01x14 - Call of the Siren/Jamal's Jam

[bunniefuu]

(alarm ringing)

-Firebuds

-Let's roll!

If you need a helping hand

Or need a helping wheel ♪

The Firebuds are here for you ♪

Just listen to our sirens squeal ♪

On your block or on the town

There's nothin' we won't do ♪

To help our friends and neighbors out ♪

We're coming through our rescue crew! ♪

Let's roll, let's roll, Firebuds ♪

We're grabbin' our gear

We're hittin' the road ♪

Let's roll, let's roll, Firebuds ♪

We're savin' the day ♪

We're crackin' the code ♪

If someone gets into a fix ♪

That's when we get Into the mix ♪

Let's roll, let's roll, Firebuds ♪

Firebuds, let's roll! ♪

Bo and Flash, Jayden, Piston ♪

Violet, Axl, yeah, that's our team! ♪

We're best Firebuds forever ♪

-Here we come ♪

-And here's our theme! ♪

Let's roll, let's roll, Firebuds ♪

We're grabbin' our gear

We're hittin' the road ♪

Let's roll, let's roll, Firebuds ♪

We're savin' the day

We're crackin' the code ♪

When trouble comes around the bend ♪

On us, you know you can depend ♪

Let's roll, let's roll, Firebuds ♪

Firebuds, let's roll! ♪

Let's roll, let's roll, Firebuds ♪

Firebuds, let's roll! ♪

AXL: "Call of the Siren"

BO: Ooh, cool Car-nicorn kite, Violet.

VIOLET: Your dragon kite

is pretty sweet, too, Bo.

JAYDEN: Here comes the J-Kite!

ALL: All right! Whoo!

-Yeah! Let's go!

-(laughs)

Okay, looking good, everyone.

Now let's pack up and

head over to the Kite Festival

before it gets too crowded.

Way to think ahead, Axl.

Jayden, your kite won't fit in my trunk.

P, I thought ahead, too.

All right, let's roll, Firebuds.

Nothing can stop us now.

-(tires screech)

-(cars honk)

Except traffic.

I wonder what the hold-up is.

(quacking)

(sighs) We're never gonna get

to Motopolis Park going this slow.

We just have to be

patient and wait, Flash.

(siren wails)

Sirens. Better pull over, Firebuds.

Why aren't Carlos and Khalil pulling over?

I don't know, we should go check on them.

Where's everyone going?

Well, Khalil, sirens mean

there's an emergency

and first responders

need to get somewhere fast.

So when you hear them,

you have to pull over

to the side of the road

-and let them through.

-I can do that.

Can you do that now?

Oh, right, I'm gonna be the best

pull-over-er from now on!

(siren wails)

Hey, Dad! What's going on?

Oh, hey there, Axl!

Yeah, this car got in a little accident

so I'm bringin' him to the hospital.

Ugh. Well, at least my kite's okay.

It's gonna win Best Kite Trophy

at the festival.

If I get fixed in time.

Ah, I'll get ya patched up

in no time, buddy.

See ya later, kiddos.

(siren wails)

Oh, my hoodness, his bumper!

He's probably gonna need that.

Got it.

But how am I gonna get it back to him?

Axl, you're an ambulance.

-Use your sirens.

-Really?

You think it's okay?

Bringing a bumper to the hospital

so emergency mechanics can re-attach it?

Definitely an emergency.

They're right, Axl.

Light 'em up. We got a bumper to deliver.

(siren wails)

I'm pulling over, see?

-(siren continues)

-'Scuse me! Comin' thru!

Emergency!

Of course, go right ahead.

That's the exit for the hospital!

On it!

-Mom!

-Dad!

His bumper fell off on the freeway.

(gasps) I didn't even notice it was gone.

-Thank you!

-(chuckles)

That was good of ya to go outta

your way to help, kiddos.

I'll get this back on ya in a jiff.

Ha. Cool. Please hurry.

The festival's gonna start soon.

Right, the kite festival.

We gotta go. Bye, Dad!

(exhales)

(groans) There's even more

traffic than before.

And our Buds are way up there.

Well at least we fell behind

because we were helping someone.

It felt good, didn't it?

Que desastre!

-Hey, Chef Fernando.

-What's wrong?

I need to pick up vegetables

from the farmers market

before they close.

And this traffic is going to make me late.

Well, we can get you there in time.

-You can?

-We can?

Sure. I'll just use my sirens

to clear the traffic.

Oh, I don't know, Axl.

Yeah, I'm not sure this is an emergency.

