01x14 - The Leg Farm/Unquenchable Thurst

[bunniefuu]

-[Chip sneezes]
-[bird call blows]

sh**t. Sorry, I sneezed with
the bird call in my mouth.

-[grunts]
-Oh, no worries.

-I already saw that bird.
-What are we looking
for again?

The Regurgint Coynanny.

It's bright orange and hunts
by spitting sticky spit.

It's the last bird
I haven't seen from
Dr. Lullah's bird zone.

Oh, I'd k*ll to go
to a Zone.

Aw, dag.

Shh, that was the Coynanny.

We're close.

[bird call blowing]

Don't be afraid of hooting
on that bird call.

It can take some power.

Here, first,
I inflate the bellow.

[bird call blowing, coughs]

-Chip!
-[coughs] Oh, dang!

That's really in there.

Oh, my gosh! That's it!
I'll be right back.

I'll just hold position,
if that's all right.

Coynanny.

A plumage sample.

[grunts]

[screams] Hey, yeah.

It's a bog mummy.
[exclaims, grunts]

Whoa.

1800s attire,
gilded pocket square,
meticulous mustache.

TBT? No way.

Can't be TBT, TBT.
[gasps] It is.

-Ah! [vomits, coughs]
-[screams]

[both screaming]

Oh, sounds like
she found the bird.

Good for Pliny.

[exclaims]

[grunts] Ah, sh**t. Dang it.

-Ah!
-I can't believe this.

You're Thurstavious
Brinkman-Throop,

legendary naturalist!

[screams, coughs]

Pardon me.

Some leftover peat-loaf,
I believe.

Pleasure to meet you.

Sir Brinkman-Throop,
I'm a huge fan.

You discovered
my favorite bird,

the dimple-brained
dumpster fowl.

Oh, I wish
I could have seen it
before it went extinct.

Interesting taste, child.

Call me Thurst.

[squeals] Cool! [chuckles]

You've caught me at
a disadvantage, I'm afraid.

I'm a bit disoriented.

[coughs] And filled with goo.

Thurst, I don't know
how to tell you this,

but you've been trapped in
a bog for, like, 170 years.

By the queen's feet.

The dense layers of sphagnum
seem to have
preserved me perfectly.

I remember now.

I was on an expedition
and ran aground
on this island.

[people screaming]

My assistants, my discoveries,
all lost now.

Hey, it'll be okay.

Uh, what if we can discover
new things together?

New?

Yes, a whole new era
of Throop's discoveries.

My mouth waters
at the very thought.

[ ♪ bongo drums playing]

Lead the way,
young apprentice!

-Yes! [laughs]
-[grunts]

No, it's true. Germs are real.

We're all covered
in trillions of them.

That's preposterous.

I once had ten Germans on me
and I could barely breathe.

-No, not...
-Shh! Look, a discovery.

We'll call it Throop's
Red-Eyed Stick-Sitter.

-Write that down.
-No, that's
a night heron. See?

Night heron?
What kind of name is that?

You don't even know
where it sits.

Let's move on.

[gasps] Gadzooks!
Gad and zooks.

Quickly! The quill!

I dubbed thee
Throop's Big Ol' Big One.

Isn't it amazing? Uh, Lullah
discovered this one already.

-But still cool.
-Blast.

-Heads up!
-Oh!

Hurry! We'll never discover
anything at this pace.

Queen's cheeks! What a find!

A colossal invertebrate
of flesh and stone.

Throop's Boulderpede.

That's the Stone Worm,
actually.

Dr. Lullah made that one.

What about that creep?
Can I name him?

-Hi, my name's Chicho.
-[groans]

There are no new discoveries
to be made in this era.

Queen's feet!

-[coughs]
-[bird call blowing]

Whew. Gorgeous.

-[sniffs]
-[bird call blowing]

[grunts, exclaims]

[bird call blowing]

Hey, we haven't discovered
anything new yet,

but there's still a ton
that we don't know.

-I'm over here.
-Oh, sorry.

Maybe I should discover you.

I'll call you Throop's
naysayer.

Oh, I've been meaning to say,

you're not supposed to name
stuff after yourself anymore.

What?

Ooh. You can name it
after a friend.

