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(OPENING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) Hey! Another day in my old hood

Summer's starting and it's gonna be so good

Hey, oh, hey! I was gonna be so cool

Then you all moved in and got me looking like a fool, again

CHORUS: Oye, Primos

Why you all up in my face

CHORUS: Oye, Primos

Get up out my space

CHORUS: Oye, Primos

You're wearing out my brain

You're driving me insane

Not the roll call again

Cousin Bud, Nacho and Lita

Tere, Tabi and Toñita

Scooter, Lotlot and Gordita

Nachito, ChaCha and Lucita

- CHORUS: Yay - TATER: No, come on

CHORUS: Oye, Primos

(GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION)

(NELLIE READING)

NARRATOR: Every creature has a habitat, and within it, a lair.

A caterpillar has its chrysalis,

a wild cat has its cave,

a fish has its reef,

and the common Tater, Taterus creativa, has her corner.

But her once-safe lair is now endangered.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Tater, come play planes with me!

Watch Maribel Mariposa with me!

Weren't the first 19 times enough?

Your blood pressure is unusually high. Even for you.

Ow!

Nachito, are these the schematics for my final form?

(WARBLING)

(GRUNTING)

You owe me a new sphygmomanometer.

Would this help your blood pressure, Tater?

Oh! Please stop helping!

Gah! My alone time is going extinct!

I'm prescribing you some chill pills.

Oh, I'm so sorry, vision board.

Well, it's more progress on this vision board

than you've made all summer, Tater.

I'm trying! But how am I supposed to plan for my final form

when my special corner is now everyone's special corner?

Oh, big-but-tiny sis, always with the final form stuff.

If it hasn't happened by now, maybe it's time to give up.

Just go with the summer flow.

And face final form extinction? Never!

NARRATOR: Over 150 species go extinct every day.

Just as the dinosaurs went extinct, so, too, will your final form plans.

(SCREECHES)

Give up, Tater! Your plans are doomed to die!

Not yet! I just need space of my own to think!

(ALL CLAMORING)

That's it! I know you're all just here for the summer,

but I need space!

Why you gotta fight the summer flow?

NARRATOR: Driven from her habitat,

the Taterus creativa embarks in search of a new lair.

To assume my final form.

Yes, to assume her final form.

I bet this will do the trick.

I'm sure there's room for me

and my extra juicy copies of Romancimorphs.

(GRUNTS) Maybe if I...

NARRATOR: The search continues...

The Tater tries to avoid detection, but stumbles upon

another occupied lair!

Oh, good, I've been looking for a test subject.

Open wide, please.

NARRATOR: Perhaps the great outdoors will yield a lair for the common Tater.

TATER: Ooh, that might do!

Pretty spacious, put up some string lights, and...

Ugh! What is that smell?

Oh, you found my compost.

That's 100% gorgeous green-fueled efficiency, Tater.

- Here. Breathe it in. - (WHEEZES)

NARRATOR: Still on the hunt, the Tater explores forbidden areas.

Bibi and Bud's room. Dare I?

Yeah, I dare.

I wonder what's behind here...

(GASPS) Huh?

Secret bathroom!

It's so clean and private and...

Prohibido! You saw nothing.

What the...

It's not fair! This is my house! I should have my own lair!

Tater, for the millionth time, respect Cake Island!

Nellie, what are you doing?

(SIGHS) I'm meditating.

You're meta-Tater-ing?

I said "meditating," sis! Not everything's about you.

I'm just going with the summer flow, all in here.

Mango slushy, Tater?

Oh, I'll mango slush you...

Ahhh!

There you are, mi'jita! Run this load, porfis?

But Nellie's right there and I...

(GROANS) This ain't over.

NARRATOR: All is not lost.

Perhaps the garage can be a place for an enterprising Tater

searching for space.

Perhaps not.

(GRUMBLING) Huh?

Wonder where that goes.

(COUGHS)

Whoa!

An open space!

It holds up! And it's just a little...