But what if the farmers market closes

and you don't get your veggies?

Then Chef Al will be so sad.

And your customers

won't get a balanced meal.

I hadn't thought of that. You're right.

(gasps) Violet?

Okay, Axl, light 'em up.

(siren sounds)

Right this way, Chef.

(siren continues)

I'm getting so good at pulling over!

Axl? What are you doing?

I gotta get Chef Fernando

to the farmers market

to get his veggies.

But veggies aren't an emergency.

They are to Chef Fernando.

Sirens for groceries?

Unbelievable.

-That doesn't seem right.

-Not at all.

And here we are,

with plenty of time to spare.

Thank you from the bottom of

my engine, muchachas.

Veggie or not, here I come!

You were so right.

Helping people does feel good.

I kinda want to do it again.

(June groans) Look at all that traffic!

We're never gonna make it to

the birthday party on time.

-(siren wails)

-(all gasp)

Axl, are June and Vance okay?

They will be after I rush them

to a birthday party.

A birthday party is not an emergency.

-It is if it's mine.

-Flash

All right, it's not an emergency.

I'm gonna radio Axl.

(Flash and Piston gasp)

How's that possible? Axl just passed us.

She is the fastest car in school.

What are you doing, Axl?

Taking Iris to Motopolis Park.

You wanna follow us?

No. Getting an ice cream truck

to a park is not an emergency.

Sure it is. Think of the children.

Yeah, the kids need their fudge pops.

And the cars need their fuel pops.

-We sure do!

-Flash!

Right. It's still not an emergency!

With all the traffic and fake emergencies,

this mail is not going

to get delivered on time.

Yeah, I'm gettin' tired of

pulling over for no good reason.

(siren continues)

(wind blows)

(siren continues)

Oh, thanks for the help!

(cheering)

(ice cream truck music plays)

I don't know what Bo was going on about.

We helped out a bunch of folks

and we're at the park now

-so we can fly our

-(girl) My kite! Thief!

-Someone stop them!

-Hey!

Oh, no! Hey!

My kite!

VIOLET: It's Wiley Riley and Gauge!

They stole everyone's kites!

Not quite!

(gasps)

Now we've stolen everyone's kites!

(vrooming)

(evil laugh)

And the trophy.

(vrooming)

We've gotta stop 'em.

Oh, we will. Hang on!

(siren sounds)

They're gaining on us, Gauge.

The freeway on-ramp's just up ahead.

Perfect.

They're heading onto the freeway.

Then all that traffic's gonna

stop 'em in their tire tracks.

(tires squeal)

You might as well give up!

You've got nowhere to go.

Nowhere to go but up!

Later, taters.

-Whoa!

-No!

They stole the kites

so they could fly away.

The trophy is what we really wanted!

They headed back to the park.

We could still catch 'em.

I'll clear the way!

Buds! Why aren't you moving?

Because you're not using your sirens

for real emergencies.

You're just using them

to get someone through traffic.

And we've got places to go, too, sweetie.

-But this is a real emergency.

-Is it?

Axl, you've used your sirens so many times

for non-emergencies,

it's hard to know what's an

emergency and what isn't.

I guess I did get a little carried away.

We're just trying to help people.

But when you have sirens,

you've got a responsibility

to only use them when you

absolutely have to.

-I'm sorry.

-Me, too.

But Wiley and Gauge did just

steal all the kites in the park.

And they stole the trophy, too.

Bo, that does sound like

a real emergency

Well, I'm not pulling over anymore.

Thanks for the kite, kid.

I guess it is a real emergency.

Pull over so Axl can get my kite back!

We'll all get it back.

Let's roll, Firebuds!

-(sirens sound)

-(vrooming)

Go get, em!

Hit the sirens, turn on the lights ♪

There's trouble brewin'

And we gotta make it right ♪

We're gearing up, we're in the groove ♪

Our rescue crew is on the move ♪

Our rescue crew is on the move ♪

Our crew is on the move ♪

Our rescue crew is on the move ♪

Firebuds on the move ♪

Our rescue crew is on the move ♪

Our crew is on the move ♪

Our rescue crew is on the move ♪

Firebuds on the move ♪

(sirens wail)

I can't shake 'em!

Let's use the kites again.

But not fly back to the park this time.

That was my first time steering

getaway kites, okay?

They're heading onto the freeway.

They're probably gonna fly over

the cars on their kites again.

Not if we take away their kites.

How are we gonna do that?

With my trusty J-Kite.

Time to fly, Gauge!

(gasps) What's that?

(gasps)

-Got 'em!

-Yes!

