02x03 - Harl Hubbs Day/Ann They're Off

[bunniefuu]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[indistinct murmurs]

Settle down, settle down.

Nice to see such a big turnout.

-[loud feedback]
-[crowd groaning]

As you know, Harl Hubbs saved
our city from an evil doorman.

I'd be happy to help
with that feedback, Mayor.

Thanks to Harl's
heroic helpfulness...

-[loud feedback]
-[crowd groaning]

He saved the whole city,

so all of us could
get back to work.

[crowd cheering]

Oof! Oh! Ugh! Ouch! Okay!

-You're good to go, Mayor.
-Thank you, Harl.

And so, it is my honor
to declare today

Harl Hubbs' Day to celebrate
the most helpful handyman ever,

Harl Hubbs!

[crowd in unison]
Harl! Harl! Harl!

-Harl! Harl! Harl!
-Ah, yes, rhythmic chanting.

Harl, why don't you say
a few words.

Thank you, Mayor Fleck!

What an honor!

This is the happiest day
of my life!

I've always dreamed of a day
dedicated to helping,

and today I'm going
to help everyone!

[crowd cheering]

My canoe is leaking!

[boy] Help me with my homework!

[woman] I've lost my marbles!

Everyone?

That seems like an awful lot of...

I can't believe
I'm saying this... work.

-[Nate] Whoa!
-[Mr. Produce] No, no, no!

-Stop, stop, stop!
-[loud crash]

[Mr. Produce] My fruit! Oh, my.

Let the helping begin!

Helpful Harl here,
happy to help.

[rumbling, creaking]

[drilling, screwing]

[Harl] You're all set, Nate!

I also installed
ear-blasting speakers

and an earth-quaking subwoofer
while I was down there.

Your radio should be
plenty loud now.

♪ This is the loud song ♪

-Thanks, Harl!
-Happy to help, Nate!

♪ The loud song ♪

-♪ Turn it up, up, up ♪
-♪ Turn it up, up, up ♪

Whoo!

[Harl] Your turn, Mr. Produce!

-[gasps]
-[drilling, hammering, sawing]

Here you go!

Thanks, Harl!

I also put your fruit stand
on hydraulics

with a motion sensor,
so it will never be...

♪ It's the only thing
You'll hear ♪

Thank you, Harl!

My fruit stand will never
get crashed into again!

[girl grunts, clears throat]

Uh, Harl?

This old mower couldn't cut
a stick of butter.

The blades are too dull.

-I can help with that.
-[Little Hubert] Hey, Harl!

I'm Little Hubert,
and my fan's on the fritz!

Don't worry!
Everyone will be helped!

Hmm, I don't really have
all the parts I need,

so it's time to get creative.

I know!

[Harl] I'll start
by swapping the engines!

All done!

[mower buzzes]

-[fan whirs]
-I'm Little Hubert!

-My tricycle's all bent!
-My jet pack is broken!

My magic box is stuck

with an audience volunteer
trapped inside!

[volunteer] Does anyone
know what day it is?

Wow! This is a lot of people!

[Harl] But it's what
I always dreamed of,

so who's first?

-I am!
-No, me!

If I can't fly, then I'm just a weirdo
in a rocket costume!

And I'm just a guy with a crate!

[volunteer] Please help
the magician first!

Uh, this is getting
a bit overwhelming,

but I'm sure I can handle it.

-[creaking, drilling]
-[jet pack starts up]

Whoa!

Uh-oh!

[Harl] Ah!

[all gasp]

[volunteer groans]

-[thuds]
-[grunts]

-Ta-da!
-I gotta get to work!

Whoa!

My tricycle!

Don't worry!
Everyone will be helped!

Uh... Ah!

Uh...

[panting]

[panicked blubbering]

-[gasps]
-What?

[groans]

-[Harl] Whoa!
-[box rumbles]

[Harl grunting]

-[thuds]
-[Harl groans]

-Ta-da!
-What?

-This is a nightmare!
-Ta-da?

Hey, Harl!
My siren is acting up.

Can you look at it for me?

[siren wails]

And my skateboard's wobbly.

I've been doing a ton of gnarly

and completely
unintentional tricks.

[whooshes]

[screaming]

This is not going the way
I imagined, at all!

[Wheeler] Dude! My skateboard!

-[girl] What about my tricycle?
-[Janet] And my jet pack!

Ta-da!

-[man 1] Reboot my computer!
-[man 2] My spoon is slotted.

[man 3] Can you fix
the hifi, Harl?

[man 4] The drawstring
came out of my sweat pants!

[Harl] I can't...

Harl!

-[girl] Where you going?
-[Harl groans]

-[thuds]
-[Duke] Ha!

-[girl] I need help!
-Where's Harl?

[magician]
I think he went this way!