(SNEEZES)

A lotta dusty, but it's all mine, mine, mine!

NARRATOR: But is it suitable?

Most suitable indeed!

NARRATOR: By Jove! She's done it!

- (GROWLS) - (SCREAMS)

Garage Possum! No! I've worked too hard to find this space!

NARRATOR: In a territorial display,

the Tater rises to her full, somewhat formidable height.

(GROWLS)

(LAUGHS) That's right! I'm the boss!

NARRATOR: Dominance established.

(SIGHS) Finally.

Now, to add the magic Tater touch.

The stars could guide my final form. Ew.

There. Now, this feels like me.

NARRATOR: Indeed it does, Taterus creativa.

Dear Diary, welcome to my new lair.

(CACKLES)

What should we call it?

Something classy, like the Gara-Jay?

The Loft at the Gara-Jay?

I'd call it a jazzed-up crawlspace.

Nellie!

NARRATOR: The Tater reckons with a grave oversight.

The Nellie irritatus is not an invasive species,

but a natural predator.

Beep-boop, commencing scan.

Nifty lamp.

Superior-grade rations.

A bean bag chair. Child-sized.

Who you callin' a bean bag chair?

(CHUCKLES) Yup, I could get comfy here.

Nellie, get out. I found this place. It's just for me!

(MUTTERING ANGRILY)

Nellie, go! I'm warning you!

I'm not going anywhere,

now that I know this place exists!

(GASPS)

ALL: Now that we know this place exists!

My final form!

You'll be a caterpillar forever.

No!

Don't be so selfish, Tater!

Everybody should know about this place!

With all the primos here, you'll never be alone! (SNICKERS)

Uh-Oh. I'm stuck.

Ha! Serves you right.

Why don't you meditate yourself outta this one!

Wait. What's that?

- (SNARLS) - (SCREAMS)

I can't go out like this! I'm not done reading your diary!

Help me, Tater! Help me!

TATER: Deep in the past, I am happy.

I am a Nellie-free, only child.

NARRATOR: (CLEARS THROAT) I thought I was narrating?

Just go with it.

I am happy.

Really happy!

Suddenly, she was born and everything changed.

Nellie, stop.

- (CRIES) - It's okay. Your sister's here.

I'll always be here to take care of you, Nellie.

I love you.

NELLIE: Tater!

Tater, help me!

I'm gonna get eaten by a garbage goblin!

Whatever my final form is, I'll always be a big sister.

(SCREAMS)

That's Nellie. Yeah, she's annoying, but she's with me.

(GRUMBLES)

(SCREAMS)

- (OBJECTS CRASHING) - Uh...

Thanks, Tater.

I guess... I better go.

Look, me having my own space

doesn't mean I never wanna hang out with you or the primos again.

I just need somewhere

to charge my battery and, you know...

Breathe?

I get it. That's why I meditate. I gotta have someplace to go.

No primos made me a special spot.

Geez. I didn't think of that.

You know, I think the Loft at the Gara-Jay

is big enough that you could meditate here.

Mmm...

(SNEEZING)

You know, on second thought,

you can have the dust trap all to yourself.

My allergies can't deal.

Thanks, Nellie.

You know, it takes imagination to make a place like this kind of homey.

I gotta give ya that.

Wait up! Do you want this yoga mat?

It could be your flying carpet for wherever the summer flow goes.

Thanks, big sis.

Nellie! Have you seen Tater?

She's the best at folding paper planes!

I want Tater to sing to me!

She sounds just like the real Maribel Mariposa!

I require Tater's presence in the lab.

My elixir is ready for human trials.

NARRATOR: If this lair is compromised,

there are no options left for the weary Tater.

Will the Nellie, a Tater's natural predator, reveal all?

Hmm. Tater's around. She'll turn up when she's ready.

C'mon, let's go and watch Maribel Marisco.

"Ma-ri-po-sa."

Yeah, whatever.

(SIGHS) Now, I can really focus on my final form.

