I'm sure everyone
is wondering why The Marshal
is at our counselor meeting.
And the truth is, so am I.
Let us begin
where many stories begin,
at the beginning.
When this
town was founded--
Oh, would ya just spill,
we got a pickleball tourney
in five, man.
Fine, but you have a lot to
learn about narrative pacing.
I'm here on behalf of
the Tush Heritage Committee.
Uh, question.
I totally know what that is.
But can someone
just explain? For the others.
The Heritage Committee
celebrates Dusty Tush's
rich and storied history.
-You're so smart.
-Oh.
Thanks.
Anyways...
the committee's
next event
is the annual
Tush Heritage Festival.
There's tons of work
to be done
and it takes place tomorrow.
Oh, well,
if you need our help,
like we always say
at Kikiwaka Ranch,
"If you scratch my back,
I'll pick
the ticks off yours."
Well, actually the honor
of planning the festival
belongs to the reigning
Rodeo Queen.
But I'm the reigning
Rodeo Queen.
I know.
I buried the lede.
Again narrative pacing.
Why am I only hearing
about this now?
Didn't you read
the Rodeo Queen handbook?
If I had known there
was a party-planning section,
I would have.
I can't put together
an entire festival in one day.
An events color scheme
has to appear
to me in a dream.
That could take months!
Relax.
The Heritage Festival
probably
isn't even a big deal.
It's a huge deal.
The hugest!
Keep up, Destiny.
Okay, look,
I grew up here,
and if a rodeo queen
throws a bad
Heritage Festival,
it can tarnish
her legacy forever.
But no presh.
Yes, presh!
Blow this
and you'll end up
in the Rodeo Queen
Hall of Shame.
Is there a Hall of Fame too?
No, we just really like
to highlight failures.
See ya'.
Don't worry, Destiny,
we will help you.
Okay, good.
Because if I'm gonna
pull this off,
this festival
has to have everything.
Uh, fun,
entertainment,
-delicious food--
-Moist towelettes.
That'll be the details guy.
♪ Kikiwaka, Kikiwaka ♪
♪ Kikiwaka, Kikiwaka ♪
♪ Kikiwaka, Kikiwaka ♪
Okay, I have
a festival to put on
and only one day to do it.
So stay focused, people.
No slacking off.
No dilly-dallying
and absolutely
no facial warm-ups.
Looking at you, Lambert.
You know something, Destiny?
I was gonna do that exactly.
So thank you for the note.
I'll be in charge of the food.
I know an amazing
barbecue joint one town over.
So the randos
at the festival
get good food,
but your camp gets roadkill.
How do you sleep at night?
Not well. I eat roadkill.
I am a victim, too.
Parker and Victoria,
I need you two to put together
an unforgettable
dance performance.
Read you loud and clear,
town-wide dance battle
to the death.
Do not do that.
Understood.
Anyway...
Parker, I'm really
looking forward
to working with you.
Yes, and me with you.
And maybe afterwards
go we eat, two us.
Can?
-What?
-Nothing.
I'm still
very intimidated by her.
You think?
Noah, you and I
will put up flyers.
Wow.
So we put the paper
near a pool or a pork-upine.
You just had
to do the warm-up.
Yeah, I had to
do the warm-ups.
Hey, there's my counselor.
What are you up to today?
Uh, independent alone time.
Enjoy becoming
your own person.
So she's leaving
me unsupervised.
I love this camp.
Parker,
this is gonna be great.
Do you wanna
meet up tomorrow?
I have like a ton of ideas
for this dance.
Oh, me too. Tons of ideas in
my brain thoughts,
that are also good
and dancing for us, to do.
I'm gonna go
jump in the lake now.
[scoffs]
That was weird.
Men. Am I right?
Seriously, am I right?
I'm only .
Bill, Jake, I need you.
You know
what I like about you, Lou?
You're not afraid to ask
for help constantly
and with no shame.
What a cool observation, Jake.
Anyway, we're in charge
of the food for
the Tush Heritage Festival.
We're picking up
an order of barbecue
from one town over,
Sandy Britches.
That should be
easy enough.
Yeah, it would be
if I hadn't let
a family of weasels
move into the bus.
I should've known that
just because they're cute
doesn't mean
they're responsible tenants.
Oh, there's no way
we can get all that food
to the festival
without a vehicle.
