for your trophy.
Are you willing to get your hands dirty?
Oh. I don't know, ma'am.
These hands are for helpin'. And also this.
Good enough! Let's get started!
All right, community center,
let's see what kind of wonders you hold.
Behind the bleachers is a strange underworld
of candy bar wrappers.
Fascinatin' discoveries lie around every corner.
So much to take in. Huh?
What the heck is a door doin' way up there?
My greatest discovery!
So bored!
Hey, guys! Why are y'all just sittin' around?
[groans] This place has nothing to do.
What are you, crazy? Have you not seen
that mysterious door up there?
Oh. What about it? That's been there forever.
And you've never wondered what's inside?
I guess I never thought about it before.
Exactly! I mean, what's the only possible reason
someone would put a door way up there?
To confuse ghosts?
Or to hide something good! It could be anything!
Maybe it's a secret bank robbers' hideout!
-[horse neighs] - Or a horse that can read minds!
Or it could be the world's largest ham sandwich. Who knows?
Just think. Anything could be behind that door. Anything!
It could be filled with ice cream!
-Video games! -An army of skeleton men!
Exactly! Mystery and adventure can be fun anywhere
if you look hard enough! That's why today,
we're gonna find out what's behind that door!
-[cheering] -Mystery door!
Well, Ma, this is it.
Now, let's go get your back straightened out.
[music playing]
What in the dang world?!
Increíble! Nice work, everybody!
I can see everybody really loosening up over here.
No, thank you.
Come on, Ma. Give it a shot!
[music playing loudly]
What did you say, boy?
I can't hear a dang thing over this awful music!
He said to give it a shot!
I feel more limber already! Whoo-hoo!
I'm as limber as I wanna be.
[straining]
Ah! Ooh! Gonna feel that in the mornin'.
OK, Tilly Green,
give me 15 of your best sit-ups.
Hello... Mister... Caterpillar...
-[Community Sue] Tilly! -Come back later.
I'll show you my trophy.
Tilly, you have to take this seriously
if you want that trophy.
Your mind has to be sharp, focused.
Your body must be poised with killer instinct at all times!
[chuckles] Mr. Caterpillar, you're too close to my face.
We're gonna have to kick this up a notch!
[music playing]
[no audible dialogue]
[no audible dialogue]
I did it! [sighs] Thank you, Community Sue.
I'm gonna dedicate my trophy to you!
Oh, no, no, no, no!
That was only the beginning.
You've still gotta compete for your trophy!
-Huh? What's goin' on? -[bell rings]
Boxing was how I became a winner,
and now, it's your turn!
Donawitz! Get in the ring!
[growling]
Gulp.
Almost there. Just a little closer.
[all straining]
Why did you guys make me the base?
Hang in there. I almost got it.
My muscles... are... protesting!
[all exclaiming]
[all grunting, moaning]
[gasps]
[grunting] I made it! [gasps]
Did we do it? Did he make it?
Don't talk. You have to conserve your energy.
That's a bad scuff.
We may need to amputate.
Remy, you hold on! I'm comin' back down!
Don't you dare! We have to know.
You have to go inside that room. [coughs]
Go. For all of us.
Your sacrifice will not be in vain.
Whatever amazing things lie behind this door
are gonna be worth it.
-I promise. -[Kiki gasps]
All right, door. Time to unlock your mysteries!
Ha-cha!
There's... nothing?
Oh, no, this can't be right. Where's all the cool stuff?
[Remy] Cricket! What do you see? What's in there?
[Kiki] Ooh, it's gonna be so good!
-[music playing] -Come on, everybody!
Scoot the glutes!
Ma, I'm concerned. You gotta get active.
I don't have to do anything!
Oh, I see. That's OK, Ma. I get it.
You don't know how to dance.
Bull honky! How do you think I lost my leg?
Dance-off of the century, right there.
-Wha-- Ma! -[Gramma growls]
I'll show you!
-Outta my way! -[dancer grunts]
[grunting] Bring it on.
-[Donawitz grunting] -Whatever you're upset about,
I-- I'm sure we can talk it over!
Tilly! Don't run! Fight!
-[Donawitz growling] -This is a big misunderstanding.
I do not wish to hit you!
[grunts]
-Unh! -[bell rings]
Listen up, Tilly!
If you don't throw a punch,
not only will you not win a trophy,
but Donawitz over there is gonna tenderize you
like a Thanksgiving ham!
But I'm not the violent type!
Well, maybe it's time you changed you who are, Tilly.
Maybe it's time you got your hands dirty!
Now get in there, punch, and win yourself a trophy!
[bell rings]
-[music playing] -[exclaims]
[exclaiming]
[grunting]
[exclaims]
You call this dancin'? Kick it up a notch!
You got it! I never argue with the elderly.
Wow. W-O-W. Wow.
[exclaims] Yeah, I told ya I could dance.
And I told you I'd get ya limber.
Wha--! It was a trick?!
-[exclaims] -Aah!
Mmmwah. Thanks, son.
You know just how to play me.
Oh, man, how am I gonna tell 'em
it's just a dumb old empty room?
I don't wanna crush their dreams!
[Remy] Cricket, come on, buddy!
Cricket! We got you a mat! Jump down!
[exclaiming, grunts]
[all] Cricket!
Well, what was up there?
How amazing was it?
Uh... well.
Oh, boy. Um...
Behind the door was... nothing.
Nothing?
Well, nothin' besides the most amazing stuff ever!
I'm talkin' ice cream, psychic horses, an entire crab circus,
and riches beyond your wildest dreams!
[all cheering]
Can we go up there and see?
No can do, Remy.
A magical wizard locked it up.
A wizard?! Wow! This place has it all!
Come on, let's go explore behind the bleachers!
[Benny] This place is full of wonders to discover!
-[screams] I can't fight her, Community Sue! -[Donawitz grunting]
These hands are for helpin'!
You need to help yourself, and punch her in the face!
Ehh. I never thought I'd use these hands
to inflict pain onto another.
But if this is what it takes to win a trophy, fine!
[groaning]
Punch, punch, punch!
[exclaims]
What?
No. I won't do it.
Oh, what are you doing?!
I'm sorry, Community Susan.
I did everything you asked me to do,
because I wanted to be a winner like you.
But if punchin' folks is what it takes to win a trophy,
then I'd rather not have one.
I'm disappointed, but I respect your decision!
You know, in a way, maybe stickin' to my principles
makes me a winner after all.
Meh. Not in my book.
Time to throw in the towel.
Oof.
Wha-wha-what?!
But... what happened?
Ooh, I'll tell ya what happened!
You won!
How? I-- I thought I could only win if I punched.
[Community Sue] You were so good at dodging,
that your opponent passed out from exhaustion!
So I won? I'm a winner? I made a win?
Yes, indeed, Tilly Green.
-Congratulations on winning a trophy! -[gasps]
It's beautiful!
You're a winner, Tilly!
-A winner! -Yeah!
[man on radio] Lenny's Auto Sale, and we'll sell you--
[gasps] Tilly!
♪ I got sweat in my eyes ♪
♪ Lost a bet and got bit by 100 flies ♪
♪ I fell out a big old tree ♪
♪ Hit every branch and scraped up both my knees ♪
♪ I got chased by a dog ♪
♪ Licked by a frog ♪
♪ Got a rash on my legs ♪
♪ Dropped a dozen eggs ♪
♪ I got splinters at seven and ten ♪
♪ And tomorrow I'll do it all again ♪
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