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[drumroll, cymbal crashes]

[upbeat music]

- [giggles]

♪ ♪

- [laughs]

- Ohh, ooh.

- [laughs] - Ugh!

Wah!

- Whoa!

[frog croaking]

- [laughs]

- Ahh! Wah! Wah! Wah!

♪ ♪

[horn honks]

- Ta-da!

- Whoa! - [giggles]

- Ahh! Ahh!

- Ohh.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Ba, ba-ba-ba-baaa ♪

[upbeat bouncy music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪

♪ Come and meet our fish family ♪

- ♪ Hee-hee-hee, hi-hi-hi ♪

♪ How many fishies do you spy? ♪

[knock at door]

- Hey, Chas.

Thanks for babysittin'.

- Bummer I could only score five tickets

to the Fondue Festival.

- Happy to skip that one, Randy.

I already have a fraught relationship with cheese.

Make it hot and who knows what could happen?

- I woulda joined ya'll in a hot-cheese second.

Always down to help with the kiddos, though.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Ho-ho-ho, hee-hee-hee ♪

♪ We are fishes, you and me ♪

- The "Fishy Song?" Some days I wanna toss the tablet

out the window to save my poor eardrums.

- Ooh, we--we're limiting Tommy's tablet time

to educational content.

all: Ooh. Huh?

- Yeah, check back in six months, Deed.

- ♪ Hey hey hey, ho ho ho ♪

♪ Blue fishy plays the cello ♪

[music stops]

[children gasp, whining]

[music starts]

- That's our cue to fondue.

- Oh, man, we had some fantastic fondue parties

in my day.

I've even got the scars to prove it.

Probably shoulda worn pants. Ah, no regrets.

- Wow, Lou, I didn't realize you were so passionate

about melted cheese. Why don't you take my ticket?

- Oh, I couldn't do that, Betty.

- Seriously, Lou, enjoy.

I think I'm coming down with something anyway. Achoo.

- Sorry to hear. Gotta run.

- I'm not really sick, you know.

I just didn't want Lou to feel bad for taking my ticket.

- Betty, I know a real sneeze when I hear one.

Plus, you've got bags under your eyes,

and you look ready to collapse.

- But now that you mention it, I am kinda beat.

- Now let's get you all settled in Chuckie's room

so Aunt Betty can rest.

- ♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪

♪ Come and meet our fish family ♪

♪ Hee-hee-hee, hi-hi-hi ♪

[laughs]

That song is stuck in my head forever.

♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪

♪ Come and meet... ♪

- Oh, no, the "Fishy Song" is stuck

in Chuckie's daddy's head forever.

That means we can't hear it ever again.

- We brush our tooth to that song.

- Our hairs too.

- And I always listen to the "Fishy Song"

right before I go potty.

- I just hearded the song for the firstest time today,

but I can't remember life without it.

[all sighing]

- If that song's stucked in Chuckie's daddy's head

there's only one thing to do.

Pull it out of there.

- If we make it extra cold for Chuckie's daddy,

the song would drip out of his nose holes.

[upbeat music]

- Whoa!

Which button, Chuckie, a dragon breaths or a snowfake?

- Snowfake, Tommy.

Snow is cold for sure.

- Whoa!

- Aw, still warm.

Bet that button's baby-poofed. Classic Chuckie's house.

- Ooh, I know another way to get that song

out of your daddy's head, Chuckie.

We can make him sneeze.

When I sneeze, stuff shoots out of my nose

whether I like it or not.

I always like it.

- But, you guys, maybe my daddy likes having the song stuck.

- Nobody likes when things get stucked in.

- Like when my lollipop got stuck

in your hair, did you like it?

- No. - Me neither.

It tasted terrible after that.

- You're right. Stuck stuff is awful.

- One time, my grandpa put a bunch of black stuffs

all over his eggs and eated it,

and then he sneezed and sneezed.

- Pepper. I know where that is.

- Are you sure this is a good idea?

- Bradley, the only thing I'm sure of

is that the president is stuck in the middle of the Earth

and he needs our help to get out.

- Man, "Mission to the Middle" never gets old, am I right?

Brr, it's cold as Iceland in here all of a sudden.

- You have chills!

I knew you were coming down with something.

My germ radar is impeccable.

- [yawns] Maybe you're right.

I feel like I haven't slept in, like, 18 months.

Mmm.

[yawns]

- Achoo!