Let's just tell Destiny
we can't do it.
Come on, Bill.
That's not the Kikiwaka way.
When life gets tough,
we get tougher.
Besides, I have something else
that'll get the job done.
Follow me.
Ta-da.
We're taking the wagon...
...aka, s SUV,
horsepower one.
Cool.
This is way better
than the bus.
Lou, covered wagons
are super slow.
We'll never make it on time.
There you go with
that pessimism again, Bill.
We'll be there and back
before you can say,
"Wow, Lou, what a great idea!"
Well, Lou,
what a great idea.
Look how slow
we're going.
And this is coming from a guy
who dries his own jerky.
It's about the journey,
not the destination, friend.
Say "Mindfulness."
Don't worry, Bill.
Destiny doesn't need
the food for a couple hours.
We have plenty of time.
It's like we're in that
old video game "Oregon Trail."
Ooh, I wonder
which one of us
is gonna get dysentery.
Fingers crossed,
it's me.
Dear Princess of the world.
You think
you're so special.
Wait, that might be
one too many O's.
No. You know what?
I feel how I feel.
Who are you so mad at?
My sister, Priscilla.
She repositioned
our family's satellite,
and now
I don't get cell service
because the moon's in the way.
Yes, a completely
relatable problem.
So, what was with
you and Victoria earlier?
You obviously like her a lot.
Yeah, I like her
more than a lot.
But every time I even think
about trying to ask her out,
it's like my tongue
tries to strangle me.
I think it hates love.
Then why not
write to her how you feel?
Clearly, you don't
have any issues putting
your feelings down on paper?
I know, my journals
are so overwhelmed.
They have journals.
Ooh, I'll even deliver
the letter to her.
It's like I'm a Cupid,
only with a crossbow
and flaming arrow.
Okay, yeah.
But please don't sh**t
Victoria with a flaming arrow.
I'll try, but
I'm unsupervised today.
Thanks for helping me
set up for the festival.
I got your back.
Besides, there's
something intoxicating
about an empty venue,
like a vacant stage sparkling
with infinite possibilities.
Remember to hose down
the porta-potties, okay?
Couldn't
let me have it.
It's all really
coming together.
I can't mess up this festival.
I went to the Rodeo Queen
Hall of Shame last night,
and it is grim.
One of the queen's served
expired, doubled eggs,
and now, she's enshrined
as the "Upchuck Queen."
I am not
going down like that!
Wait. Why are people
here already?
Hey, where's the festival?
Um, the festival doesn't start
for another two--
Minutes.
Festivities begin at : ?
I wrote down the wrong time.
I meant to write one.
Instead, I wrote one-one!
Commonly known as .
Ooh, boy! I should take
a picture of this moment,
to put next
to the Upchuck Queen
and those deviled eggs
we had bronzed.
It's okay, look,
the food and entertainment
arrive in two hours.
That means the crowd will only
be extremely bored and hungry
for that somewhat
lengthy amount of time.
Maybe you can use that time
to work on your pep talks!
[clears throat] This festival
is not going well.
It's worse than ' ,
when the Rodeo Queen
staged a sing along.
Well, everyone knows,
The Marshal sings alone.
I've got it. We've just got
to keep the crowd entertained
until Lou, Parker
and Victoria get here.
Well, it just so happens
I performed
an experimental play
for the Moose Front
Fringe Festival.
But I'll need five extras
to play
the spectrum of emotions.
Or I could scale it back.
[clanging]
Capitalism!
Fire ants!
Avocado toast!
♪ Is that what
you love the most? ♪
I am not enjoying this,
but somehow I can't look away.
Noah, please tell me
this gets better.
Don't worry,
the good part's next.
Evolution,
more like taco fusion!
Cooked by
a confusion.
Under the hat.
See?
Uh, don't worry,
this is not
a part of the festival.
This is a totally non-festival
related thing.
But please stick around
because we're
about to get started.
[clanging]
What are you doing?
I still have minutes left.
I have to deliver my epilogue
while standing on a log.
[mimics expl*si*n]
How do you think
that's a selling point.
And, "taco fusion," Noah?
-It's a metaphor.
-For what?
Oh.
That's for you
-to decide.
-[mimics expl*si*n]
[clanging]
[honking]
Give it a rest!
Can't you see
my bumper sticker,
"barbecue on board"?
