01x14 - Summer of Imi-Tater/Summer of Ignacio

[bunniefuu]

[opening theme music playing]

-[cat snarling]
-[dogs barking]

♪ 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 Tonita ♪

♪ Scooter, Lotlot and Gordita ♪

♪ Nachito, ChaCha and Cookita ♪

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

[chorus] ♪ Oye, Primos ♪

[grunts in frustration]

[Nellie reading]

In the beginning, there was darkness.

Then, there was me, Nellie,

the one and only.

-And, huh?
-[rumbling]

Blah, blah, blah...

And Tater.
There's always been Tater.

Pay attention to me!

[Nellie yelping]

-[laughs mischievously]
-[all] Tater, we love you!

And now there's
even more people here to focus on Tater.

I've got a genius idea.

[blabbering]

[Nellie] Normally, I don't get angry.

[exhales]

I've learned how to tune it out.

But today, Tater went too far.

[narrator] Previously on Cake Island...

Love works in mysterious ways.

[mimicking] "Love works
in mysterious ways."

-[all laughing]
-Nice one.

And if she turns out to be a cake,

it'll be the true test of our love.

[chomps]

Or the true test of your stupidity.

-[all laughing]
-Nellie, you're so extra.

And you're incredible at impressions.

Thanks, whatever your name is.

Uh... It's Nachito.

[Nellie] That can't be right.
That's that guy's name.

[all laughing]

[speaking Spanish]

We're both named after our dad, duh.

So there's three nachos? Why?

Was there a special,

"Get three nachos for the price of one?"

[all laughing]

Yeah, you got us.

Aw. Classic Nellie.

[Nellie] Thanks, whatever your name is.

JK. I know your name.

It's Pooter.

-[all laughing]
-Pooter, like poo.

You're so weird, Nellie.

-I love it!
-[Tater] Oh-h*, Primos.

Oh! There's Tater.

She always knows my name.

Tater is here...

and I have a problem.

Ugh! You can say that again.

A money problem.

See, I need some cash to...

Tuning out in three, two, one.

Tuning out.

Blah, blah, blah... My final form.

Blah, blah, blah... Raise some money.

Blah, blah, blah... I need your help!

Yeah, yeah.

Tater always has some big idea
that she needs help with.

But today, maybe I can
be the one with the big idea.

You know, if you wanna make money,

we should run a lemonade stand.

Nellie, you interrupted me.

Sheesh!

Now, where was I? Ah, yes!

I was about to have a giant idea!

A truly ingenious idea!

-A classic summertime activity idea!
-[grunts]

We should sell...

lemonade at a homemade
lemonade stand!

I just said that.

[all cheering]

Everyone needs to hydrate in this heat.

Way to capitalize on supply and demand,
Tater-gator.

That's suspiciously business
savvy advise, Cousin Bud.

But you're right.

Primos, assemble!

[all cheering]

[coughs] Yep, it's always about Tater.

Fine.

[inhales and exhales]

I don't care. I'm not angry.

-I just need some tea.
-[whistling]

Oh, don't let that whistle.

I don't need their attention
or anyone's attention.

[slurping] Ah!

I'm fine.

[fire whooshes]

[screams]

[grunts]

I'm not angry.

I'm making diamonds deep inside.

[primal growling]

-[chattering indistinctly]
-Hmm... Distraction.

-What's that?
-[whirring and thudding]

And done.

This was totally my idea.

I am an ingenious genius.

Yeah. You're incredible, prima.

So that's why your hair is so big.

It's full of ideas.

[chuckles softly]
Say more things like that.

[groaning]

Tater's all pleased with herself.

Look at that chick.
Just sitting there, scratching her nose,

thinking she's so cool.

Someone needs to knock her down a peg.

[laughs mischievously]

And that someone is me.

Guess I know what I'm doing today.

[laughs wickedly]

All right, Primos,

keep those lemons a comin'!

And make sure "Tater"
is the biggest thing on the sign.

It was my idea after all.

-[whistles]
-Huh?

"Tater 2.0!"

Why, hello there, former Tater.

Nellie? [grumbles] What the heck?

I'm not Nellie. I'm Tater 2.0!

And I'm selling discount lemonade.

Two for the price of one!

That's right, folks.
If you want refreshments,

look no further than Tater 2.0's

-ingenious lemonade.
-[man exclaims]

Former Tater was selling it
at market price.

But here at Tater 2.0's,

you get two lemonades
for the price of one.

Come one, come all.

Booyah! Bite it, former Tater.

[sighs softly] Ignore her, Primos.

She's just trying to get attention.

[Nellie] Correction.

I "am" getting attention.

Huzzah for Tater 2.0!

