- * Once there was a captain *
* He was a serious dude *
* Well he crashed into a mountain *
* Man it lightened the mood *
* Speaking of lightening the mood *
* Speaking of thunderous joy *
* In comes Parker J, a raincloud *
* Looking for new employ *
* The beardful captain said, "Hey!" *
* The cheerful raincloud said, "Hi!" *
* They started working together *
* What a magical sight *
* The Middlemost Post, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh *
* The Middlemost Post *
* Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh *
[whimsical music]
* *
[intense music]
[canon f*ring]
- Delivery, o'clock!
- Roger that!
[shatters]
- On the roof! o'clock!
[canon f*ring]
- Yay, bills.
* *
- Three more at noon-thirty!
- Got-- wait, wha--
Parker, there's no noon-thirty!
- No time to argue, Angus!
Launch it!
- [screams] [canon f*ring]
* *
That's the last of them. Commence extraction!
- Extraction commencing.
* *
all: Thank you for the mail.
Come back any time.
- Nice job, you two!
That's the fastest we've been in and out
of Purpleton this month!
Whew!
That place does not get any less creepy.
- Not to toot our own horns--
[trumpet notes play]
But we did it without one hiccup too!
- [ hiccups]
- [babbles]
- Aww!
- [shouts]
Russell, get that thing off you!
- Angus, it's okay. It's only a baby.
- [walrus noises]
- [shivers]
Don't look it in the eyes, Russell.
- [babbling]
- Parker, don't feed it!
- But she looks hungry and sad.
And scared!
- [burps]
- Her parents must be worried sick!
Oh, we gotta bring her back.
- Back to Purpleton?
[shivers]
- We can't leave a baby here all by itself.
- Ehh?
[ominous music] [vultures call]
Ehh?
[snarling]
Ehh?
* *
[chilling music]
[sighs] Okay.
- Wahoo!
[upbeat music]
- Remember, this is a quick in-and-out mission.
The longer we stay here, the weirder things will get.
- How come you think this place is so weird, Angus?
- Well, for starters, every single person
in Purpleton is named Reggie.
That is weird.
- Hi, I'm Reggie. - [yells]
- I know.
- I mean, Reggie is a great name, though.
Right, Baby Reggie?
- [giggles]
- Nonetheless, we keep our heads on a swivel
and proceed with caution.
In order to get out of here safe,
we need to follow three simple rules.
Rule one: never accept help from a Purpletonian.
- Hi, I'm Reggie. - It's always a trap.
Rule two: never, ever touch their crystals.
That's how they control your mind.
And rule three: always-- and I mean always--
stick together. - Hi, Angus!
- [screams] Parker!
Russell! Hold on!
- Okay!
Did he say "hold on" or "go on?"
- [walrus noises]
- Yeah, I thought he said "go on," too.
Guess Purpleton was just too weird for him.
- [stammering]
[panting]
Hm? [sheep bleat]
Ahh! Yikes!
Parker! Russell!
[yells]
Parker! Russell!
[gasps] all: Hi, I'm Reggie.
- I know.
Just hold on, guys! Everything will be okay.
I have it all under control!
Here I come! I'm almost--
Ah, Christmas!
- Need a helping hand?
[smack] - Nice try.
Rule one: never accept help from a Purpletonian.
It's always a trap.
[funky music]
* *
- Need some help?
- Do we!
We're trying to reunite this cute Baby Reggie
with her parents. - [hiccups]
- I know Reggie's parents.
- Really? - Sure.
That's Reggie and Reggie's kid.
- Wow, what luck!
- If you follow me, I'll take you to them.
- Even better luck! Lead the way, Reggie.
- Okay if we stop for food on the way?
- You read my mind, Reggie.
I'm starving.
[funky music]
* *
[giggles]
- I'm Reggie.
- Parker! Russell!
- Hi, I'm Reggie.
Would you like to touch my crystal staff?
- [screams]
Rule two: Never touch c-c-c-crystals.
Mind control.
- These crystal fries...
are delicious!
Listen to that crunch.
[loud shattering]
Mmm!
- Here, eat more crystals.
- Don't mind if I do.
[crystals shattering]
- [babbling] - [coos]
- Crystal shake?
- Parker! Russell!
- Hi, I'm Reggie.
What's your name? - No.
- Can I look inside your mouth?
- What? No. - Want some crystals?
I got a whole bunch.
- No. My brain, my body.
La la la la la la la la.
- Wanna smell the inside of my helmet?
- [shivers] - You look troubled.
Can I help? - [screams]
I can't hear you!
Oof! [screams]
[screaming]
- [hiccups]
- Hiyah!