I'm pretty sure covered wagons
aren't allowed on roads.
Oh, says who?
[siren approaching]
That's him.
Say traffic violation.
Classic road trip moment.
I wonder what Victoria
will think of my letter.
You're sure
you got it to her?
Duh, I'm super responsible.
You blew up
the water t*nk last week.
Hey, I said
watch out before I did it.
Anyway, no matter
what happens with Victoria,
I'll be right here.
All right,
let's get this over with.
You know what?
I'm actually
gonna be over there.
We should do
the tango
at the festival.
Ooh, a tango.
The dance of "love".
Nope.
Oh, the dance of,
"You're not so bad?"
Nope!
Follow my lead.
[tango instrumental
music playing]
[both grunting]
Oh, I don't remember
the tango being so tangry.
[tango instrumental
music continues]
Lift me!
Your eyes
are so beautiful.
[music stops]
Clearly, this is not
going to work.
I think you should
do the dance yourself.
Victoria? Wait!
Uh, I'm not a detective,
but I think
she might be angry.
This has got to be
a response to my letter.
She's angry that I overstepped
with a co-worker.
I made it
awkward between us.
Maybe you shouldn't have
written her that letter.
You told me to write it.
You listen to me?
I broke the water t*nk.
Wow, great idea, Noah.
The crowd is sticking around.
Everyone's excited
to have their palm read.
Are you sure
that you can pull this off?
Who knows?
Nobody can tell the future.
Doesn't bode well.
Relax.
I watched a ton of videos.
Step right up to have
your palms read by Noah,
the all Noah-ing.
Ooh, goose bumps.
Me first.
Me first.
I'm detecting that you had
waffles for breakfast.
Oh, holy smokes!
How could you--
Wait a minute.
You just saw
the syrup stains on my cuff.
Uh-huh, I'm predicting
you'll be doing
a load of whites
in the near future.
Noah, you're losing him.
Ah, by looking
at your lifeline here,
I can see
that you are .
But I'm .
Ranchers hands
get a lot of wear and tear.
That doesn't mean
you can't moisturize.
Do you even know
how to read palms?
Yes, um,
by looking
at your family line here.
I can see you lost
someone close to you.
I believe it was...
your nana.
What? My nana is right here.
She's alive
and kicking.
Literally.
She does mixed martial arts
every weekend.
You're lucky
she doesn't drop kick
your fake palm reading butt.
-[thuds]
-Oh, oh, come on, good Nana.
He ain't worth it.
Straight to
voicemail again.
Parker, I need you,
Victoria and Lou,
to get down here ASAP.
Noah is ruining my show
and a good rodeo queen legacy.
Me?
All I've done
the entire day
is try to help you.
But If you don't
want my help, then fine.
Noah, the all Noah-ing...
Out!
Noah?
The Nana would like
to have a word with you
in the parking lot.
See, the back trails
were a great idea.
Hey, the road
stopped buffering.
Nice.
Thank goodness.
See, guys,
when life gets tough,
we get tougher.
Devil's Gold Trail
is way too dangerous.
We should turn around
and take
Cushy Canyon pass instead.
It might be longer,
but at least my tailbone
wouldn't be in my throat.
Bill, this isn't that bad.
We're making great time.
[crashing]
"Were" making great time.
That sounded
like a broken axle.
This wagon isn't going
anywhere, now.
Wait, are we stuck here?
Also, where is "here"?
Are we lost?
[horse neighs]
[camera whirring]
-Jake?
-What?
Its golden hour.
Victoria,
what are you doing?
I'm leaving Kikiwaka Ranch.
I just can't work
with Parker anymore.
But why?
I promise the tracksuits
will really start
to grow on you.
Look, his letter
really hurt my feelings.
"Go back
to your space station."
I don't even get that.
Is that some kind of
weird Canadian put down?
What? He didn't write that.
He was asking you out.
Uh, no, he wasn't.
Read for yourself.
"Dear Princess
of the world"
[exclaiming in horror]
-Oh, no, this is terrible.
-I know, right?
He has the handwriting
of a toddler.
I mean, this letter was meant
for his sister, not you.
Really? Well then, how did I get
his sister's letter?
Maybe Cupid grabbed
the wrong one.
It happens.
Let's be cool about it.
I guess I should have known
something was off
when he wrote,
"I can't believe I ever shared
a womb with you."