We were craving refreshment.

Step right up.

Tater 2.0's got it ice-cold to go.

[all cheering]

Huh. This is really gonna
affect your bottom line, Tater-gator.

Thank you, CB. [chomps]

Hey, Nellie!

I'm not Nellie. I'm Tater.

No, you're not, you copycat!

[both] I'm the only
ingenious genius around here!

[gasps]

Whoever you are, you can't do that.

Can't do what?

This! It's my thing.

You're just an imitator!

Sorry, former Tater.

Proofs in the lemonade pudding, pudding.

[gasping]

♪ Don't call me an imitator ♪

♪ No! ♪

-♪ That's not what I came to do ♪
-♪ Nuh-uh ♪

♪ I'm faster, louder, stronger, greater ♪

-♪ Yay ♪
-♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ I do Tater better than you do ♪

♪ Tater's gonna Tater whatever
but look I'm Tat-ing better ♪

♪ I'm the greater lemonader ♪

♪ Primo dictator, et cetera ♪

♪ Just look at us ♪

♪ So fabulous can't get enough ♪

♪ I'm glowing up I'm getting love ♪

♪ Nellie, see you later ♪

♪ Now I'm Tater 2.0
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Human generator ♪

[all cheering]

♪ I am all
"Get up and go" oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ It feels good, don't it
All that good energy? ♪

♪ And all the Primos
now they're all now looking up to me ♪

♪ Nellie, see you later ♪

♪ Now I'm Tater 2.0
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

[straining] Huh?

Lemonade, comin' right up.

You back-stabbing Primos!

Uh, Tater.
After careful consideration,

we have decided to... pivot.

Et tu, suspiciously
business savvy Cousin Bud?

Aw! Booyah, boo-hoo.

You know what?
I don't need extra help.

I can do ingenious business
even at your dinky stand.

Well, then I'm gonna take your stand!

Fine by me. Huh?

Well, well, well.
What do we have here?

Attention, folks!
There's a new item on the menu.

For 10 cents,
I'll read an extra juicy line from...

[gasps] She wouldn't.

...my own diary.

[exclaims]

Time for a dramatic reading.

"Oh, Diary,
I wonder what it would look like

"if my butt was where my face is."

[all gasping and laughing]

Thank you, patrons.

Booyah! Taking a bow.

[all laughing]

[sighs sadly] Am I just
a big joke to you all?

Oh, Tater. No.

Though you gotta admit,

that's a pretty incredible impression.

It's better than an impression.

She is a better me than me.

-No, you're not.
-Tater.

Nellie's just joking around.

"Just joking"?

-[creaking]
-[Tater whining]

Aw! Tater, do you need to be oiled up?

-Yes! I do!
-[exclaims]

Come on, everyone.
Make sure Tater gets what she needs.

[Nellie] "Just joking."

They think I'm just a big joke.

[speaking Spanish]

[whistles] Hey, everyone.

Look at me.

I'm the ultimate version of Tater.

And Tater 2.0 is so deluxe

she has no need for Former Tater's

thoughts, memories,
and dumb little poems.

This extra acidic lemon concentrate

should do the trick.

[gurgles and sizzles]

This should be quick and painless.

Uh, I don't think she's joking.

Nellie, how could you?

There's other ways to deal
with your anger, Nellie.

I'm not Nellie and I'm not angry.

Then why are you doing this?

Can't hear you! Tuning you out.

Don't destroy
Tater's personal thoughts...

blah, blah, blah...

-In three...
-[all] Tater... Tater...

Two...

[whistling]

[all] Tater... Tater...

One.

-[all] Tater... Tater...
-[whistling]

Me, me, me. It's all about me.

[groans] Tater, Tater, Tater!

Everyone always thinks about Tater!

[screaming] What about me?

[car alarms honking]

[speaking Spanish]

Huh? I feel so much lighter.

I guess I was, kind of, angry.

Mmm-hmm.
Venting is like pooping for you soul.

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

Nellie, why were you mad at me?

You ignored me back there, and...

it hurt my feelings.

Why didn't you just tell me?

I didn't wanna admit it.

Well, I can't read your mind.

You always act like
everything's all right,

then you just put on your
headphones and meditate.

You know that's what I do?

Hello? You sleep in
the bunk right over mine.

I know all of your habits.

Look, I document it all.

[thuds]

Wow! It's all here.

"Something cool I learned about Nellie."

All my likes and dislikes.

Yeah. See?

And there's a speech for when I win

the Nobel Peace Prize. [chuckles]

See who I thank?

It's me!

Duh. You're my sister.

The yin to my yang.

My grounded wing-woman.

