01x12 - Summer of El Futuro/Summer of Super No Entiendo 64

[bunniefuu]

[♪ 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 ♪

♪ Oye, Primos ♪

♪ Why you all up in my face ♪

♪ Oye, Primos ♪

♪ Get up out my space ♪

♪ 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 ♪

-♪ Yay ♪
-[Tater] ♪ No, come on ♪

♪ Oye, Primos ♪

[grunts in frustration]

[Bud reading]

I say that right?

[♪ pleasant music playing]

[inhales then yawns]

[bubbling]

Morning, garage possum.

-Happy Monday.
-[snarls]

-Oh, it's Thursday?
-[bubbling]

Wait. That means it's time for my first
progress report on the Summer of Tater.

-[bell ringing]
-[Tater gasps]

Oh, there's nothing to report.

My final form is...
[gurgling and mumbling]

[gurgling then grunts]

Let's see now.
Screwdriver, hammer, Tater.

Wrench. Tater?
Oh, hey, sweet po-Tater.

Hey, you see a plunger
in there anywhere?

[gurgling then thuds]

Well, I'll take that
as a no. [chuckles]

You still working
on your summer project, huh?

You figured out your, uh,
whatchamacallit, uh, final form yet?

[echoing scream]

No. No, Father, I have not.

I've wasted two whole weeks and still
have no clue about my future self.

Oh, cheer up, buttercup.

Sounds like you
could use a crystal ball.

I sure could have used one to see your
primos' hair clogging up the pipes.

-That's it.
-That's it.

Oh, you need the plunger too?

What? [toilet flushes] Ugh, no.

I need something that lets me see
into the great beyond.

And once I know
what my final form will be,

I'll know how to get there.

The Tater train
is back on track. Woo-woo!

Oh. Hey, Tatey Bo Beatty.

Did you know your old man
was in a band once?

[mouthing guitar sounds]

[sounds abruptly stop]

[laughing]

[groaning]

[scared moans]

Crystal ba*ls? Pfft!

If you want a real glimpse
of your future...

[whimpering]

-...you need tarot.
-[gasps]

Ooh!

Uh-uh. No peeking.

Pick three.

What do they say?

Patience, seeker.

These cards represent
your past, present and future.

Ooh, it's the hermit.

[hisses]

He represents
your past self of isolation.

-True.
-But that time's over,

now that you've got all us primos.

[laughing]

This is your present.

The fool.

Who you calling fool, fool?

It's not bad, prima.

It just means you don't know
what lies ahead.

-I'm going to find my final form.
-[bird screeching]

Hmm. Very true. Go on.

And this is your future.

Huh. The world card.

You'll come full circle into a future
of completeness and harmony.

So that's it.

That didn't tell me anything
about my final form.

I need specifics.

Tarot is not like that.

Lady finger?

This is no time for hors d'oeuvres.

Argh. There must be
a better way to see into my future.

-Mmm.
-[bird screeching]

There's only one legit way
to see your future.

-M.A.S.H.
-M.A.S.H?

Mansion, apartment,
suite or house.

We'll know your future
right down to where you live.

-Now we're talking.
-Okay.

Tell me when to stop.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just stop!

Okay, carry the four,
but not on a Thursday.

Remove the R. Done!
Amazing, right?

First of all,
you'll live in the mansion.

I will?

Ooh! I'll have a giant library.
Or five. [chuckles]

[Toñita] And you'll be
a pro tiger trainer.

[Tater] Tigers?

[sobbing] My future is everything
I dreamed it would be.

[Toñita] Anyway, mansion,
tiger trainer,

and, uh, oh,
you'll have 15 children.

-[crashing]
-[Tater grunts]

-[babies crying]
-Wait, w-w-what? With who?

[Toñita] Hmm. Let's see.

-You'll have children with...
-[♪ trumpets playing]

[Toñita] The Skid!

Honey! I'm home.

Ah! Home sweet home.

[kissing]

No! I would never!

[distorted] M.A.S.H doesn't lie.

-[echoing] No!
-[laughs]

[♪ sinister music playing]

[exclaims] No way!

That can't be my future.
I won't let it wait. [crying]

Tater, wait.

-It's just a game!
-[door slams]

Whoa. Is she okay?

[babies laughing]

-Can no one see the future for real?
-[person on TV] Oh!

I'm having a vision
about a viewer right now.

You are curious
and a little gassy.

-[all gasping and talking]
-Oh, that's so me.

That's vague enough
to be about any of you.

[all shushing]

Someone's hangry.
Go eat a cookie you rich po-Tater.

-[clunks]
-A cookie.

Mmm. [laughs cunningly]

Gotta be one. A-ha, found you.

The last fortune cookie!

-[♪ intense music playing]
-[cracks]

What? Empty?

What the heck does that mean?