- [snoring]

- It's the portal to the middle of the Earth.

Now we can get the president unstuck.

- Mission accomplished.

- Uh-oh, Bradley, haven't you heard of tunnel rats?

You're not out of the woods yet.

Sorry, little guy. What are you doing here?

I coulda sworn I latched that baby gate.

- Sorry, guys,

guess I'm not a good sneaker.

Now the "Fishy Song" is stuck in my daddy's head forever.

- Wait, maybe we got to find a door on Chuckie's daddy,

like the one on TV.

And instead of unstucking a president,

we'll unstuck the "Fishy Song."

- My mommy is been showing me all the parts of the body

in this medical book.

Found it.

"All of the sounds and songs you hear

get inside through your ear."

- How? That ear doesn't gots a door.

- Well, growed-ups are always talking about

their poor eardrums. Maybe that's their ear doors.

- I got a drum.

Follow me inside the eardrum.

[sneaky music]

♪ ♪

[together] Ooh. Wow.

- Wow, Chuckie, the inside of your daddy's ear

is just like melty crayons.

- I hear the "Fishy Song."

This way.

♪ ♪

- We're near the brain now.

"Your brain is right between your ears.

It holds your wishes, thoughts, and fears."

- Look, a train. We can ride this to the middle

of Chuckie's daddy's head and find his song.

[laughter]

- [grunts]

all: Whoa.

[upbeat music]

- Being inside my daddy's brain isn't so scary.

all: Ahh!

- I spoke too soon.

all: Ahh!

♪ ♪

- ♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪

♪ Come and meet our fish family ♪

♪ Hee-hee-hee, hi-hi-hi ♪

- So this is the middle of the Earth.

- What? What? What? Did I miss the best part?

Aha, only a sick person would fall asleep

before the Earth splitting open scene.

I better go make Betty some soup.

♪ Hi-hi-hi, hey-hey-hey ♪

♪ Blue fishy has come to play ♪

♪ Hey-hey-hey, ho-ho-ho ♪

♪ Blue fishy eats the Jell-O ♪

♪ Ho-ho-ho, hee-hee-hee ♪

- We founded the song!

- ♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪

- Achoo!

[loud rumbling]

all: Ahh!

- Ugh!

- [gasps]

- Yummy, yummy in my-- - Tummy.

- We must be in the tummy.

- Let's just find the closest way out.

- Yeah, I'm pretty sure

we don't wanna take the closest way out.

- Maybe we can go back the way we came.

Food goes down this slide into the tummy.

[tummy rumbling] all: Ooh.

- And burps go up.

[loud burp] all: Ahh!

- Ugh!

Being inside a tummy is yucky,

but I'm not giving up.

If I don't help my daddy,

he'll be stuck with that "Fishy Song"

in his head forever!

- Hey-hey, my tuna sandwich.

all: Ahh!

- Ohh, whew.

That was a close one.

- We're back in the brain.

I hear those fishies; follow me.

- ♪ Come and meet our fish family ♪

- [gasps]

[laughs]

Oh.

[gasps] It's here,

all the nice stuff we do together.

It's the bestest part of my daddy's brain.

What if the fishies come in here too?

They might never wanna leave.

- ♪ Hee-hee-hee ♪

♪ Blue fishy has come to play ♪

♪ Ho-ho-ho, ha-ha-ha ♪

- Whoa! Ugh!

We gotta ride these fishies right out of my daddy's brain.

- ♪ Hee-hee-hee, ha-ha-ha ♪

♪ How many fishes do you spy? ♪

♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪

♪ Red fishy has come to play ♪

- Susie, where is the eardrum?

- I dunno, but there's his nose holes.

all: Boogies!

- Don't worry. Noses have not one hole but two.

Helpful when you say achoo.

- ♪ Hee-hee-hee, come and meet our fish family ♪

♪ Hee-hee-hee, ha-ha-ha ♪

♪ How many fishes do you spy? ♪

♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪

[both breathing heavily]

Ahh!

- [slurps]

Ahh.

I feel like a million bucks. You cured me.

- That's my famous Finster soup.

Ahh..Achoo!

[together] Ugh!

[all crying] - No, kids.

Oh, no, no, no, no, it's okay. Don't cry.

Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Sorry. Ahh!

[piano clangs]

- Are you okay there, Chazzy?

- Sorry. Ahh!

- Here you go, pups.

