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[♪ cello music playing]

Gotcha!

[gasps] Pliny! Look out!

-Huh? -I'll save you!

-What? Hey! -[grunting]

Wait, Larry, stop!

I'm okay. I just noodled the catfish.

Noodled?

[grunts] Yeah!

[camera shutter clicks]

It's when you catch a fish with just your hands.

I learned it from my cousin Snake.

[whispers] She has a snake.

Oh, man! I'd love to try that.

But my cello teacher, Mr. Zeigler, says

I need his verbal and written permission before I do

any hand-based activities that aren't this.

[gasps] Larry!

I've never seen anyone's fingers move so gracefully.

Or looks so much like worms.

-Those hands were made for noodling. -Huh?

But Mr. Zeigler...

[Pliny grunts]

This island is Zeigler-free, baby!

[exclaims]

[both laughing]

Now, don't worry. Catfish teeth are like

pillowy pieces of gnocchi.

So be like pasta and noodle.

[nervously] Okay.

[sighing]

Not wormy enough.

Story of my life.

Don't worry.

Trust your instincts.

Play the lake... like a cello.

[breathes deeply]

-[♪ cello music playing] -[grunts]

[gasps] I got one!

Nice one, Larry! Now give me a thumbs up!

[gasps]

No way!

Did you just noodle a two-dle?

Larry, that's a very advanced maneuver.

[Larry] I feel like magic.

Uh, I'll be right back, Sara.

Okay. Don't forget about me again. Guys.

Guys! [muffled speaking]

Everything Larry touches turns to fish.

And every fish turns to...

bigger fish.

[Mr. Okay] Careful.

Locals call him the Cat Daddy.

In this case, I'm locals.

-He's a 60-pounder. -Oh, my gosh.

I've always wanted to catch a 60-pounder.

Hey! That's my exact weight.

Then it's destiny. Go get him!

What? No way.

That thing's gonna swallow him whole.

Don't worry, Merian.

There's nothing this boy wonder can't noodle.

Show her, Linguini Larry!

[chuckles] Linguini Larry.

[♪ cello music playing]

-[Larry gasps] -[kids gasp and shriek]

[all gasp]

[breathing heavily]

-[all exclaiming] -Nice one!

Okay, Pliny, this seems really dangerous.

Okay. I admit it. That was maybe a bit too far.

-But look how happy Larry is. -[grunting]

He was born to do this.

He's gonna get hurt.

You've got to stop him.

No way. I'm his friend. And good friends support each other.

-I'm no Mr. Zeigler. -Right.

And sorry, who is that person?

It doesn't matter anyway.

We're all done.

That was the last fish in the lake.

[grunts] Yeah!

Okay. Phew.

That's a relief.

That's why

I'm gonna noodle the ocean!

[laughs heartily]

The ocean?

Have you ever seen the ocean?

Pfft. It'll be fine.

It's mostly krill.

-[squawking] -[Larry laughs]

This is awesome!

[chuckles nervously] I know, right?

The awesome raw power

of the extremely tame and manageable tide pools.

[Pliny] Five legs.

Shell me more.

Slippery.

Bottlecap!

Who's hungry for a hand sandwich?

-[grunts] -Larry!

[grunting]

[laughs] That was amazing.

Oy, you got proper spiked in the face, like.

[chuckles] You should do sharks next.

No. Killer whales!

Like sharks but with warm blood, innit?

Hey, Pliny! Can I noodle a shark with warm blood?

Uh...

You know what's cooler than a shark with warm blood?

Sea cucumbers, baby!

Check this out.

Ew.

Uh, Pliny, this is making my fingers feel funny.

[roaring]

Larry!

Oh, yeah! A two-dle!

[♪ lively music playing]

[whoops and grunts]

Oh, my gosh. Larry, are you okay?

This is

the best day of my life!

[all cheering]

And I owe it all to you, Pliny.

You're a good friend.

-[throbbing] -[chuckles nervously]

Of course, bud.

How about we call it a day?