I have no future at all.

[grunting]

I hear existential angst.

If it's a glimpse
of your future you want,

step into my lab and we can
start the assessment.

[Tater] Mmm. Hmm.

Am I a morning person?

I do like breakfast.

That's just question one of 100.
Don't think, answer.

Oh, okay.
Uh, I think I'm done.

-[machines whirring]
-[groaning and screaming]

-Was that part really necessary?
-No.

[automated voice speaking]
Analysis complete.

[together] Excellent.

[automated voice speaking]
Results are inconclusive.

-Huh! Mmm.
-What?

These readings don't point
to any particular future.

[breathing heavily]

No future? [whimpering]

Tater, calm yourself.

Anxiety also impacts
your life expectancy.

Mmm. Yes.

At this rate, you've already
shaved off a whole month.

[laughs maniacally] Who cares about
a month in a futureless lifetime.

I'm down two weeks of summer!

It's like I never
even got off the bus.

[laughing and talking]

-Whatcha drawing, Tater?
-Big plans.

It's time for the Summer of Tater.

A three-part play.

What happened?

Was there something
I didn't plan for?

-[maniacal laughter]
-I didn't plan for the primos.

-But I also didn't plan at all.
-[clock dings]

I just wasted time.

Oh, merman.
Even your majestic--

Hello, world! Present--

This was easier
in my head. Whoa!

-[speaking Spanish]
-[grunting]

The romance award song they wrote
was as good as mine.

-Booya, ba-bam!
-[thuds]

-[whimpering] What?
-[thudding]

-Oh, no.
-[thudding]

A nice small or even
a medium sized dream, just right.

Like Goldilocks.

Maybe dad was right.

I should have dreamed smaller.

[crushing]

Gotta get to my space.

Gotta figure out my final form.

[grunting, sighing]

What's the use?

There's no future
'cause I've wasted my present.

♪ What is all this weight? ♪

♪ Pushing down on me ♪

♪ I don't even care enough
to wanna fight ♪

♪ Heavy in my bones ♪

♪ Just wanna be alone ♪

♪ Keep on sinking down
with no end in sight ♪

♪ I am feeling low,
uncomfortably numb ♪

♪ Lost inside a maze of oblivion ♪

♪ Something in me broke,
emptied me inside ♪

♪ Left me feeling cold
and anesthetized ♪

♪ Something in me broke ♪

♪ Emptied me inside ♪

♪ Left me feeling cold
and anesthetized ♪

Ugh, I feel nothing.

-[squealing and grunting]
-[♪ organ playing softly]

-[door opens]
-[squeals]

Uh, primos. I think I found her.

-Hey, Tater.
-There you are.

We've been looking everywhere.

Are you playing laundry monster?
Can I play too?

Hey, hey.
Let's give her some space.

We noticed you haven't
been your normal, Tatery-self today.

Is everything okay?

Nothing's okay.

I've been thinking about
my future for literal weeks,

and I still don't have a clue
who I'm supposed to be.

Ooh, boy, I'm going to need
a new drain snake.

-I'm never gonna amount to anything.
-Huh?

Prima, no one's future
is set in stone.

I thought I'd always
have to skate in my lucha mask.

Who knows what else
might change?

And you've done so much
this summer already.

[speaking Spanish]
with a knack for helping people.

[speaking Spanish]
and Scooter.

And me. You helped me
learn to like reading.

It's incredible.

You're always there for us, Tater.

A real spot-bud primita.

And you're super organized man.

You made this chore chart
from an upcycled cereal box.

Double props.

Yeah, I did do that.

For you, Tater. A new fortune cookie.

[cracks open]

Wow.

Thanks, primos.

-I got you, bro.
-Don't mention it.

-No sweat, Tater bird.
-It's all you boo.

[garage door opens]

No, no, no.
Little dang button.

-Now you work.
-Hi, tio.

Oh, uh, what? Me?

Oh, um, uh, hi.

Dad, uh, I got an answer
to your question.

You know about my progress
and my final form and everything.

[chuckles] Oh, uh...

Aw, you don't owe me
any explanation, sweet po-Tater.

Now you take
all the time you want.

You're on your own journey.

You're doing good.

-[♪ emotional music playing]
-[sniffles]

[crying] Oh, uh, sorry.

Uh, well, I must
be chopping onions.

[sniffles]

-[♪ triumphant music playing]
-I may not know what the future holds,

but I'll take on
whatever rolls my way.

Hey, boo!

-[kisses]
-[♪ funky music playing]

[screams]

[Nachito reading]

[Tater] Wow, diary.

It's like everything is the same

and yet everything is so different.

I used to see my primos as obstacles,
always getting in my way.

But, the way they were there for me
during my [chuckles]

itsy, bitsy, um,
full-on existential meltdown. [chuckles]

[automated voice reading]

[Tater] Well, what's the opposite
of an obstacle?