- ♪ Come and meet our fish family ♪

♪ Hee-hee-hee, ha-ha-ha ♪

♪ How many fishies do you spy? ♪

- How did I forget to latch the baby gate again?

I swear I don't know what goes on in my brain sometimes.

- What's up with that sneeze? You getting sick?

Ooh, yeah, definitely clammy.

Let's get you some of that famous Finster soup.

- ♪ Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee-hee ♪

♪ We five fish are family ♪

- ♪ Ba, ba-ba-ba-baaa ♪

[upbeat music]

- Meow.

[slurping]

- Hey, Lil, why are you drinking like a kitty?

- I'm practicing.

- Me and Lil wanna turn into kitty cats.

Think about it. You get to eat as much cat food as you want.

- And use this litter box.

- Hosting a cat adoption concert is a great idea, Betty.

So many cats are going to find new homes.

- Oh, one already has. I adopted him for the shop.

His name's Copy. Copy-Cat, cat humor. Get it?

- [giggles]

- So where is Copy?

- Eh, you know cats, don't see him for days.

Then he pops up out of nowhere and surprises me.

I love how they do that. - Hey, Betty.

- Oh!

Whew. [chuckles] - Hold the phone.

Is that Bob Brine? He's singing here?

- Can you believe it?

Chas heard he was in town and found a way to reach him.

Turns out Bob Brine is a huge supporter of cat rescue.

- Bob Brine, never thought I'd see that man again.

- You know him?

- Oh, Pop and Bob Brine were best friends.

They used to sing together a long time ago.

Ever heard of Pickles and Brine?

- Doesn't ring a bell, but add some peanut butter

and you got a dynamite sandwich.

How about you and Bob sing together tonight here?

- Not a chance. We haven't seen each other in ages,

and it's fine by me.

- Stu and Chas have tried to get Pickles and Brine

back together for years.

- Won't happen. Playing music is what made us stop

being best friends in the first place.

Don't even ask me about the fight.

- Wait, your grandpa

and his bestest friend stopped being friends?

- A'cause of music?

- [gasps]

Your daddy plays music.

What do you think, Chuckie?

- Anything is postible, Tommy.

Music might be more dangerous than I thought.

- You thought music was dangerous?

- I think everything is dangerous.

- Here you go kids, orchestra swag.

[laughter]

[maracas shaking, cowbell clanging]

[laughter]

- Wait, we shouldn't do this. We're playing music.

- So? It's fun. Try it.

- I do love the kazoo. No, we can't.

What if playing music makes us stop being friends

like Tommy's grandpa and his bestest friend?

- Don't worry, Chuckie, we're just playing at home

with music toys.

That can't hurt anyone.

[cymbals crash]

both: Ow! Again!

- Maybe you are right, Tommy.

One little blow into the kazoo won't make anyone fight.

[kazoo tooting, cowbell clanging]

[cymbals crash]

- See, Chuckie, everything's okay.

- Come on, Pop, who cares about some decades-old fight?

You two belong together. You're Pickles and Brine.

- Oh, yeah?

Who says Pickles and Brine always have to go together?

- Well, technically brine is the vinegar

that makes the cucumber into a pickle,

but that's neither here nor there.

[knock at door]

- Ah. Oh. - I wonder who that could be?

Stu, tell me you and Chas didn't--

- What a total surprise.

Look who is in the neighborhood,

our old friend Bob Brine.

[cymbals crash]

- Bob, looking well-preserved.

- Lou, same old sour pickle.

- Ha, there's that classic stage banter.

The magic is back already.

- I have imagined this moment many times.

You went off on tour all those years ago

singing the songs we wrote together by yourself?

- Because you didn't wanna come.

- Because I had a family.

- And I didn't.

[dramatic music]

[both gasp]

- So now the big star has come crawling back.

Well, let's hear it; bring on the overdue apology.

- Apology?

Please, I'm only here because Chas told me you changed,

which I see you haven't one bit.

- Yeah? Well, neither have you.

[both grunt]

- Did you all see that? They're fighting again.

- Wait, what if show my grandpa and that man

that we can play music and still be friends?

Then they'll stop fighting and be bestest friends again.

- Okay, let's play. Ready?

[kazoo tooting, cowbell clanging]

♪ ♪

Am I in your way?

- Not at all. Keep playing.

♪ ♪

- Tommy, I can't kazoo

with you cowbell-ringing right in my face!

[both grunting]

- Tommy, Chuckie, listen, you both love playing music, right?