Okay, Lucita, so are we watching Maribel Manzana or what?

(SNICKERS)

(SCREAMS)

NARRATOR: The predator has become the prey.

(NACHITO READING)

TATER: Night falls over a troubled city.

A hooded figure emerges.

Suddenly, they speak...

Booyah buh-bam!

Or maybe...

Booyah buh-bam, my dear fellow.

Nah, how about Booyah buh-bam?

Should the voice of my final form be more gritty superhero

or loving-but-authoritative madam president?

Booyah buh... Whoa!

NACHITO: That's incredible!

What's going on out there?

All right. Nachito, stand back.

Watch this.

(GRUNTS)

Ooh. I wanna try.

(GRUNTS)

Huh? (STRAINS)

Ka-baam!

(GRUMBLES)

Ooh, I'm thirsty, too.

Nachito!

(COUGHS) Stop doing what I do.

But I want to be strong like you!

Have perfect skin like you!

Be powerfully sweaty like you!

Dame paciencia... I love mi hermanito, I love mi hermanito.

Aw, I love you too, mi hermanote!

Okay, workout's over. My big muscles need a protein shake.

Ooh! Make two! One for my muscle-chitos.

Then we can practice piñata-hitting together,

or go on a quest together,

or pretend we're dinosaurs together.

(ROARS) Together forever!

Nachito! Stop!

(GASPS)

Stop, uh, wasting your dino energy on me!

Why don't you go on a dino-quest?

You want to send me on a dino quest?

Of course. Now go fetch us some eggs from Tia Bibi's chicken coop.

But not just any egg!

We need the most protein-filled egg, the eggiest egg!

It should take you at least an hour.

I won't disappoint you, hermanote!

Dino-Squire away!

(ROARS)

Phew!

TATER: Must be nice having a hype-sibling like Nachito.

That's something I'd never know about.

Ahem! Nellie.

Let's see.

That's 2,980 days until Tater goes off to college.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Booyah buh-bam!

Booyah buh-bam!

- (NACHITO SCREAMS) - Oh, no! Nachito doesn't know about...

Get back! Get back!

...The meanest chicken in the coop.

ANNOUNCER: Jean-Cluck van Fried!

Survivor of the deep fryer!

All dark meat muscle! Wings of steel, and lemon pepper!

That egg's gotta be a triple yolk!

For mi hermanote!

(CLUCKS ANGRILY)

Huh?

NACHITO: Hermanote! (SCREAMS)

(BLENDER WHIRRING LOUDLY)

(GRUNTS) Oh, no!

(SQUAWKS)

Somebody, anybody, help!

(ANNOUNCER READING)

It's go time!

Booyah-buh...

(SQUEAKING)

(SQUAWKS SOFTLY)

Phew! Crisis averted.

You good, Nachito?

Wow!

Tater! You saved my life.

This Dino-Squire used to pledge allegiance to Big Nacho,

but now, I shall pledge allegiance to thee.

(ROARS)

- It was nothing. - It's not nothing!

You were like a magical chicken tamer.

It was incredible!

You think so? Wow.

Sorry. I'm not used to compliments.

You deserve all the compliments in the world.

Huh? Aw.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

Finally, some alone time.

Oh. What was that, Bicep?

"I said this alone time is really going to help me grow as a muscle."

Aw, I love you, Bicep.

"I love you too, Big Nacho."

This Nacho needs to be taken down a notch.

Oh. Guess I know what I'm doing today.

Welcome to the Summer of Tater,

where I determine what my final form will be,

and I'd love your feedback on what to try next.

Maybe I should try stand-up comedy.

Yes, you'd be incredible at that.

But maybe I should befriend more animals?

You'd be incredible at that.

But maybe I'm a politician in the making.

- You'd be incredible at that. - Thank you very much.

Wow. If I always had this level of support, ahem, Nellie,

who knows what I could've achieved by now!

(SNICKERS)

Boom! Did you see that, Bicep?