An asset? A power up?

I'm seeing them
in a new light!

Come join us, Tater.

-Coming!
-[scribbling]

Booth reserved!

Now let's see what games
are left for me to...

Slay! [laughs maniacally]

No, no, no, no.

Oh!

Eh, I can make this work.

[groans]

[laughing maniacally]

Oh, no. I know that laugh.

Get mashed Tater.

[automated voice reading]

[laughs wickedly]

Mmm-mmm-mmm. [farts]

[gasps and grunts]

Ugh. Who's he?

Tater's sworn enemy from next door.

The Skid.

-Ride's taken poo-Tater.
-[screaming]

Heh. Poo-Tater.
That's a good one.

Argh!

-I'll take you down. Once and for all!
-[Lita] Pizza's ready.

[all exclaiming]

Oh, pizza.

You're saved by the bell...

-pepper.
-[comedic drum roll]

-Huh?
-Gah! You don't deserve my puns.

I'll take you down another day.

[in sing-song voice]
It's pizza time.

Come on, primos.
I reserved our booth. [grunts]

-Ah-ha!
-Huh?

This is the Malfeos booth now.

[automated voice reading]

-[video game sounds]
-But that's our booth.

Ugh! Is this bell pepper?

-[video game sounds]
-But that's our pizza.

We were never
going to tip. [chuckles]

But now,
we want our money back.

-[video game sounds]
-But that comes out of Lita's paycheck.

Wow, some loser
left their diary in our booth

and look, it's got a page
for kissing practice.

Ah-ha!

[wails] But that's my diary!

[alarm buzzing]

[laughs mischievously]
Kiss this.

[gasps]

-[video game sounds]
-[grunts]

[thuds]

[automated voice reading]

[groans]

[whining]

-[Nachito screaming] No!
-[gasps]

Nachito? What's wrong?

[speaking Spanish]
is missing.

I must have left it
at Quakey's yesterday.

No sweat.
Let's go get it back.

-[splat]
-[The Skid laughs mischievously]

You just got Skidmarked.
[laughing]

Ugh. Not The Skid again.

-Just don't look at him.
-But he's got [speaking Spanish]

[laughs wickedly]

-Finders keepers, Humphrey's weepers.
-[smack]

-[splat]
-Ugh!

Hey! Give back
Nachito's hockey stick.

Ow! Huh?

[Tater reading]

-[chuckles]
-[smack]

-[all exclaiming]
-[splattering]

[laughs maniacally]

[sighs wearily]

We need to get Nachito's
[in Spanish] back from The Skid.

But how?

Knock on his door
and ask nicely?

Get our lawyer involved.

[chomps wildly]

-Heck, yes!
-[laughs wickedly] Destruction.

-[board screeching]
-[all groaning]

[army drum roll]

No, no and no.

[chomps and spits]

I've battled The Skid
countless times. [chomps]

You don't know
the enemy like I do. [chomps]

But more importantly,
he doesn't know you.

You all have skills
you can use against him.

[all talking]

All you need is a player one.

A command-Tater to control...
er, guide your moves.

Moi.

Let's show The Skid
that when you mess with one primo,

-you mess with all of us!
-[♪ inspirational music playing]

[all cheering]

The game is...

[Tater reading]

First up is Nacho Grande.

-[shouts then grunts]
-[both] Vamos.

[laughs]

[both punching]

[shouting and punching]

Who's got four thumbs
and is great at punching?

[together] These guys.

[grunts] Gotta reload.

Now's our chance. Double jump.

Double what?

No! Not the flowers.

[thuds]

-My allergies.
-[both sneeze]

Get out of there.
You're weak to pollen.

[automated voice reading]

[mocking and laughing]

[groans] Next up.

She's a little cooky
and a lot lot spooky.

It's... Ms. Lotlot!

-Lotlot, Lotlot, Lotlot...
-Booya, ba-bam. Booya, ba-bam.

-Uh-oh.
-Booya, ba-bam!

-Booya, ba-bam!
-[video game dings]

[automated voice reading]

-[laughs wickedly]
-Lotlot, Lotlot...

Booya, ba-- What?

[Lotlot] I'm melting. I'm melting.

[automated voice reading]

[Tater reading]

Ugh! Darn his poetry skills.

Go! T-Sisters.

[automated voice reading]

-[T-Sisters yell]
-[automated voice reading]

You just got chonied.

[groaning]

[screams] It got in my mouth.

[automated voice reading]

Do-de-do.

Dad, go away. I'm wired in.

But I'm thirsty.

And I'm defending
our family's honor.

Tater. Oh!

[automated voice reading]

[chomping]
It's time to call on science.

[zaps]

You sure this portal thingy's
safe little sis?

