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[♪ Opening theme music playing]

- [cat snarling] - [dogs barking]

[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 of 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 Cookita ♪

- [Chorus] ♪ Yay ♪ - [Tater] ♪ No, come on ♪

[Chorus] ♪ Oye, Primos ♪

[Grunts in frustration]

[Tater reading]

[♪ Suspenseful music playing]

[groans] I can't take it anymore!

Why did Tater ask us to meet?

[♪ Dramatic music plays on recorder, stops]

What's with all the drama?

That's kind of our thing, Tater.

[Both] Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

That's Detective Tater to you!

You may be wondering why I've gathered you all here today.

I was! Wow!

She's incredible at detecting!

Lotlot and I discovered a family mystery.

Heads will be spun!

Revelations will be revelated!

For tonight,

I shall reveal the existence of...

The 13th Primo!

[Thunderclap]

[♪ Dramatic music plays on recorder, stops]

[all gasp]

What bizarre numeric system are you using?

Including you, Nellie and Baby Bud.

There are 15 of us.

Thirteen's my lucky number.

Never you mind the maths!

There's a mystery to be solved!

I call these crumpets chompets.

Careful, they bite back.

[Rumbling]

[sighs exasperatedly] I've got so much junk, the ceiling is giving away.

Maybe it's time to throw some things out.

[Eerie whispering]

[gasps] Spooky closet.

- Tater and I will help out. - What?

We come to Buela's to get away from chores!

[Groans, speaks Spanish] Ay, mi rodilla.

[Sighs]

[in English] Fine.

- Trash. Keep. - [Objects clatter]

Yuck! Clearly, this is trash!

Hmm. Hmm...

[Groaning]

Ugh! It's a keep!

Aww, no skeletons.

Lotlot sad.

Skeletons in the closet is just a figure of speech!

Ugh!

What is with these people?

Hmm?

Junk slide!

Mysterious box!

[Both groaning]

Hey, who's this music kid?

Huh, wonder what their name is.

I'm calling it Dwindelin.

What? No! Look.

The kid in these pictures. Are we related?

Maybe. Buela and Pop are in a lot of these.

Then why hide them here?

Tater, this is evidence of a cover up

for a devious crime!

Whoa there!

Is it leg day, Lotlot, cause that's a pretty big leap.

Think! You've never seen this kid before,

but Buela and Pop care enough about them

to hide all this stuff away.

[Sniffs]

Something smells fishy.

That's because Buela's cooking fish soup.

Besides, there's no evidence of foul play.

But I do detect...

[Gasps] a mystery!

And we're going to solve it?

Elementary, my dear Lotlotson.

The game is afoot!

[Both laugh]

All right, Buela, where's the body?

The fish body?

No! Now we're not accusing anyone of anything.

But clearly you'd have info about this kid.

[Speaks Spanish]

[in English] Is extra fishy?

No! Buela, eww!

This is a mystery!

And as a future investigatator,

I aim to solve it!

Answers, por favor!

[Shushes, speaks Spanish] No más preguntas.

[In English] And don't bother your abuelo either,

or I'll make you pluck his nose hairs!

Sick! I'll get my tweezers.

We're not doing that. Buela must be hiding something.

And I'm gonna get me some answers.

Oh, hey, Primas. [Speaks Spanish] Qué onda?

[In English] Can you identify this victim?

[Clears throat]

We think this kid is a Primo, one we never heard about.

All we know is they were some kind of musician.

See the trumpet?

Oh, that's a French horn for an orchestra.

Oh, la, la! Le French horn!

An orchestra, eh?

They must have played fancy classical music!

[Blows raspberry] Classical music's kind of boring.

It's got nothing on death metal.

[Playing electric guitar]

Whoa!

Anyway... Lo siento.

[In English] I don't know that kid.

Well, let's try the other Primos.

Oh, wait up!

You need a bad cop?

You'll hang out with us?

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won't.

Who's asking?

[Both giggle excitedly]

- T-sisters! - [Exclaims]

You know all the goss in this joint, past and present.

You know anything about this pic?

[Stuttering]

- I don't... - You do recognize this kid!

No. [stuttering] I don't know who this is.

Give us your dark knowledge.

Yeah, Tabi, you're gonna squeal.

All right, that's enough!

You come barging in here and ruin Tabi's flawless makeup?

[Crying]

I was flawless.

Just go! You've done enough.

[Sighs] Dames, am I right?

[Tater grunting]

If you'd just have a look at this photo!

Sorry, little Tater Bird.

But I need to focus on my plant fam right now.

We'll leave you alone,

once you tell us you don't know anything.

I don't remember much.

I'm all about living in the present, you know.

Oh, speaking of presents, want some mulch?

It's extra juicy.

[Both exclaim and scream]

One for the road.

- [Blender whirring] - [♪ Tense music playing]

- [whirring intensifies] - Uhm, uh, speak up, small fry.

Nowhere to hide, Big Nacho.

Oh, no. I can't hear you through my muscles.

Gotta go!

Ugh! They all clearly know something.

Why not tell us?