[groans]

Yeah, I'm done noodling the ocean.

[mutants groan]

I'm gonna noodle... the land!

-[mutants cheer] -What?

[cheers]

[Larry] So, according to local legend,

this cave is home to the Stone Worm,

a 70-foot-long serpent formed of solid rock,

who crushes humans into dust.

I told Larry that. When you talk to him, he's super down-to-earth.

Um, Larry? [chuckles nervously]

Maybe we should draw the line at noodling train-sized invertebrates?

-[mutants booing] -Don't draw the line anywhere!

Lines are disgusting.

[chuckles]

Great impression of Mr. Zeigler, Pliny.

He's truly an awful person.

[chuckling nervously] Oh, right. Mr. Zeigler. Not me, not me.

I'm good. A good friend.

Yeah, you're the best.

Now, don't make me laugh before I noodle, okay?

[groans softly]

[thudding]

[all gasping]

Well, it happened again.

No one unstuck me from the mud.

Okay. Don't all apologize at once!

[screams]

[roaring]

This is a job for...

Linguini Lar-- [screaming]

Larry!

I got you, pal!

[grunting]

Pliny! Take the picture!

-What? -Take. The. Picture!

[roars]

[both grunt]

[chanting] Linguini Larry! Linguini Larry!

Pretend to chew on his arm a little more.

You were right, Merian.

I let Larry's new hobby swallow him whole.

But he's a natural. Oh, my gosh!

How do you tell a songbird not to sing?

-A hagfish not to hag? -What's a hagfish?

Oh, they're awesome! Look, Larry noodled one earlier.

Up, up, up!

Um, okay, I know you want to be a good friend,

but I think good friends are honest with each other.

-Like... -Up, up, up...

Hey, hey, can you put that away?

You're right.

Hey, I said no teeth.

Hey, Larry.

I was wondering if we could talk in private.

My hands are kind of full, Pliny.

Right, right, right. Yeah, I know.

Um, it's just that [clears throat] um...

This isn't easy for me to say.

[shrieks]

-You need to stop noodling! -[all exclaim]

But I'm Linguini Larry.

You made me Linguini Larry.

She's jealous.

She wishes she was Pasta Pliny.

What? No, I'm not jealous. I'm your friend.

She's been holding you back, Linguini. Cut bait.

You're jealous because I'm the best there ever was.

And you're nothing but a butterfingered weekend noodler.

Larry, you don't sound like yourself.

Well, you know what you sound like?

You sound like

Mr. Zeigler!

No!

[mutants exclaiming]

Who is that?

But he couldn't stop me.

And neither can you, Pliny.

Now witness

as I nood

-the un-noodable! -[♪ dramatic music playing]

Outer space!

[squawks]

Larry, wait!

[♪ intense music playing]

[screeching]

[♪ mysterious music playing]

There's nothing Linguini Larry can't noodle,

in this galaxy or any other!

Oh, no. Larry is gonna noodle himself into the grave.

What am I gonna do?

[gasps]

I have to noodle the noodler.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

-Larry! -Huh?

You're coming home...

with... me!

[laughs wickedly]

Is that the best you've got?

You have to stop!

Just because you can noodle something

doesn't mean you should!

Watch me!

[grunting]

Don't you dare!

[straining]

[both straining]

Space is just another fish!

Space is nothing like a fish!

Should've known it would end this way, Pliny!

From the minute you showed me how to noodle.

Should've known I'd end up on the top of a brown mountain--

-[mumbles] -Gotcha!

[explosion]

Whoa!

Look at that big smoking crater.

That was almost Linguini Larry.

[muffled] Whoa! I was really standing right there?

Yeah, man. You were truly so close to becoming a crater.

I guess I did get a little carried away.

Thanks for being a good friend, Pliny.

-Aww. -And, hey,

looks like you finally caught the 60-pounder.

-Huh? -[chomps]

[chuckles] All right. I think that's enough noodling for today.

-[chomps] -Oh, yeah, a two-dle!

[♪ upbeat music playing]