Original subtitles

[whirring]

[squeaks]

[toilet flushing]

Dr. Lullah, Dr. Lullah, Dr. Lullah!

How do you keep breaking in here?

The sewer system. But, Dr. Lullah,

we found you something really big!

Okay, bring her in!

It's a wet pile of trash on my floor.

[whirring]

Oh, [chuckles], it's not wet trash.

It's your mail.

And you're very popular!

Not my mail. This mail's for the hot bot.

And you, don't come back without that trophy.

[squid growling]

-[engine revving] -[tires screeching]

[clanging]

[all gasping]

What are you doing?

Mailbags like this wash up on my shore

every couple of months.

I've tried returning them, hucking them into the ocean,

but they always come right back.

So now I just burn them.

[clanging]

Shouldn't you deliver them?

-[kids gasping] -Deliver them?

They're undeliverable.

The address just says "Forbidden Bog."

You can check the rest if you like.

They're all the same.

Besides, Hot Bot's gotta eat too.

[clanging]

[gasps, exclaims]

If you won't deliver this letter, I will.

[kids] Ooh!

Shut up.

You wanna deliver the mail?

Be my-- [grunts]

Be my guest.

But it'll likely be the last thing you ever do.

No one comes back from the Bog.

I appreciate your concern, Doctor.

But the promise of the post is sacred.

"Neither snow nor rain

nor heat nor gloom of night

stays these couriers from the swift completion

of their appointed rounds."

Francis, your special interest is beautiful.

If you seek the glory of the post,

you need only follow me

to The Forbidden Bog.

[cheering]

I've never seen Francis this worked up!

I've never been this worked up!

[door slams]

[♪ adventurous music playing]

Personally, I like postcards.

Birthday cards with money in 'em.

[both] Catalogs for me! [gasping]

Those are all pretty good.

But the best mail is electronic.

I'm talkin' about email.

Yeah, we know what email is.

Then you're gonna love this.

When we get there, I'm gonna blow the bog's mind

by installing this modem.

[eagle screeches]

[sarcastically] Oh, no. Your modem.

Don't worry. There's a lot more

where that came from. [grunts]

[kids cheering]

[chanting] Mail! Mail!! Mail!

-[cheering stops] -[all] Oh...

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[wind blowing]

Snow.

Uh, Francis? This actually looks

-kinda dangerous-- -[grunts]

Yeah. And Larry's wearing a bathing suit.

[teeth chattering]

Come on, guys. Eyes on the prize.

It'll all be worth it when we get a huge reward.

What do they give for delivering mail

these days, anyway?

Delivering the mail is its own reward.

What? There's no reward?

How do we even know that thing's worth delivering?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on a second.

"Worth delivering"?

Did the Pony Express care

if the mail was "worth delivering"

when they were getting shot at by bandits?

-Probably? -No.

Did Armando, my mailman,

care if the mail was worth delivering

when he was getting chased by my cousin Snake's snake?

No! He just delivered it!

Today, we join a rich and noble tradition

of mail carriers.

Now let's get on that ice and...

-[engine revving] -[♪ upbeat music playing]

[all gasping]

Pliny! The sea turtles are hatching

and they are chunky.

Oh, my gosh.

What? Where are you going?

What happened to joining a rich tradition?

You guys are joining a rich tradition.

I just gotta go see these turtles.

-[engine revving] -Whoo!

The journey continues.

[♪ adventurous music playing]

-[ice shatters] -[all screaming]

[screaming continues]

[all grunting]

[Larry grunts]

[splashing]

Rain.

[snaps]

Ah! [grunts]

[coughing] Oh...

Let's open it real quick. We should at least know

why we're all getting rained on.

-No. -Sara's got a point.

What if we're risking our Larrys for nothing?

It's a federal crime to open someone else's mail.

There are no cops in the bog!

Who would report us?

Me.

I would report us.

Ugh.

[♪ adventurous music playing]

[whooshing]

Larry!

Whoa! Whoa! [laughs] Whoa.

Hold on, man. I gotcha! [grunts]

[grunting]

[Larry chuckling]

Larry! You okay?

[Larry chuckles] Yeah.

-[whispers] Was it fun? -[Larry] Yeah.

Okay, um, Larry's pretty banged up!

-But don't worry. -[grunts]

I'll hang back with him.

-We can wait. -[Chip] No, no.

Go on. We'll keep the fountains occupied

so you can escape.

Feel better, Larry.

[both chuckling]

-[whooshing] -[Chip screaming]

Is yours hot?

[♪ wild west music playing]

Heat.

[both groaning]

[groaning]

[groaning continues]

[panting]

Open it.

Open it, Sara.

-Huh? -[Merian] Sara?

Who are you talking to?

Uh, um, no one.

-N... Nothing. -Open it.

-[Sara yelling] -[Merian grunts]

No, don't.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[exclaims]

-[grunts] -[steam hissing]

Ooh, that's nice.

Sara, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I just got a little hot. [exhales]

-Let's get you out of there. -No, no.

Go on without me. I'm just gonna chill in here

until my brain uncooks itself.

[Francis] Feel better, Sara.

-[rumbling] -Huh?

[muffled screaming]

-[plant burps] -[Sara groans]

-Gloom of night. -Cave.

Uh, gloom. Gloom cave.

[low growling]

What is that?

Ow! [groaning]

Ow! It's too dark!

We can't even see where we're going!

There are places more dark than this place.

Why... would you say that?

-[growling] -[shrieks]

Uh-oh.

[sneezing]

Oh, no.

Sneezing. Watery eyes.

There's a dog. I'm allergic to dog dander!

-[growling] -[screaming]

I mean, I really don't wanna nitpick

but the oath didn't say anything about dogs.

There. That's the way out.

But I didn't see the guard dog.

Well, according to my hives, it's very close.

[gasps] Wait a second, they're on the move.

[gasps] It's that way!

Or... that way.

[growling]

[barking]

[both screaming]

-[grunts] -[barking]

[Merian panting]

[both screaming]

[barking]

[Merian screams]

[barking]

[panting]

[wheezing]

This letter.

Maybe it is undeliverable.

But the promise of the post is sacred.

Why is this so important to you?

[Francis] One time, I received a letter, and...

[♪ triumphant music playing]

...it was nice.

-[♪ music stops] -[sniffling]

I understand now.

[barking]

We're getting out of this cave.

-But how? -Let me worry about that.

Now go!

Deliver the mail, you fool!

Merian!

-[Merian] Hey, Bog-- [grunts] -[panting]

Hey, Bog Dog! You want me?

Come and get me--

[grunts, groans]

-[growling] -[Merian screaming]

-[cooing] -[panting]

You go...

deliver... the mail.

[panting]

[Francis] "Forbidden Bog."

That's the place.

[wind blowing]

[lights clicking]

-[creature] Huh? -Uh...

[creature grunting]

This is for you.

[creature groaning]

Hmm!

Oh, no, thank you.

Delivering the mail is its own reward.

[souls screaming]

[creature grunting]

-[rumbling] -[alarm beeping]

-[grunting continues] -[fireworks crackling]

[creature yelling] Whoo-hoo!

[dings]

[♪ melancholy music playing]

[reading]

Aw. That's nice.

[footsteps approaching]

-[thuds] -[all gasping]

[♪ triumphant music playing]

Francis! What happened?

I delivered the mail.

[♪ theme music playing]