[yelling]
Thanks for getting me these sweet crystals, Reggie.
How'd you know I wanted them so bad?
- I don't know.
I guess I read your mind.
- What am I thinking right now?
- You're wondering if I'm gonna guess what you're thinking.
- Whoa, you're good, Reggie.
- We're here.
- Here that, Baby Reggie? We found your parents.
- [tearful stammering]
- Aww, it's okay, girl.
You were a great temporary mama for Baby Reggie.
But Baby Reggie already has a mama.
A mama who's gonna be real happy to have her baby back,
thanks to you.
[eerie tone]
- Hi, Reggie.
Hi, Reggie.
- Hi, Reggie. - Reggie.
- Don't forget Baby Reggie.
We found her and brought her back home to you.
- [hiccups]
- That's not our Baby Reggie.
- It's not?
- No. This is our Baby Reggie.
[babies babbling] [upbeat music]
- That Baby Reggie belongs to Reggie and Reggie.
- Of course. How could I be so thick-headed?
- Don't b*at yourself up, Reggie.
Your head is big, but not that big.
- Since you two came all this way,
wanna see my shampoo collection?
- Do you wanna smell what purple sounds like?
- Probably should get Baby Reggie
back to her family.
But we'll swing by on the way back.
- I'm Reggie.
- [grunting]
[strains]
- Looks like you could use some help.
- I'm fine. Go away.
- Are you sure?
- I got it all under control, fella.
[grunts]
- I sense you're in a great deal of pain.
- It's only cramps. They'll pass.
[yells]
- I didn't mean your legs.
What are you searching for?
- None of your business, that's what!
[strains]
You're okay.
You're okay, big guy. You're okay.
- But are you really?
- What do you want me to say? That I lost my two best buds
and I'm worried sick about them?
- I'm sorry. That must feel horrible.
- It does.
[cries] It really does.
- If you let me,
I can help you find your best buds.
- I don't know.
- Everyone can use a little help now and then.
Especially when it comes to finding friends.
- [gasps]
I guess-- I guess you can help.
- Would be happy to.
I'll lower the basket.
Climb on in, and I'll pull you out.
- Uh, what's this basket made out of?
- Crystals.
- [grumbles]
[grunts]
[shivers]
- You can let go now. You're safe.
Take my hand, friend.
- [strains]
- Go on. Let go.
You can do it.
[ethereal music]
* *
- [gasps]
[dramatic music]
* *
Aha! Almost had me.
But you're not getting in this mailman's noodle.
[basket shatters]
- Reggie.
- Never run off like that again, okay?
- [hiccups]
- You did good, Mama.
- Thank you so much for bringing her back.
Most people wouldn't return to Purpleton
even if it was important.
- How come?
- People think we're strange for some reason.
- Really?
We've been hanging out with Reggie all day,
and I don't think he's strange at all.
Right, Russell?
[eerie music]
- That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.
- We find it difficult to make new friends.
We try and offer our help, but people always turn us down.
- We even give away our valuable and priceless crystals
for free.
No one ever takes them.
- What kind of numbskull turns down free help?
Or these sweet, sweet crystals?
- Get away from my buds!
- Angus! I'd like you to meet--
- Rule three: always stick together!
[crashing]
[door opens gently]
- Reggie?
- Yeah, Reggie?
- Did we just make a friend?
- I think we did.
[energy blasts] I think we did.
[eerie music]
- [babbles]
- I'm telling you, Angus, they're not weird,
they just have trouble making friends.
- Uh-huh.
Let me ask you, did you touch their crystals?
- I might have touched one or two.
- Well, that makes sense.
It's called mind control, kiddo.
They wanted you to think they're not weird.
Eh, don't worry.
Should wear off in a few hours.
Now, let's try and get some sleep.
- [hiccups]
[old school hip-hop music]
* *
- Oh, geez. Oh, geez.
Oh, wow. Oh, wow.
It's really happening.
I can't believe it.
He's here. Right here!
On Mt. Middlemost!
- Who? - Old Skool!
My favorite rapper of all time.
Straight Outta Elsewhere!
- Never heard of him.
- Old Skool. He sang "Same Ol' Same"?
* That same ol' same Y'all the same ol' same *
* Ad nauseam That same ol' same *
Nothin'? - Doesn't ring a bell.
But I'm sure he's great.
Can we get some toast now? I'm starving.
- Russell? No?
- [grunts]
- Ooh, people must really want toast today!
- I love you, Old Skool.
- What's going on?
- Old Skool's inside the Middlemost Toast!
- Did you just say that Old Skool's in there?
Old Skool rules!
- Ms. Pam closed it down just for him.
- Russell, I came here for toast,
and I'm not leaving here without toast.