Maybe I'm not cut out to be a hard-boiled gumshoe gal.

Forget it, doll face.

This kid's not worth anyone's time.

[Speaks Spanish] Déjalo ser.

[In English] It's just sad

that this talented kid is going to be forgotten.

Not everyone wants to be remembered, Tater.

Besides, you barely know this kid.

- I gotta go. - Hmm.

Lady Dwindelin,

you look so dashing in a cape.

Shall we abscond together?

Hmm.

[Gasps]

That gnome used to be in Buela's yard!

Why was the Lady Dwindelin moved?

Curious-er

and curious-er.

[Thunder rumbling]

We've buried a lot of bodies at my dad's funeral parlor.

But I've never exhumed one!

[Both gasp]

Holy smokes!

Ha! I knew it! It's a body!

Let's crack this bad boy open.

[Both gasp]

It's time for the grand reveal!

[Thunderclap]

[all gasp]

- So, spit it already! - Who's the kid?

The 13th Primo...

Is Lita!

[All gasp]

What? How?

How did I unravel this tangled sweat of secrets? Simple.

I just found the thread and pulled.

Lita's guitar case

has the exact same fringe, and our next clue...

[Plays electric guitar]

[♪ French horn playing over recorder]

[all gasp]

It's the same melody, but classical.

Lastly, you inserted yourself into the investigation.

A classic perp trick to cover your tracks.

You... you got me.

It's me.

[All] Wow!

If you play the French horn, does that mean you speak French?

You just got more incredible!

- [Clamoring] - Uh... uh...

Huh? Lita?

- Did I upset her? - [Sighs]

Tabi, Big Nacho and I knew about this.

We should have tried to stop you.

What happened? Why is she bummed?

Lita used to love classical music

until the incident.

- [Discordant note] - [groans]

[groans, grunts]

Some jerk uploaded it online.

That was the last time Lita ever played the French horn.

She was so ashamed.

She literally buried her old life as a band geek

and made us promise never to talk about it.

And no one breaks a Primo promise or I break them!

What have I done?

This isn't a funeral, but I feel like we should say something.

[Sighs]

I should have checked with Lita before my grand reveal.

But I got caught up in the mystery.

[♪ Classical French horn music playing]

Lotlot, cut it out the mood music.

I'm being serious.

- Look! - Huh?

[Birds chirping]

[all cheering]

I finally finished my solo.

And it was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard!

Lita, I'm so sorry for revealing your secret.

[Lita] It's okay, Prima.

You got nothing to be sorry for.

I can't believe I've been letting embarrassment

keep me from the thing that got me to love music in the first place.

And you're so good at it.

You've overcome your fear, Leets.

- We're so proud of you. - Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

What kind of rock star would I be if I fell apart after each bad gig?

Thanks for keeping the Primo promise, y'all.

It was eating me alive!

And thank you Primas for helping me see the light.

Well, Lotlotson, onto our next case!

To find the dastardly villain who leaked Lita's video.

[All cheering]

We're going to make 'em pay!

[Tater reading]

[Big Nacho] And that's why for Buela's birthday,

we should bring her blending game into the 21st century.

Thank you.

Incredible! Great idea!

[All] Hmm.

Boo!

Well, I haven't heard any better ideas.

Maybe that's because your most creative Primo hasn't spoken yet.

[Announcer] Welcome to Operation Warm 'N Fuzzy.

We all know Buela loves a homemade gift from her grandkids.

We've hit all the classics.

Coupons for hugs, coffee mugs,

and more keychains than Buela has keys.

[All speaking indistinctly]

So how about something Buela actually needs.

An upgrade to one of her beloved possessions.

Is that a... fishing net?

This is her blanket.

[All gasp]

[gasps]

That's right. The perfect gift is a new quilt made by us.

For example.

[All exclaiming]

Pretty cool, huh?

I've already prepped 15 squares, one for each of us to decorate.

All righty, quilters,

let's get quilting!

[Indistinct chatter]

This quilt idea certainly has mass appeal.

But how may I contribute?

Did I not use big enough words for you?

Everyone decorates a square!

Hmm, yes.

But I don't do arts and or crafts.

[Gasps] You don't wanna help make Buela's gift?

[Sighs] Indeed.

Buela is my favorite elder.

In truth, my favorite human.

Come on, Gordita, it's just a little art.

Exactly. Art.

It serves no actual purpose.

- What? - [♪ Dramatic music playing]

No purpose?

Don't let Bibi hear you talk about art that way!

Wait, that's it!

Mom will show you the way!

[Humming]

Hmm?

We have an art emergency!

Oh, well, you came to the right art teacher. ¿Qué pasó?

Is there a paint shortage? Out of googly eyes?

Need some happy little trees?

Worse! WIth Buela's birthday coming up...

- [Gasps] - [Buela's murmuring echoes]

[exclaims in Spanish] Hijole.

[In English] Yes, Buela' birthday, which is...

- Tomorrow? - [Laughs nervously]

Yes! Tomorrow, of course, just like every year.

I'd love to help.

What was it again?

Help Gordita understand art.

Yes, that! But, oops!