-We're gonna be together forever.
-[Nellie] Aw!

Someone has been paying attention.

-[both sigh]
-[sizzling]

This is incredibly painful.

Ah, much better.

Sorry, sis.

I'm glad I didn't destroy your diary.

[chuckling] Yeah. You need
to learn how to express your feelings

before you go destroying things.

Exactemente. Sheesh, Nellie.
You're so weird.

Aw. Well, I may be weird... [sniffs]

...but I'm also rich, baby!

Paletas on me!

[all] All is forgiven!

[Big Nacho reading]

[sighing] Aye, Carmela.

These Cake Island guys
make love look so easy.

Guess it must be easy
when you're swole.

[sighs] I'll never look like that.

Even worse, I've lied
about myself to suit Carmela.

And now she wants to meet?

[in deep voice] Carmela, it is I, Ignacio.

Oh, I'm such a phony!

What was I thinking?

I'll always just be gassy old Big Nacho,

not the man she deserves.

[singing in Spanish]

♪ Like a Cake Island guy ♪

[continues singing in Spanish]

♪ My pen pal de la escuela ♪

[kisses]

♪ But now she's
Oh, so much mas ♪

♪ I'm not man enough ♪

♪ No, I'm boyish and shy ♪

♪ Not a swaggy tough guy ♪

♪ Mi amor will see through Ignacio ♪

-[farts]
-Aye! No.

♪ I've no style ♪

♪ No finesse ♪

♪ I'm tongue tied I'm a mess ♪

♪ Ways to not end up so low ♪

♪ Big Nacho, adios ♪

[crying]

[chuckles mischievously]

Tater! How much did you hear?

I heard it all!

You write to your Carmela as Ignacio.

And now, she wants to meet IRL

but you're afraid you won't
live up to what you wrote.

Yup. You pretty much heard everything.

I know! [laughs]

It has all the makings
of a classic romance.

Love, deception,

-and the postal service.
-[laughs sarcastically]

No offense, Small fry,
but what do you know about romance?

I've read enough Romancimorphs
to know that the key to true love is...

being yourself.

Be myself? Poot-sis and all?

Well, no. Gusty pants equals no romance.

But you have tons of other
great qualities to show off.

[gasps] And I could help.

In fact, maybe this
could be my final form.

Tater matchmaking mastermind!

I'll plan the perfect date.
Carmela will be so impressed

she'll forget all about
that Ignacio guy from your letters.

Uh? Mmm-hmm?

What will it cost me?

-You can thank me in the wedding speech.
-[chuckles]

Wow, carnalito!

Your muscles are looking
extra incredible today.

And you smell like a powerful tree.

Gracias, carnalito, I think.

Ready, Big Nach?

Today we'll be highlighting

four of your best qualities,
starting with...

-Your incredible strength.
-Correct.

And then your incredible kindness
and then singing,

and then, first aid skills.

I have first aid skills?

You will after today.

Oh, what if I mess something up?

I thought I was just
supposed to be myself.

Okay. I might have gotten fancy
with the first aid skills.

But you're gonna be great.

All you gotta do is stick to my schedule.

Just take a deep breath
and relax, hermanote.

[inhales]

[exhales]

[farts] Ah!

Uh... Relaxation equals poots.

All right. Big Nacho is in position.

Carmela should be arriving

-in three, two, one.
-[exhales and sniffs]

Uh... Hi, Carmela.

Hi, Ignacio.

You look just like your picture.

Oh, um... Actually...
[clears throat]

you can call me Big Nacho.

Everyone else does.

Oh, cool. I love nachos.

[stammers] I mean, like...
As friends or maybe something more?

-[chuckles nervously]
-[laughs sheepishly]

Good. Initial contact established.

Main issue resolved.

On to the next item of business,

Big Nacho's big strength.

[both chuckle]

[both straining]

[clanging]

Quick! Someone hunky
stop that runaway statue!

[straining]

Stage one, complete.

[panting]

Dang! Nice one.
Wait, are you into weight-lifting too?

Wait. You lift?

Only the heavy stuff.

What do you bench?

[chuckles softly]

Okay. Let's keep it moving.

Time to show off
Big Nacho's big kindness.

-[bell dinging]
-Ah! And there's our special guest.

[creaking]

Hector is right on schedule.

All right, Nachito. You're on.

[speaking Spanish]

How I wish I could buy a paleta.

But I spent all my money
at the hospital store.

[crying]

Aw! That poor little kid.

[softly] Big Nacho, that's your cue.

[cawing]

Oh, right. The plan.

I will buy you a paleta,
complete stranger.

Aw! How generous.

A free paleta? Gracias, Hector.

Gah! Curse Hector's generosity.

