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♪ Kiff! ♪

♪ Kiff! Kiff! ♪

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♪ Kiff, Kiff, Kiff, Kiff, Kiff Kiff, Kiff, Kiff ♪

♪ Kiff! ♪

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-It's a book.

Kiff, how do you still have fries?

The rest of us finished our food forever ago in the car.

I like to savor, Barry.

Observe.

Don't you want to polish them off

so we can get started on some big beach day plans?

Barry, these cold fries are my big beach day plans.

- Time to settle in. - You said it, Kiffo.

What the heck is this?

I didn't drive us all the way to Bannister Beach

- just to barely move all day. - Then why did you?

To get buried, of course.

Did you all tune out during my sob story

on the drive over?

How as a child, I was always the bury-er, never the bury-ee?

How I've always dreamed of becoming

the funny beach photo op?

Bringing folks from all over the shore together

to admire my bravery and funny floating-headedness?

You want us to bury you?

Yes, please.

You see that kid?

Um... Yeah. Cute little old seagull kid.

Hmm.

Oh! Hey, book dork.

Spike it back. We're trying to play V-ball over here.

Sorry, I don't play volleyball any... Dennis.

Well, well.

If it isn't Beryl Butterfingers...

...my old rival.

That was a long time ago, Dennis.

You still remember how to pick up a volleyball,

don't you?

What was that all about?

Oh, Beryl has a super weird thing about volleyball.

- Hasn't played in years. - Oh.

Wow!

Huh. Right there. Okay.

Barry, can we move down the beach?

This kid is really creeping me out.

Sure.

Time to get marveled at.

Huh? Hello? Funny buried head here.

Oh, no.

Well, nice seeing you.

- Gotta go. - Hey, everyone.

This is Beryl.

The second best volleyball player

from my high school. Second to me, of course.

Still laughing like that, huh?

Not that I care, but just so you're all clear,

Dennis only won the big volleyball championship

on a crazy technicality!

You know I was the better player.

Prove it! Right now. Rematch.

Whoa!

I mean, that kid was being so weird

about my fries, wasn't she?

It's like, uh, get your own fries.

I didn't notice. - Oh, she was.

I'm just glad we shook her off.

Now, I can relax.

Gosh, I can't wait to get my feet wet.

Just a couple more floaties, and then I'm ready to wade in.

Wade? In the water?

Leaving our fries, I... ...I mean stuff, unprotected?

Hey!

Very cool-looking buried guy down here. [anxiously] Hello?

- Hey, Beverly, what's good? - I can't hear you.

I'm wearing noise-canceling headphones.

I'm trying to nap,

and I find the sound of waves really grating.

- Going to sleep now. - Interesting info.

Psst! Here, boy.

Go find my wife and tell her I need help. Go on. Mush.

Hey. Whoa, now. Whoa, now.

How are you still this irritating?

Fine! I'll play.

If only to prove once and for all

- that I'm the better player. - Yeah.

Why else would you be doing it? Okay. Now, pick your partner.

I call, uh, Donnie.

Look at him.

So, who are you picking?

I'm telling you, that kid has French fry brain.

Uh... [hesitantly] You go play.

I need to stay here and stand guard.

Kiff, you are being paranoid.

That sweet little seagull isn't after your fries.

She's like a million miles away. And I gotta wade.

You're right, Barry. Um, sorry.

Phew. Oh, good. I am just paranoid.

Stop!

Uh... About done here, Barry?

Oh, look! A spiky thing!

Kiff... My floatie! Help!

Your fries are gone?

But who could have done such a thing?

I know who.

Oop. Tide's coming in.

Better move our chairs back, everybody.

The tide's coming in.

I'm doomed. Wait a minute.

When the tide gets here, Beverly's feet will get wet,

and she'll wake up,

and she'll have to move her chair back.

I'm saved!

There you are.

Listen, I know and you know that those are my French fries.

So, why don't you just do the civilized thing

and give them back?

Come on, give me the fries.

Give me, give me.

Give-uh the fries-uh to me.

Stop fighting! You know these fries are mine!

Finally, back with Mama.

Oh, stop sniffing.

Hey! - Oh, hi. Hello, hello.

Paws off our sister, Squirrel. You got a problem with her...

...you got a problem with us.

Hey, look. I was just taking back my fries

that she stole from my towel while we were in the water.

You got any proof?

You think you're the only one who brought fries

to the beach today? Look around.

Uh... I don't know what to say.

Good. I want you make like a turtle

and walk away real slow.

Oh! Did nobody see that?

Hey, my kite.

Sorry, I couldn't see the--

Barry, we need to find some more string.

I'm getting an idea here.

Well, I guess it's you and me, Klon.

You feeling confident?

Over here!

Wow! You play volleyball?

Duh. I'm naturally good at everything.

Come be my partner!

Beverly, wait!

You can't just leave me here! The tide is...

Okay.

No one's coming to save you, Martin.

If you can't get yourself up out of this hole,

maybe the only option is to get yourself down

out of this hole.

Kiff, I found string.

- A ton of it. - Yeah. Thanks.

Now, for the bait.

But, Kiff, that's your last fry.

I know, Bar! But I have a new hunger now.

A hunger for justice.

Now, we wait.

Let's do this.

Caught ya, twerp! Red feathered! Look, everybody!

Witness the thief!

- Hey, look at that! She can fly! - Hold tight to the string, Bar!

We can't let her get away! Huh? Oh, gosh! Oh, no!

Tied score. Game point. Just like in high school.

You got this, Beryl.

It's heading for the net. We're gonna win!

We win! Everybody look!

The kid's stealing my French fry!

I'm not crazy!

Uh, Barry, where did you find that string?

You know, I can't remember.

- What just happened? - Good game, Butterfingers.

Glad we finally settled who's better.

Dennis, you didn't win.

That was another completely bogus point.

Still a sore loser. What a shame.

All right. Who wants to buy the winner some French fries?

- Oh, yeah! - Awesome!

- Beverly! - I know.

But he's like the most popular guy in school.

- Dennis, wait! - You all saw that, right?

That... That kid had my fry?

Ah. What a day!

Beryl had that whole showdown, and Kiff was all,

"Give me my fries!"

And then Martin's head popping up,

and then me tripping over the kite.

It's... It's like, "Walk much, Barry?"

Ah!

You did look pretty ridiculous popping your head up, Martin.

Me? What about the kids dragging that lifeguard tower?

What was up with that chicken's laugh?

He was like...

You nailed it! You nailed it!

That's it!