-Ugh.
-Family member?

Blech.

I want to go back in the bog.

-Oh.
-[bird call blowing]

Everything's so sticky today.

What's that called?
You've probably seen
a thousand of them.

Oh, that's just chi...

-That's new!
-Oh, a new species?

And it's a thick'un!
We've done it!

There's mystery
in the world yet.

Come, young Pliny.

We must begin
the classification.

[squeals]

Just as I thought.
He weighs six jugs.

-Write that down.
-Great, yeah. [chuckles]

[bird call blowing] Hmm.

-[hums, grunts]
-[bird call blowing]

[bird call blowing]

Lateral thinking, advanced.

-[grunts]
-Ow!

-Mmm.
-And it feels pain.

[exclaims] Ow!

Uh, Thurst, I'm really glad
to see you practice
your craft, but...

-Quiet, my boy.
-Wait.

Behold, my new discovery.

Thurstavious Brinkman Throop
is back on top.

Mmm. Thurst.

-I gotta tell you something.
-Don't worry.

This time, I named it
after a friend.

[Pliny] Awkwardanthus Plinia?

Aw!

Are you ready
for the final test,
young apprentice?

Why won't anyone help me?

[sighs]

Okay, sure.
As long as it's
the final test.

Huzzah!

[grunts]

-Oh! What are you doing?
-Observation is done.

Now it's time for a sampling.

What?

We named it,
so now we can eat it.

That's naturalism.

Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no!

You're the reason
your discoveries went extinct.

You ate the Dimple-Brained
Dumpster Fowl?

Of course. Interesting taste
on that bird.

I think I'll just boil
this one.

Everyone loves boiled meat.

Stop! You can't eat him.
He's a human boy.

Lies! You're not
my apprentice at all.

You're a rival.

I'm sick of this island
and all its rules.

I'm taking this specimen out
to sea where I decide

who's a bird and who's a boy.

Wait.

-[Chip] What the heck?
-Chip!

There.

[roaring]

[Thurst] Tacking!

Dr. Lullah,
Chip's been taken to sea

and he's gonna be boiled
and he's gonna be eaten,

so I need to borrow your boat
right now!

Listen to me carefully,
'cause this is important.

I. Don't. Care. What. You. Do.

Oh, yeah.

[Chip] No. She was telling
the truth back there.

I'm not a bird.

Just a sticky, sticky guy.

Calm your squawks,
little drumstick.

You're contributing
to science.

[grunts] I'm not a bird.
I'm a little boy.

Just sitting around on
a teeny-tiny little nest.

[Pliny] Thurstavious!

Thurstavious, bring my...
[yelps]

I'm not gonna let you
eat my friend.

Come on, young Pliny.

I'll show you how
we settled things in my day.

Oh, sh**t.

[laughs] Bad luck.

On guard.

-Uh-oh.
-[bird call blowing]

[exclaims, laughs]

[grunts] Yeah.

-[exclaims, laughs]
-[yelping]

-I'm gonna be sick.
-What's the big deal?

I had heaps of discoveries
back in my day,

and no one complained.

[grunts] Yeah!

-[yelping]
-[exclaims]

-[laughs, exclaims]
-[yelping]

-Huh? [gasps]
-[laughs]

Where's my...
Where's my glasses?

-[laughs]
-[exclaims]

-[laughs]
-[squawks] No, Pliny, oh, no!

No, Pliny, no! Oh, no! Please.

-[yelps]
-Oh, no, Pliny, no!

Now calm down or I won't share
the bird meat with you.

[squawks]

[blowing]

[grunts]

[screams]

Drat, drat, drat. Oh, curses.

-Hey, Thurst!
-Yes?

I did make a discovery today,
after all.

I discovered
you're a ding-dong!

-[screams]
-[bird call blowing]

[Thurst] What is that?

-One, two...
-[yelps] Finally!

My bad.

I should have helped you
a lot earlier, I guess.

No, I mean, finally.
My clutch is hatching.

[chirping]

[Pliny gasps]
It's the Dimple-Brained
Dumpster Fowl!

I think.

Yep, they're all
bogged out now.

Probably need
a different name.

Why don't we call them
Chip's Friendship Fowl?

That sounds nice.

[all retching]