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Times fifty-two, carry the five...

- Huh, I don't believe it! - What?

It looks like our farmers' market stand is...

doing well!

The Gloria-Green Café ain't doing too bad either!

We're actually turning a profit,

and because I own a piece of it, so am I!

Guys, I can't believe I'm sayin' this,

but our fortunes are finally lookin' up

and things have never been better for the Green family!

[Cricket] Ahh!

Things have never been worse for the Green family!

- [cries] - Son, what is it?

A new problem that threatens Big City?

Or a villain returned from our past?

No! It's a million times worse than that.

My dirt jar is gone!

Your... what?

It's a jar full of dirt, keep up!

I was gonna show it off to Remy, but it's missing!

Got my hopes up for nothin'.

I don't understand!

Who would be so cruel as to steal

a boy's only jar of dirt?!

[gasps] Oh, flip flabbit. Uh...

You know what, guys?

Uh... I forgot uh-buh-duh, big farm thing to, garden...

Big garm-ff- fardening...

No prob, Dad. Good luck with the garm farden.

But what are you two hidin'?!

You cruel enough to steal a boy's dirt jar?

- [both] No. - Very well, that works for me.

Come on, gang. Trail's gone cold.

- These hats were a good call. - I was just thinking that!

Oh, dang it all, I can't believe I lost my dirt jar.

Fear not, brother. We'll help you find it.

Wow, Cricket, I've never seen you like this.

Why is this jar of dirt so important, anyway?

Well, Remy, it's kind of a long story.

It all started before we move to Big City,

back when we used to live... in the country...

- [laughing] - I'm gonna getcha!

[Cricket] Our life in the country was perfect.

And then one day,

everything changed.

Cricket, Tilly! Come on inside for a sec!

What is it, Papa?

Kids, I've got some very exciting news for you two.

We're moving!

[gasps] What?! I told ya dad was eyein'

that lake house up for sale!

Uh, not exactly.

Nah, it's gonna be that old haunted mansion down the road!

Just me and a house full of ghosts,

goin' on weekly adventures

with a long-term mystery element that--

We're not movin' to a haunted house!

Cricket, Tilly, we're leavin' the country...

and movin' to Big City!

[both scream]

- Why?! Why?! - How could you?!

Now calm down.

[Cricket] Why?! Why?!

You're a bad dad, bad dad!

Bad dad!

Whyyyyy?!

Sounds like they're gonna think on it.

Ah, Tilly, please tell me this isn't real.

We can't move to Big City!

Country folks in an urban setting?

What kinda gimmick is that?!

Not to worry, brother.

I'm not movin' to the city.

You mean you have a plan?

Not at all. I'm simply grieving the loss

of our country life.

You see, Cricket, there are five stages of grief:

denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

I'm on the first stage: denial.

- You're in denial? - No, I'm not!

[Cricket] That gave me an idea.

What if instead of whatever Tilly was doing,

we did have a plan?

[grunts] Now, where is that dirt jar?

Well, I am invested.

I can't wait to hear what happens next, Cricket.

No dirt jar here, but I did find four nickels

and enough cat hair to make a snazzy coat.

[sneezes]

Well, back to stock Tilly.

Where could it be?

It's gotta be here somewhere!

What you diggin' around the trash for, Billy Boy?

Well, don't tell Cricket,

but I think I threw out his dirt jar.

Ooh, that's a big no-no, Bill.

Yes, Ma! I know!

I went on a cleaning spree and must have thrown it

in the trash by accident.

Hang on... Oh please, oh please, oh please...

Oh, yes!

The dirt jar! Safe and sound with not a scratch on it!

[glass clinking]

[wind blows]

Think fast, Bill.

[building scream]

Hmm? Was that your dad?

[Cricket] Ah, yes it was.

Which reminds me of the next part of my story!

I wasn't happy with Dad's plan to move us to Big City,

so that night, I hatched a little plan of my own.

[alarm blares]

Kids! [grunts]

What's happening?!

[grunts]

[explosion]

Kids, who used the toaster last?

- [cow bell rings] - Tilly? You're not Tilly.

[bleats]

[clamoring]

- Ow! Cricket! - [honking]

This is what cities are like, Dad!

I've read a book on it!

Why are the livestock inside?

Is that my good suit?!

Cities are full of city-slickers!

They're polluted, crowded, and dangerous!

Dangerous? Ahh!

- Tilly? - Step two is anger!

Yeah!

- [screaming] - Ahhh!

Dang, Cricket! Y'all were savage!

Wha-- Stop wrecking my stuff!

- No dirt jar in here. - Get out!

Mm-hmm.

You're being awfully particular

considering it's dirt, Bill.

It's very important I replace Cricket's dirt jar

exactly right down to the shade of dirt.

I know ya needed a new jar,

but did ya have to use the pickle jar?

Now I gotta eat all of these pickles.

- Sorry, Ma. - [Gramma chomps]

Maybe you could do that somewhere else?

Nope, I gotta eat 'em all right now.

Cricket's never gonna buy this.

The dirt just ain't red enough.

Red dirt, eh? I think I know how to solve yer problem.

[grunting]

So then what happened?

The next day, Dad called a family meeting.

All right, Bill, ya got one shot to sell them on Big City.