There's a 99.97%
chance of survival.

I'm gonna test it out, just in case.

-[sizzles]
-[screams]

[groaning]

-I miscalculated.
-[automated voice reading]

My favorite wacky sack.

[automated voice reading]

Argh! Whatever. I've got more primos.
Go, Lita. Go.

[shouting then groaning]

[automated voice reading]

-[Tater] Come on, Scooter.
-Ahhh!

[automated voice reading]

[Tater] ChaCha!

-[automated voice reading]
-ChaCha.

[chomping then grunting]

Okay, don't rage quit, Tater.

There's still one primo left.

Lucita, I choose you.

Huh?

-Lucita?
-[all mumbling]

Oh, no! She's gone rouge.

-[knocks on door]
-[door opens]

What do you want?

Buenas t*rd, senor El Skid.

Could you please return Nachito's
hockey stick? Thank you.

No, no, no, no, no.
That's not gonna work.

He's resistant to politeness.

Oh, sure. [chuckles]
It's right this way.

[evil laughter]

[door closes]

[automated voice reading]

No!

[sighs wearily] I can't believe
this guy is so tough to beat.

Our best attacks are no match.

Gosh. Sorry, Tate.

That dweeb is O.P.

Is this game over, man?

Uh-uh. It's not game over.

There's still one character
I haven't played.

-Garage possum?
-No Nachito.

I mean me.

[automated voice speaking]
New player unlocked.

I'm the one who knows The Skid.

I'm the one who should've gone in
to rescue your [speaking Spanish].

And I'm the one
who's gonna bring

-the Booya, ba-bam!
-[cat screeching]

All right, guys.

One, two... [screams]

-[thuds]
-[groans]

-Go, Tater. Go.
-Go get him, Tater.

-[panting]
-[grunts and coughs]

I don't mind breathing pollen.

-[panting]
-[water splashing]

I don't mind getting wet.

[panting then grunting]

[retching] I mind this a lot actually,

but I gotta keep going.

[grunting and thudding]

[screams then thuds] Ow!

[growling]

You gotta be skidding me.

You've been a thorn
in my side for years.

But now, you've crossed the line.

No one messes with my primos.

And it's game over for The Skid.

-No, it's not.
-But I beat all your levels.

-No, you didn't.
-But I did.

I defeated the avocados,
the flowers, the hose, the clothes line.

I got to the final level, I won.

You lost and-- Huh?

Me-he-he-he-he. [grunting]

And now you're running away.

Curse my tendency
to monologue.

-[Lucita] Tater, help me!
-Lucita!

-[door slams]
-I'm here to save you?

-[♪ gamer music playing]
-Oh, I'm fine.

But my team needs a healer.

Maybe you can help me.

Oh, uh, but where's the palo?

I'm sorry, Tater. But the
[speaking Spanish] is in another castle.

The Skid took it to Quakey's
for the final showdown.

Oh! It's on.

[automated voice reading]

[laughing]

Bet I could hold on
longer than you can.

Are you ready, Tater One?

This round is for
the whole pizza pie.

Oh, I'm ready.

I'm ready to take down
The Skid once and for all.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[automated voice reading]

[laughing maniacally, grunts]

-[shouting]
-[bell dings]

-[electricity buzzing]
-[♪ dramatic music playing]

[shouting]

[shouting]

[all exclaiming and cheering]

[cheering subsides]

[mechanical squeaking]

[clears throat]

-Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! This is a fighter!
-[horse neighing]

You actually think this is fun?

Wait! Oh, no.

I'm out of quarters?

Ooh! Now the game gets interesting.

-[all gasping]
-Is this the end of primo pizza Hour?

No! I can't let my primos
down like this.

[laughs maniacally]

[Nachito] Here, Tater.

Take my quarter.

Thank you for fighting so hard to get
[speaking Spanish] back.

-Yeah, we got your back, prima.
-That's right.

-[Lita] We're all behind you, Tater.
-[Lucita] Till the end.

[Scooter] Yeah.

Well, that's one thing
you'll never have, Skiddo.

What? Hey, wait a minute.

-[Tater] Amazing...
-[groaning]

-[Tater] Primos...
-[groaning]

-[Tater] Like...
-[groaning]

-[Tater] Mine!
-[groaning]

Ugh! No!
The Skid can't lose. [grunts]

First time for everything.

[neighing distorts and stops]

[automated voice reading]

[all cheering]

Yay! [speaking Spanish]

-Celebration pizzas are on me!
-[all cheering]

Wait. Actually,
I ran out of quarters.

Anyone got money?

[mumbling]

Oh, we spent it all on the ride.

Wanna go eat free parmesan
and red pepper flake packets?

[all talking together]

Who says you need a pizza to have
a primo pizza hour anyway?

[♪ closing theme music playing]