Again, I just thought it was
some weird Canadian thing.
So what do you think?
Should we go put
Parker out of his misery?
Yeah. I hit him with a rose.
Unfortunately, there's no
fixing that axle.
Hey, where did Jake go?
He said he was going off
to "do his business."
I choose to believe he meant
the business of taking photos.
Me too.
Hope he didn't get the dysentery
he was wishing for.
Hey, guys,
check out all these
pictures I took.
A cool rock I found.
A cool stick I found.
A sign that says
"Dusty Tush, half mile away."
-A cool leaf I found--
-Wait!
Dusty Tush is only
half a mile away.
We're close
enough to walk.
Yeah, but we can never
carry all this food.
Bill, you were right.
We should've just
given up a long time ago.
No, Lou, if we gave up
when I wanted to,
we never would have
even left camp.
But look how far
we've come.
Like you said, it's not
the Kikiwaka way.
I know.
But we can't go anywhere
unless we can deadlift
pounds of brisket.
Maybe we don't
have to lift it.
I have an idea.
-You do?
-Yep, but it's gonna be tough.
It's okay.
"Tough" is just
the way we like it. Right?
Sure it is.
What an amazing moment!
This road trip has it all.
[sighing wistfully]
Except dysentery.
I truly hope you just don't
know what dysentery is.
Noah.
I'm so sorry
that I blamed
this disaster on you.
I was so worried
about being remembered
as a good rodeo queen
that I forgot
what's really important.
Being a good friend.
Thanks.
Uh, I just wish
I could have helped you
salvage the festival.
Are you gonna be okay
with the title of
the "Worst Dusty Tush
Heritage Festival
of All Time Queen"?
That's kind of a mouthful.
How about
"Epic Fail Queen"?
How about
we stop pitching on it?
Well, there goes
the last of them.
Heading off to saucier,
ribbier pastures.
See you at the Hall of Shame
photo sh**t.
I'm off to go do
a load of whites.
Destiny.
I got your message.
I'm here to
get the crowd going.
Thanks, but
I don't think we need
a dance performance anymore.
Well, that's good,
because I've lost
my will to dance.
From now on,
I'll only be known as a...
"world class
activities director."
Oh!
Destiny! [panting]
The barbecue is here.
[gasping]
Right on time.
Actually, the festival
started two hours ago.
Long story.
Destiny messed up the flyer.
Okay, short story.
What is all this?
Lou and I used
wood and canvas
from the covered wagon
to make these sleds.
And I took pictures
until they yelled at me.
Still very confused,
but why didn't you just
used the horse to pull this?
How did we
not think of that?
It doesn't matter anyway.
There's no one
left to eat
all this food.
Oh, not a problem,
trust the sauce.
If you waft it,
they will come.
Is that barbecue I smell?
They're coming back!
We better set up
the food table fast.
These people
have the meat hankerings,
and if we don't give them
barbecue, they'll come for us.
Victoria? What...
What are you doing here?
I thought you were
really mad at me.
I was because it turns out
I got the letter
you wrote for your sister.
What? How?
Uh...
Who can go for some barbecue?
I know I can.
Well, that explains why
you were so upset with me.
So do you want to tell me
what was in the letter
I was supposed to get?
Oh, something like
hair like the sunset,
um, my heart overflows.
At one point,
I think I used
the word courtship?
[short chuckle]
Parker, I'd love to
go out with you.
With me?
Are you sure?
Because I don't
wanna lie to my journal.
Just smile and nod, man.
You're ruining it.
[laughs]
So it looks like
Destiny might need
our dance performance now.
Oh, but all we practiced
was the tango,
and that was a real gonger.
It's a weird
Canadian thing.
Hey, remember
that routine
that we came up with
for Western night?
The Tush shuffle?
That's a great idea.
Let's do it.
[country western
music playing]
Oh. Okay.
[all cheering]
Ooh...
-Hi.
-I know.
[rhythmic clapping]
Watch it.
[all exclaim]
[all cheering]
Thank you so much
for coming to this year's
Heritage Festival.
I'm your Rodeo Queen,
Destiny Baker.
Let's get this party started!
At one o'clock, when it was
supposed to happen.
Maybe stop
bringing it up, Noah.
Let's dance.
-[all cheering]
-[country western music playing]
[closing theme music playing]
06x26 - For Letter or Worse
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