- Old Skool, you da man!
I'm your number one fan.
Hey, that rhymed. [chuckles]
You can sample that if you want.
- [sighs]
- Mr. Old Skool, sir?
Can I get you anything else?
A glass of juice? Another piece of toast?
My phone number?
- Nah, I'm cool.
Good lookin' out, though.
- What about your friend here?
- Mm-mm.
- Big Duke is trying to watch his calories.
- Mm.
- Hey, Ms. Pam!
Can I get a loaf of toast to go, please?
- Yo, yo, yo, yo! Who's this?
Who's this? Private event. Back it up.
- Big D, chill out, man.
Kid probably wants an autograph,
that's all.
- Nope, just a loaf of toast.
- Oh, snap!
- So it's like that, cloud?
- Like what? - Hmm.
Hmm.
- Hmm.
- Hmm.
- Hmm.
[both straining]
- Huh?
Ha, you all right, cloud.
- Thanks!
- You think Old Skool's gonna come out?
- He's gotta.
You can only eat so much toast, man.
- Hey, why don't we all sing his favorite song,
a-and we show him how much we love him.
Maybe he'll come out.
- Oh, yeah. - Yeah, yeah, let's do that.
all: * That same ol' same *
* Y'all the same ol' same *
* Ad nauseum That same ol' same *
- Ugh, again with that stupid song.
Don't they ever get tired of it?
- You have other songs?
- Of course I do.
But all anyone ever wants to hear
is the "Same Ol' Same."
- Here you go, PJC.
- Thanks, Ms. Pam.
Good luck with the concert, mister!
- I'm not doing the concert.
I'm out. I quit.
- What do you mean?
You gotta do the concert.
My boss, Angus, he's, like, your number one fan.
- Old Skool, I love you!
Parker, is that you?
- Hi, Angus!
Angus would be absolutely crushed
if he didn't see you perform.
- You mean perform the "Same Ol' Same."
Well, I'm over playing the same stupid concert,
the same stupid song,
in a place that looks the same as every other place.
- Mt. Middlemost is not the same as any other place.
Let me show you around.
Once you see how different it is,
you'll want to do the concert.
Trust me. - [scoffs]
Kid, there's nothing you got here
I haven't seen a million times.
- Have you seen a talking cloud before?
- Oh, snap!
- [yells]
Can we take this tour by foot, homie?
- Sure thing, homie!
First stop, Old Stinkhole.
- Yo!
- Hey, Old Skool?
You think you were named after Old Stinkhole?
- Man, I hope not.
Hate to break it to you, P Funk,
but I've seen a giant, stanky hole before.
This is the same old same--
- Strawberry.
- A'ight, that's new. What else you got?
- [giggles]
- P-Town, I've been on a thousand rides.
This is the same old--
saaame!
- Whoo! - Whoo-hoo!
- [screams]
- [screams]
Show me more.
[hip-hop music]
[rooster call]
[drumming]
Ahh!
[shouts]
* *
[doorbell buzzes]
* *
[crowd cheering] [dance music playing]
* *
[screams]
[clock ticking]
- Wake up, fool. [alarm rings]
* *
[crowd cheering] - [beatboxing]
* *
[cheers and applause]
- Dang, that was rad.
I bet if Old Skool heard that, he'd put you on a track.
- I could see that.
- That's because you've never heard me.
[crowd gasps]
- Mayor? You can beatbox?
- I'll let my lips do the talking for me.
- Sure, that's how lips work.
- That's not what I meant!
Ryan, chapstick.
- You're all moistened, sir.
Beatbox away.
- [smacks lips]
[beatboxing] [crowd cheering]
* *
- [beatboxing]
[beatboxing continues]
* *
[needle scratches]
- You weren't playing. This place is different.
- Told ya.
- On the real, I feel like I got my mojo back
hanging out with you today, P Dizzle.
- [gasps]
Does that mean you'll do the concert?
Oh, Angus will be so happy!
And I love making Angus happy.
- Not only am I gonna do the concert,
but I'm gonna perform a brand new song.
A song inspired by you, Parker.
[chomps]
And this dope day we just had.
- Awesome!
Do I get royalties?
- Nah, son. - Still awesome!
[beatboxing] [old school hip-hop music]
* *
[beatboxing continues]
- What in the name of toast
are you people still doing here?
- We're waiting on Old Skool to come out.
- Old Skool left hours ago with PJC.
- He did?
- The concert starts in minutes.
- We've been here that long?
- Yes! Geesh.
- Come on, everybody!
Follow me to the greatest concert of our lives!
[crowd chattering]
- I was gonna say the same thing!
Ahh!