Boo-ya!

-My kites!

-The cars!

(tires screech)

At least we still got the trophy.

Not anymore!

(groans) There's only one way left to go.

(tires screech)

You won't be so lucky next crime!

Well, at least we got

the kites and trophy.

FLASH: Now let's get 'em back

to the festival.

Hey, Buds, to make up for using

my sirens when I shouldn't have.

I thought I might get everyone

some ice cream and fuel pops?

-Thanks!

-Great!

-Premium, please.

-I'll go with you, vroomie.

-(tires screech)

-Whoa!

This line is really long.

You know what? I'm happy to wait.

It's not like

it's an emergency or anything.

JAYDEN: "Jamal's Jam"

(quacking)

(tires screech)

Help! Can anyone save my cat?

Poor Miss Whiskerson

is stuck up in that tree!

Meow!

Let's get rescuing, Firebuds!

We better hurry.

That cat can't hold on much longer.

Another job for the J-Catch.

Meow, I'm falling!

All right, we saved the cat.

Great practice drill, everyone!

Aww, Miss Whiskerson, you're safe.

(chuckles) Drill's over, Axl.

That rescue doohickey sure is

somethin', young fella.

Thanks, Farmer Jo. I invented it myself.

Well, if you or your friends

want to stroll on over for a pony ride

(angelic music)

You had me at "pony." Come on.

-(creaking)

-(Farmer Jo) Ooh, Tess,

we gotta get those brakes checked later.

Violet, wait. We were supposed

to test out my new J-Talkies.

They have better range than our earbuds.

Test over. Pony now.

(honking)

-Hi, kids.

-Hey, Dad.

-Hi, Mr. Jones.

-Ready to go, little man?

(giggles)

-Wait, what?

-You're going?

But we still have more drills.

And pony rides.

It's Take Your Kids to Work Day.

And we're going out on traffic duty

with Jayden's dad and my mom

for the first time ever.

They're gonna be helpin' folks

all over Motopolis.

-Cool!

-Whoa!

Let's hit it.

Uh, Officer, I need help please.

Watch the boss go to work.

Aw, yeah. Here we go!

How may I be of service, ma'am?

I, uh, I'm looking for

the Bank of Ameri-car.

Well, you're in luck.

I happen to be a traffic officer

and I know these streets

like the back of my gloves.

You wanna go up Seatbelt Street,

take a right on Roof Rack Road,

then a left on Brake Light Boulevard.

Third building on the right.

If you reach the Carbucks,

you've gone too far.

Oh, thank you. Thank you!

Whoa. I can't believe you sent

her down Roof Rack Road.

Genius!

Well, there's less traffic than

Airbag Avenue at this hour.

Wait, Dad, is this

what you do all day long?

-Of course not.

-Oh, okay.

This is what I do.

♪♪

When a traffic light stops working,

your good old dad gets working.

No one keeps traffic moving

quickly and safely like Jamal.

They call him "The Maestro"

because it's like he's

conducting an orchestra.

He's magnificent.

What do ya think?

So all you do is direct traffic all day?

Hold up. Directing traffic

is a very important job.

There's no shame in this game.

Let me break it down for ya, son.

♪♪

If the traffic makes

The school bus freeze ♪

The kids won't learn their ABCs! ♪

I help that 'ol bus make its turn ♪

To give those kids a chance to learn ♪

I get you where you need to go ♪

Yeah, traffic is my jam ♪

If a chef's stuck at a blinking light ♪

Then who will cook up lunch just right ♪

I guide that food truck straight ahead ♪

To make sure everyone gets fed ♪

I get you where you need to go ♪

Yeah, traffic is my jam ♪

'Cause with a gesture of my glove ♪

My glove ♪

The cars will keep on movin' ♪

And get them to the jobs they love ♪

Love ♪

So the city keeps on groovin'! ♪

Yeah ♪

If the mail trucks

Cannot make it through ♪

Your packages won't get to you ♪

But thanks to me you can be sure ♪

They'll bring your mail

Right to your door ♪

I get you where you need to go ♪

I'm here to make the traffic flow ♪

There ain't no street

That I don't know ♪

Yeah, traffic is my jam ♪

Traffic is my jam ♪

Oh, traffic is my jam ♪

Traffic is my jam ♪

I said, traffic is my jam! ♪

-You get it now?

-JAYDEN: I do.

But is being a traffic officer

really as important as rescuing people?

Absolutely.

Pam, I think the only way

they're gonna truly understand

is if we give them the honor and privilege

of doing it themselves.