At least I have a backup plan.

-[Tater cawing]
-Oh, right. Backup plan.

[chuckles softly] Uh, Carmela.
Can I buy you a paleta?

No, thank you.
They make my braces all tingly.

She's not supposed to say that.

-That's not in the backup plan.
-Oh, yeah.

I forgot it was like that
when I had braces too.

Oh. A fellow brace-face, huh?

Ever get anything grody stuck in them?

You don't even know. One time,
I was eating an elote and...

What is he doing?

I gotta get this train back on track.

Ooh! It's already time
for the train part?

Chugga-chugga-chito!

Uh-huh. Not yet.

First, we're gonna make this canary sing

with a little help from
a little baby. [laughs]

[baby crying]

Seriously, it smelt so bad
I could almost taste it.

Please help, oh,
magnanimous stranger.

My baby brother won't stop crying.

I would sing him a lullaby to calm him,

but alas... [in raspy voice]
I have laryngitis.

No problem, Small fry--

I mean, small ma'am. [clears throat]

[vocalizing]

Uh, wait a minute.
Before you burst into song,

maybe we should help
find these kids' parents instead.

Oh, yeah. That makes a lot more sense.

What? No, it doesn't.

Sing, my angel of music.

Uh... I'm gonna go find
an information desk.

Uh, wait.

Forget the singing.

I got it from here, prima.

"Prima?" This girl's your cousin?

This girl speaks Spanish?

Well, anyway. Sing to me!

[splashes]

-[baby crying]
-[crackling]

Gah! [sighs] My baby.

[groans softly]

What's going on here?

I can explain.

This is my little cousin, Tater.

And that's Nachito, my brother.

Hi, hermanote.

I'm sorry.
They just wanted to tag along.

"Tag along"?

Oh-h*. It's really nice of you
to let them.

But, um, I was hoping today
could just be, you know, us.

[both sigh]

Well, sorry, sweetie.
But this date doesn't happen without me.

Oh, yes, it does.

Why don't you go play with Nachito,
small fry.

That's "small ma'am" to you!

So did I just hear her call this a date?

Well, it is, isn't it?

[both sigh and chuckle]

So we're just "little cousins"
tagging along

when we're bustin' our butts

to make sure Nachomela happens!

-But...
-But he thinks he knows better.

-Exactly. The ingratitude.
-But...

But you're right.

We can't abandon him
even if he abandons us.

-We stick to the plan.
-But...

But nothing!

It's train time.

Ooh! Chugga-chugga-chito!

-[blows whistle]
-[screaming] All aboard!

So you flip the track switch
while I distract the conductor.

-[laughs mischievously]
-[horn blaring]

Then, we'll put this train
into overdrive! [laughs]

And send her straight for
the fancy Kupcaques store. [laughs]

-[people screaming]
-[horn blaring]

[crashes]

[Tater] The horrendous crash
causes dozens of boo-boos and ouchies!

Who will save us?

Ooh! Big Nacho,
is there anything you can't do?

[vocalizing "Here Comes the Bride"]

Okay, Nachito. It's showtime.

No! I won't do it.

But it's the plan.

Big Nacho doesn't need
to make Carmela like him.

I think she already does.

I think my 500-plus hours
of reading Romancimorphs

says otherwise.

This isn't Romancimorphs.

It's our beloved Big Nacho.

[speaking Spanish]

Well, that's not gonna stop me
'cause I didn't understand it.

[train chugging and crashing]

Who needs Nachito?

I can flip the track switch myself.

[laughs] They'll thank me later!
Whoo-hoo!

See? They're married!

I'm a matchmaking mastermind!

I know Tater couldn't be here tonight

because of her duties
as Madam President of the Universe.

But Carmela and I want
to thank her most of all.

'Cause Tater taught me
the key to true love...

[echoing] was being my true self.

[Tater] What am I doing?

I gotta stop this thing!

-[creaking]
-[straining]

[groans]

[panting]

[both] Hmm? Hmm.

-There you are!
-Shh! Don't let them see you!

I'm glad you're letting
Big Nacho be himself.

Yeah! You were right, Nachito.

Look how happy he is!

Aw! I don't think
I've ever seen him so relaxed.

[stomach rumbling]

[together] Relaxation equals poots!

[farts]

-What do we do?
-Panic!

[Tater] Everyone, evacuate the area.

There's been a natural gas leak.

No one has dealt it even if you smelt it!

[laughs]

Is that the best you can do?

[grunts and farts]

[both laughing and farting]

They're made for each other! [laughs]

Today, I learned that sometimes

you gotta let love blossom on its...

[groans]

[both laughing and farting]

[♪ closing theme music playing]