"Orale vato, you're the best gamer, Big Nacho."

Yawn.

You know you're playing on easy mode, right?

If it's so easy, I dare you to beat my high score.

Hey, I've got nothing to prove.

But apparently, you do.

(GRUMBLES)

(ANNOUNCER READING)

Prepare to be impressed.

Doubt it. But please, knock yourself out.

This thing on?

All right, comedy fans,

what do you get when you cross an elephant with a fish?

(LAUGHS)

No, that's not the joke. I haven't said the punchline yet.

(LAUGHING)

You're so funny!

You're not even listening.

ANNOUNCER: Loser!

Extra-wide yawn.

Presenting the Summer Of Nachito!

Booyah buh-bam-chito!

(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) Cool.

(GRUNTS)

Yawn. Wow. You really taught gravity a lesson.

NACHITO: Incredible. I want to be just like you!

Boring.

More like medium-sized Nacho, am I right?

I'm never leaving your side.

Do you wanna try that again?

(ROARS) Incredible! Amazing! Incredible!

That's it. I've had enough!

Tag? Incredible idea.

- (SOBBING) - (ROARS)

- Huh? - (ROARS)

(PANTING NERVOUSLY)

Wow. You're incredible at hiding.

(SNARLS)

(ROARS) Huh?

- (SHUDDERS) - Hmm.

- (SIGHS) I give up. - Hmm. That's what I thought.

Am I good at anything, Bicep?

"If you can't even lift your own spirits, do you even lift, bro?"

Big Nacho, take Nachito back!

Nachito's admiration is messing with my head!

Yeah, well, Nellie is never impressed!

Does she have a return policy?

Wow. It's like you both think I'm nothing but a supporting role

to aid your character development.

Real protagonist out!

Okay, that was easy.

But what can we do to transfer Nachito's admiration back to you?

It's too late.

I've been a lame-o-saurus, a bad brother to my hermanito.

(SINGING) Este dolor en mi corazón

Is of my own making

I know I should be strong

But I am weak De veras, my heart's breaking

Yo con toda mi alma

Mi Nachito

You're incredible to me

Ojalá estuvieras aquí

I miss you, hermanito

Your worship y tu elogio

Make me feel so strong

Pudiera ganarlo todo

Like I was never wrong

Pero más que eso espero su regreso

'Cause how big can a Nacho be

With no Nachito looking up to me?

(SOBBING)

All because I sent him after a dumb egg!

That's it! Jean-Cluck's egg!

Jean-what's egg?

(ROARS) I found you!

Just improvise with me.

Ahem! Sir Nacho, if you want your mighty Dino-Squire back,

then let us duel!

(GASPS) You wanna duel for me?

We wanna duel for him?

- I mean, yeah! - Then it's settled.

It is a knight's duel at Bibi's chicken coop.

Whoever gets Jean-Cluck's egg wins Nachito as their Dino-Squire!

Ready. Set...

(ROARS)

(SQUAWKS)

(SQUEAKING)

It's my chance!

I win! I get my hermanito back!

You got mashed, Tater!

- (CACKLES) - Really?

Mi hermanote,

I pledge allegiance back to you.

(GASPS)

(ANNOUNCER READING)

(SQUEAKS) Pio-pio.

(SCREAMING)

My pio-pios aren't working!

I'll never eat quiche again!

Oh! Oh! (SCREAMS)

NACHITO: Incredible!

Great craftsmanship.

(ANNOUNCER READING)

(ALL CLUCKING EXCITEDLY)

Look at you chickens, pretending to be scary dinosaurs.

I love it. And look at you!

You're so buff and shiny!

Oh, wow!

And you're an incredible mom. Here, have your pollito back.

That was incredible.

I pledge allegiance to you, hermanito.

You're incredible at pledging allegiance.

(BOTH ROAR AND LAUGH)

Hey, you look terrible.

I missed you, too, sis.

(CLOSING THEME MUSIC PLAYING)