Hey, kids! Thanks for joinin' me here today!

As if we had a choice?

Papa, can you make this quick?

I was in the middle of the third stage of grief:

bargaining.

And look at all these bargains I found!

Um, anyway, I know ya think that Big City isn't for us.

But I'm here to tell you...

that Big City is just as cool as we are!

It's got skyscrapers! Parks!

Restaurants! Flying cars? Who knows?

The city is full of neat things, isn't it, Bill?

You bet it is, Bill!

Are you doing an impression of yourself?

And I know what you're thinkin'.

What about Gramma?

Well, we only see her a few times a year,

but after we move to Big City,

We get to live with her!

How dare you bring up a positive

when I'm trying to only see negatives!

By my calculations,

our happiness will increase two hundred percent minimum!

So whaddya say, kids?

Who's ready to leave all this behind?!

[sobbing]

A-are we being punished?

Is this about the pig slop I put in your bed?

Because I told you I'll apologize

when I get around to it!

[wailing]

Oh, gee... Look, kids. The truth is...

we're not leaving by choice.

I did my best, but I just can't compete

with these big industrial farms.

Bills are piling up and, well...

the bank is taking our farm.

That's real sad.

Time to move on to stage four: depression.

Things will turn around, I promise.

But in the meantime, we should count our blessings.

At least we have Gramma's house to go to!

We'll still be together. And it'll be a new adventure.

I still gotta do depression.

Grief has no shortcuts.

So, Cricket, what do you think?

[sniffles] Maybe you're right, Dad.

The city has lots of good things.

Cupcake shops, those dogs that look like Gremlins...

Maybe I'll even make a cool, new friend...

[gasps] I'm cool, new friend!

Sure are, bud.

Well, I just got a little cooler.

Guess who just found your dirt jar?

No, no, no. That's just a really dirty jar.

Ya gotta pay attention.

Noted-- Oh-whoa-whoa!

[couging]

Ah, here we go!

Quit your panicking, gimme that, and sit down!

Yes, Ma. What is that?

Paprika. It reddens stuff right up.

Sometimes I use it to put a little rouge on the cheeks.

Your Pa loved it.

Here. That oughta fool Cricket.

Wow, that really did the trick!

Ma, you're a genius!

What can I say?

I'm just really good at lyin' to kids.

[coughing]

Well, that sure was a nice story about making peace

with moving to Big City, so you could meet me!

[sneezes] But what's that got to do with your jar of dirt?

I'm getting to that.

Before I knew it, moving day was upon us.

Okay, girl, take care of ¢em on the ride.

See you guys at Ma's house.

[sighs] 'Kay, kids, time to hit the road.

You doin' okay, son?

Uh, yeah... Ready for a new adventure.

Attaboy.

[New York accent] Hey, I'm walkin' here!

Cricket, it's me, your sister.

I've moved on to the final stage of grief.

Acceptance. So you better kiss the country goodbye!

Well, Cricket, ya ready to go?

Uh, I-- I don't--

What?! Cricket!

Poor schmucks won't last a week.

- Cricket, slow down! - No!

I thought we agreed the city would be fun!

I don't care! I don't wanna turn into City Cricket!

What does that even mean?!

- [grunts] - Cricket! [grunts]

Son! This is happening.

Ya can't hide out here forever.

Just... talk to me.

[Cricket] I can't leave the country. It's part of me.

I don't know who I am if I'm not here.

If I leave... who am I?

[birds cawing]

[buzzing]

Oh, I know what ya mean.

The country's a part of me, too.

But leavin' doesn't change that.

And it doesn't change you.

The country is always gonna be a part of you.

It's where ya grew your roots.

And no matter where you go,

you'll take a little bit of the country with you.

How's that sound?

[sentimental music]

[cries] And then he gave you the--the dirt!

And the jar!

That's okay, buddy. Just cry it out.

[Bill] Oh, Cricket!

Yeah, hey, Dad, what's up? [gasps]

Oh, my gosh! It's my dirt jar!

Oh, Dad, I love you, I love you, I love you!

Oh, just look at it.

Absolutely stunning.

Now to get a whiff of that restorative country air.

- [sniffs] - Wait, no! You shouldn't--

That ain't my dirt jar. What's goin' on?

Uh... [sighs]

I'm real sorry, Cricket.

I was cleanin' and accidentally broke the real one.

I should've told you about it when it happened.

Oh, it's okay. The country's a part of me, right?

I don't need a jar to tell me that.

Hey, you know what?

I just got an idea.

What if you and I took a little road trip?

[upbeat string music]

[laughing]

[Bill] Hey, Cricket. We're here.

Huh? [gasps] Our old house!

Well, that dirt jar ain't gonna fill itself.

[Cricket giggles]

Hm? Hey, uh, Cricket?

- Come 'ere a sec. - Yeah, what's up?

- [gasps] - I just had the craziest idea...

♪ I got sweat in my eyes ♪

♪ Lost a bet and got bit By a hundred flies ♪

♪ I fell out a big old tree ♪

♪ Hit every branch and Scraped up both my knees ♪

♪ I got chased by dogs Licked by a frog ♪

♪ Got a rash on my legs Dropped a dozen eggs ♪

♪ I got splinters In seven of ten ♪

♪ And tomorrow I'll do it all again ♪