We get to direct traffic?

(chuckles) Y'all not ready for that yet.

Let's start with picking up traffic cones.

(gasps)

(sighs)

(sighs) There's nothing more satisfying

than making a neat stack of cones.

Except that feeling you get

when you clear the lane

and the cars can roll on through.

Woo-hoo!

Yes! We'll make the neatest

stacks of cones

you've ever seen.

Uh, yeah, sure. I'll give it a try.

That's my boy. We'll go pick up lunch.

Have fun, kids.

Already having it.

So beautiful

-(sighs)

-Jayden? What's wrong?

I just thought we'd be doing something

more exciting today.

BO (over walkie): Axl, go right!

Don't let her get away!

Bo. Come in, Bo. What's goin' on?

Farmer Jo's pony got spooked and ran off.

We're on Airbag Avenue

trying to catch her.

-(pony neighs)

-Hey!

They need our help, Piston.

But we're on traffic duty.

These cones won't stack themselves

thankfully.

But a real rescue is way more important

than stacking cones.

Well, it did sound like an emergency

but what happens when

your dad and my mom get back?

I'll just leave 'em a note.

"We had to go help the Buds.

We'll be back soon. Love J and P."

Okay. Let's roll.

(vrooms)

♪♪

Easy now, Sadie

-(car honks)

-(whimpers)

(neighs)

-We got a runner!

-Stop that pony!

Don't you worry none, Farmer Jo.

I'll wrangle her.

One pony rescue, coming up!

(neighs)

Giddy-up, J-Hook.

(tires screech)

-Awesome-sauce!

-Nice save!

Nice wrangling, boys.

We're just happy to help

JAMAL: Jayden! PAM: Piston!

Uh-oh. We're in trouble.

Where'd you go?

The pony was in danger.

But you already had a job to do.

I know, but a rescue is more important

than clearin' a bunch

of boring 'ol traffic cones

I see.

You think what I do isn't as cool

as putting out a fire

or chasing down farm animals.

I didn't mean it like that, Dad.

Yeah, you did.

-(creaking)

-TESS: Oh, dear!

What is it?

I think my brakes just broke.

Whoa, whoa! I can't stop!

Great gaskets!

They're headed right for traffic.

Help!

-(all gasp)

-What do we do?

What we do best.

Pam, let's clear the way

for that runaway tractor!

-Here we go!

-(siren blares)

Come on, Firebuds!

Much obliged.

Turn up that ramp!

It'll slow you down!

You saved them, Mr. Jones!

Uh, not quite yet.

Brakes still broke, y'all!

(dramatic music)

Listen up. I'm gonna need

everybody's help.

Bo and Flash, stop the traffic

on Spark Street.

Violet and Axl, close down

Four-Wheel Drive Drive.

That way, when the tractor

comes down here,

she can drive straight down

that side street

without any cars in the way.

You heard Mr. Jones.

Let's roll, Firebuds!

Dad, what can we do?

Oh, I got the perfect job

for the two of you.

Follow us!

(vrooming)

(tires screech)

All right, we're gonna set out

these cones in the road

so the tractor can drive over them.

Then, bam, bam, bam!

They'll get stuck under her

and safely slow her to a stop.

Whoa. Genius plan, Dad.

Farewell, neat stacks.

-(metal squealing)

-Oh, this is so embarrassing.

Here they come.

Vehicles Slow your roll!

-They're headed your way.

-We see 'em.

It's go-time, Axl.

They're slowing down.

But not stopping!

Brace yourself, Sadie,

we're gonna crash

Ahh!

(sputters)

-Whew!

-All right!

We're okay, Sadie. We're okay.

Oh, AJ here'll take you to the hospital

where they'll fix up your brakes,

good as new.

Oh, thank you all.

Especially you, Officer Jamal and Pam.

You're life-savers.

Just doing our job.

We should go with 'em

and keep Farmer Jo and Sadie company

while they fix up Tess.

Good idea, Violet.

To the emergency shop!

JAYDEN: Wow, Dad,

you knew just where to send

that out-of-control tractor.

And you knew just how to stop it.

But (sighs)

I'm still disappointed in you, son.

I know. Sorry I left when

I was supposed to be on traffic duty.

Well, to make up for it,

you'll be picking up all these cones.

And stacking them neatly?

Ha! How else would ya stack 'em? Huh?

It'd be an honor and privilege, Dad.

Aw, let's just all do it together.

(chuckles) What can I say,

I love this job too much!

Well, traffic is your jam.

And maybe mine a little, too.

♪♪

(closing theme plays)