- Yeah.

- And you both love being friends, right?

- Of course, but Tommy was ringing that bell way too much.

- And Chuckie was kazooing right in my ear.

- Mm... sorta seems like you're acting

like Tommy's grandpa and his friend.

- Oh, sorry, Chuckie.

- Oh, me too.

Let's try again.

♪ ♪

- Look, I already told these boys

Pickles and Brine are in the past.

I never even think about the act.

- Oh, yeah, Pop? Then what are you doing with this? Huh?

- "Bottom of the Barrel." You still have our old album.

I haven't seen that in years. Where did you find it anyway?

- Right here on this wall

where it was hanging in a custom frame.

- Must use it to cover up a hole.

- How about we play your song just ones for old time's sake?

Whoops, sweaty hands. Lou, I think I broke something.

- Don't worry, Chas, don't need it.

I'm high-tech now.

- You? Huh, I'll believe it when I see it.

- Well, watch and believe.

Duffy, play "Bottom of the Barrel."

- Of course, searching for Thomas, Paul, and Carol.

- I said play "Bottom of the Barrel."

- Understood. Searching for watermelon peril.

- No, barrel. Play barrel.

- Sir, there is no need to yell.

- Ha, real high-tech. - Quiet.

♪ ♪

- Who knew that kazoo and cowbell would sound

so heavenly together?

- Tommy and Chuckie could be the next Pickles and Brine.

- Hey, how about we get

those two on stage tonight at Betty's Beans?

- And I suppose you want Chuckie to go on tour

for 20 years while Tommy gets left behind at home?

- So you would admit it; you have been jealous of my career.

- Please, I wouldn't trade jobs with you

if you were the last coffee house singer on Earth.

- Sorry, boys, not meant to be. - Mr. Brine, wait.

- A good pickle needs time.

- I'm sorry, Chuckie.

I guess music is dangerous.

- We can never, ever play again.

I wish it didn't come to this, but here,

hide it forever, Phil,

somewhere I will never ever find it.

- Okay.

- Not in your diaper. - [gasps]

Well, I'm out of ideas. Your turn, Lillian.

- [giggles]

- This too.

Not there.

- [giggles] - All done.

- Now, don't tell me or Tommy where our instruments are

no matter how much we ask.

- Okay.

[whispers] Don't look behind the couch.

- Lil!

It's been nice knowing you, Tommy.

- [sighs]

- Oh.

[breezy upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [mumbles]

- Mm.

- I'm gonna drink some more kitty water.

- Your ears look pointier already.

- Welcome to our Care for Cats concert.

Thank you all for coming.

I'd like to introduce our special guest

who really cares about cats,

the one and only Bob Brine.

[cheers and applause] - Thanks, everybody.

Hey, there. I'd like to start with a song

I wrote a long time ago with my best friend.

It's about the power of friendship.

Pretty hard to sing it by myself, but...

sorry, need a minute.

[audience murmuring]

- Grandpa's friend needs help.

We gotsta go up there. Take your kazoo.

- But, Tommy, if we go up there, what will happen to us?

- I don't know, Chuckie; all I know is no matter what,

I'll never stop being your friend.

- I guess I'm not singing by myself after all.

Come on, kids, let's make some music together.

[upbeat guitar music]

[cowbell and kazoo enter]

♪ No matter where you are or what you're doing ♪

♪ No matter the length of road or the length of time ♪

♪ ♪

♪ No matter if it's tea or trouble brewing ♪

♪ No matter what, I've got your back and you got mine ♪

- ♪ When your chips are down, that's when I'll show up ♪

♪ When my sugar's out, you'll lend me a cup ♪

♪ When your wound too tight, I'll cut you some slack. ♪

- Meow.

- ♪ When I fall behind, I know you got my back. ♪

♪ ♪

both: ♪ No matter where you are or what you're doing ♪

♪ No matter the length of the road ♪

♪ Or the length of time ♪

- Hee-hee.

both: ♪ No matter if it's tea or trouble brewing ♪

♪ No matter what, I've got your back and you've got mine ♪

[cat meows] - Yes, sir.

both: ♪ No matter what, I've got your back ♪

♪ And you've got mine ♪

- [gasps] Lillian, is that you?

[applause] - Thanks, everybody.

- [laughs] Thank you. Rock and roll.

- Thanks, Lou. Love you, pal.

- Missed ya, buddy.