I'm actually busy with, uh...

Taking garage possum in for his shots!

Lots to do! Gotta run!

I guess it's all up to me.

Grab your inhaler, Gordita.

We're going on an art walk!

[♪ Pleasant music playing]

[horse snorts]

Hmm.

[Horse snorts]

Hmm.

[Horse snorts]

[growls]

[horse neighs]

Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

[Horse neighs]

Ha?

Oh! Oh...

Ha?

Hmm.

Mmm-mmm.

[Exclaims]

How did we forget Mom's birthday again?

Ignacio, you were supposed to remind me!

Gustavo was supposed to remind me!

Every year?

Hopefully, this will be enough.

Ivan, how are we on the card?

I've narrowed it down to these two.

Oh, Ivan.

It's a good thing you're pretty.

Oh, Chacha.

[Humming]

Okay. my art walk was more of an art wash.

Maybe taking a look

at some well eccentric art will inspire you!

Are those candy wrappers?

Yeah. I wanted to make a collage

about how Buela took me trick or treating last year.

She made my dinosaur costume because she's a clever girl.

[Sobbing]

That's beautiful, man.

Hmm.

[Gasps]

Love the crown!

Abuela is a queen.

A self-care queen.

She taught us everything we know.

Hmm.

Hey, Lotlot, what are you doing there?

Oh, my goodness!

[Announcer] We now return to El Martir vs Los Monstruos.

[Both laughing]

[sighs] Buela appreciates spooky stuff too.

Well, that square is totally working then

because it's definitely gonna give me nightmares.

Excellent.

Great job. Keep going.

Hmm.

Okay, Gordita, you've got to be inspired by now.

Let's make some art.

Hmm. Negative.

According to my observations, art appears to be just repurposed trash.

The understanding of artistic expression continues to elude me

and now I'm going to disappoint Buela.

Mm.

Furthermore, this situation has triggered

a physical reaction in my eyes.

Hmm. Certainly a day of firsts.

I'm sorry, Gordita.

I don't always understand you,

but I totally get how you feel about Buela.

I won't let you let her down.

[Whistles]

[♪ Upbeat music playing]

[grunting]

[grunting]

It is time.

And just for good measure, buckle up for a Buela blast!

A Buela blast?

[Tater] How about a little bit of Buela's

leftover pozole to help jog your memory?

[Sniffs]

Ah, an olfactory trigger

- And a little of Buela's favorite music. - [♪ Instrumental music plays]

- And her distinct old lady perfume. - [Coughs]

- Migraine inducing. - Look at the photos!

Now, close your eyes.

What do you see?

An infinite void.

Keep trying.

Mm. Mm.

Tater?

Hello, Gordita, welcome to your brain.

Hmm. Might as well take some observations.

Heart rate, 70 bpm.

Oxygen levels, optimal.

Cortisol levels, rising.

Concentration, waning.

Can someone please turn down that dissonant racket?

[Speaking Spanish] Hola, niña.

Un abrazo muy fuerte para ti.

[Buela speaking Spanish] Hola, mis amores.

I've got enough crosswords, para todos.

[All, in English] Aww! No way, Buela!

Bueno, a ver, a ver... What is a three-letter palabra

para un flightless bird?

[Both shrug]

E... E...

- Emu. - It fits.

Bravo! Okay, mi jita.

A seven letter word for...

[Gordita] What is this feeling?

I'm awake!

Bleh! Why is my face wet?

Wait, it's morning! And it's Buela's birthday!

And you still don't know the point of art!

Calm yourself, Tater. Hmm.

Just a theory but...

I think I understand.

[♪ Upbeat music playing]

[all cheering]

Okay, if we use one of the kid's old Easter baskets,

it won't look like we got everything from the grocery store.

But we did get everything from the grocery store.

Not today, Ivan!

Time for the only thing better than cake.

Presents!

[All gasp]

[Buela speaking Spanish] Que linda. Una colcha preciosa, qué bonita.

[In English] Boo-yah, blanket!

Everyone made a square, Buela.

But it was my idea.

[Buela] Ay, Nellie,

So cute.

Lita, mija, it's our song!

Aww, muy bien, Chacha.

[Speaks indistinctly]

[Buela] And this must be Gordita's.

Oh...

[Speaking Spanish] Mijita linda, me encanta.

Muchísimas gracias, mis chamacos.

[In English] Ay, this is the best present ever!

[Speaking Spanish] Y ahora es el turno de tus padres.

[In English] Your parents.

Wait. Where did they go?

- [Shouting indistinctly] - [honking]

I knew we should have given her our gift first!

- Where are we going? - We're driving to Mexico!

We can start new lives.

Happy little lives.

[Chuckles]

[screaming]

♪ Top down mid-December On the highway ♪

♪ Sunshine, hair flying Radio playing ♪

♪ Rise early, tide's high Head for the waves ♪

♪ Three, six, five Friday to Friday ♪

♪ So, if you want To vibe with us ♪

♪ If you want To vibe with us ♪

♪ Then come on Take a ride with us ♪

♪ It's the city of angels ♪