- Could you scoot over? You're stepping on my sneaker.
[crowd chattering]
- Who wants a piece of toast
that Old Skool himself took a bite out of?
[crowd gasps]
[all chattering]
- I gotta say, boss,
I haven't seen you this amped up for a concert
for a long time.
What's gotten into you?
- A cloud, man.
A little cloud.
- Word?
[rock music]
* *
- Time to rock this party.
What's cracking, Mt. Middlemost?
You all ready to hear my brand new song?
[silence]
- Or... you play "Same Ol' Same"!
- [crowd chants] "Same Ol' Same"!
"Same Ol' Same"!
- I get it, you dig that song.
But I really need to do something new and different.
- [crowd chants] "Same Ol' Same"!
"Same Ol' Same"!
[crowd stomping and clapping] "Same Ol' Same"!
"Same Ol' Same"!
[tranquil music]
* *
- Yo, listen up!
I'm gonna perform my new jam and not the "Same Ol' Same."
[crowd groans]
It was inspired by my little homie,
Parker J Cloud,
and this weird, wacky mountain y'all live on.
Come on out here, P Cloud.
- Hi.
- Parker?
Hey, everyone, I know that cloud!
That's my best friend!
- Holy moly! [crowd chatters]
- Okay, kid, I'm gonna need your help
with this new song.
- But I don't know the song.
- You don't need to know it. You just need to feel it.
- Oh, I'm all about the feels.
All right, I got you, player.
- Yo, yo, yo! How we feelin', Mt. Middlemost?
- Uh, I've felt better.
- Wish it was the other song.
- * It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* It's a dope new song Y'all feelin' me now? *
* It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* Got lightning from a cloud Y'all feelin' me now? *
* It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* It's a dope new song Y'all feelin' me now? *
* It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* Got lighting from a cloud Y'all feelin' me now? *
* Feels, feels, all about it for reals *
* Parker J, gotta say, Middlemost got appeal *
* The coaster got me spinnin', finna toss up my meal *
* Middle-mostians, y'all toastians,
* Your world surreal *
* A conga with the purples *
* Jammin' out with the greens *
* Spittin' literal fire? *
* I never seen that in the streets *
* J, ya floated in while I was trying to eat *
* And gave me thunder for this sick new b*at *
- Sweet!
* It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* It's a dope new song Y'all feelin' me now? *
* It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* Got lighting from a cloud Y'all feelin' me now?
* It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* It's a dope new song Y'all feelin' me now? *
* It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* Got lighting from a cloud Y'all feelin' me now? *
* J, let's chill 'em out with that icy new *
* Same ol', same ol' got 'em caught in a loop *
* Y'all keep your eyes open Color's everywhere *
* And put ya hands to the sky, feel this fresh in the air *
* It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* It's a dope new song Y'all feelin' me now? *
* It's a dope new song Say boom pow *
- * Got lighting from a cloud *
- * Y'all feelin' me now? *
* It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* It's a dope new song Y'all feelin' me now? *
* It's a dope new song Say boom, pow *
* Got lighting from a cloud Y'all feelin' me now? *
* *
[cheers and applause]
- That was fun.
And look, they love your dope new song.
- [crowd chanting] Old Skool! Old Skool!
Old Skool!
- You sure you don't want to go
on the rest of the tour with me, P Cloud?
I could really use you. - No thanks.
To be honest, Elsewhere sounds pretty boring.
- True that.
- Psst. Parker.
- Hey, Angus. Wanna meet Old Skool?
- Uh, hey.
- Old Skool, this is Angus.
He's your number one fan.
- What up, Biggie? Want an autograph?
[record scratch]
- [swoons]
- Oh, I almost forgot. Here, kid.
A little token of my appreciation.
[crashes] - Cool.
- See you on the flip, homie!
- Okay, homie!
I really liked that "Dope New Song."
- Eh, but I still prefer the "Same Ol' Same."
- * Same ol' same, same people same game *
* Old Skool schoolin' fools *
* 'Cause they the same old same *
* Wack emcees, I just forgot your name *
* Amnesia, I can't see ya, Y'all the same old same *
* That same ol' same Y'all the same ol same *
* Ad nauseum That same ol' same *
* That same ol' same Y'all the same ol' same *
* Ad nauseum That same ol' same *
* That same ol' same Y'all the same ol' same *
* Ad nauseum That same ol' same *
01x15 - They're All Named Reggie/The Same Ol' Same
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Parker J. Cloud, a former raincloud, their friend Angus, and pet walrus Russell deliver mail all across Mount Middlemost.
Parker J. Cloud, a former raincloud, their friend Angus, and pet walrus Russell deliver mail all across Mount Middlemost.