[Wheeler]
Dude, release the hounds!

[dogs barking]

-[Duke] Harl, I need your help!
-[Janet] Harl, where'd you go?

[sneaky music]

[garbage clatters]

All I ever wanted
was to help people.

And here I finally have a day
where everyone wants my help,

and it was a disaster!

Wow, I can't believe some of
this stuff was thrown away.

A lot of it is still good.

This trampoline just needs
new springs.

Ha!

[boings]

And this old Cubby doll,
it just needs a little love!

The easy way is rarely
[powering down] the best way.

Love and batteries.

And this old-timey prospector's
just needs some vitamins.

Ah! Who are you?

I'm Cluster. Cluster Clampots.

And I'll have you know

I take my vitamins every morning
with my breakfast sarsaparilla.

[Jowls barks]

[Cluster] And this here
is Jowls.

-Well, I'm...
-Helpful Harl Hubbs.

We know who you are.

Today's your day, after all.

Harl Hubbs' Day.

I've dreamt of this day forever,

and now I can't wait
for it to be over.

I promised to help everyone,

but instead,
I just let everyone down.

Well, when you try
to please everyone,

sometimes you wind up
pleasing nobody.

If helpful Harl Hubbs
can't help,

then what good is Harl Hubbs?

Sounds like you could use
some help yourself.

But who can help me?

That's a question
only you can answer.

[mysterious music]

[mailbox clanks]

[barking]

Rusty bedpans!

Thought I'd come out
over yonder.

Lemme try that again.
[mumbles]

[clanging]

That's a question
only you can answer.

[clanging, squeaks,
barks, wobbles]

-[car door opens]
-[thuds]

What are you doing?

Prickly Porcupines!

I'm trying to drop
some mystical wisdom on ya,

and then magically disappear,

but I keep picking
the wrong hatches.

Hatches?

Yeah. I've done built secret hatches
and underground tunnels

to best traverse
this here junkyard.

[laughs]
You see, a priceless treasure

is buried somewheres
on this site,

and I've been fixin' to find it
for nigh on five years.

You've been trying to find
this treasure for five years?

No, I've been fixin' to find it.

That's why I mapped
this whole junkyard,

collected supplies,
dug all these secret tunnels,

so I'm prepared
to find the treasure.

Oh, and find it I will.

Maybe I can
help you find it, and...

[Cluster] Never you
mind my treasure!

That's my business!

You should be focusing
on finding what you need here.

I'm not going to find
what I need here.

[Harl] It's just row after row,
pile after pile

of seemingly never-ending
miscellaneous spare parts.

I tried to give everybody
everything today.

But I didn't have everything
I needed.

I wasn't ready to help them!

B-I-N-G-O! Bingo!

The problem wasn't that
I couldn't help everyone.

The problem was that I wasn't
prepared to help everyone!

And the best person
to help me get prepared is me!

I can still turn things around
from here!

[hopeful music]

Wa-ha!

[groaning]

-[whimpers]
-[rattles]

-[whimpers]
-[Cluster] I got ya, Jowls!

-[squeaking]
-Woof!

[clanks]

[clinks]

There! My workshop is complete!

[Harl] What do
you think, Cluster?

-Cluster?
-[metal thuds]

[Cluster] I'm down here!
Fell in a tunnel!

-[Jowls barks]
-[Cluster] I'm okay, Jowls.

A stack of radiators
broke my fall.

Now git going, Harl!

You gots helping to do.

Hey, everyone! It's Harl Hubbs!

I'm in the junkyard.
Come and find me!

Follow the sound of my voice!

♪ Happy Harl Hubbs' Day
To you! ♪

♪ Happy Harl Hubbs' Day
To you! ♪

♪ It's a day to help everyone! ♪

[lady] There he is!

♪ Happy Harl Hubbs' Day to you! ♪

[man #1] Please stop singing!

[man #2] My watch is broken!

[man #3] My dog has fleas.

My computer is frozen!

My pants are covered in mud!

Can you make my radio louder?

[tires screeching]

What are you doing here, Harl?

I just needed a little time
to prepare.

Now, if everyone
would form a single file line,

I'd be happy to help.

[chimes]

[merry music]

[hammering, drilling]

[squeaking]

Um, thanks?

-[whirs]
-Ah, ha, ha. Yeah!

[clangs]

h*! Hey! Up!

-[droning]
-Oh! Woo-hoo!

[clinking]

[zapping]

[glass shatters]

[squeaking]

[shimmers]

[jackhammer whirring]

-Har!
-Shiver me timbers!

Ah, yah mangy scoundrel!

-Ha-har! Ar!
-Avast!

[rattling]

[clatters, drilling, clinking]

[wind blows]

[Doug] Intense.

[squeaking]

-You did it, Harl.
-Ah!

You've got to stop
sneaking up on me.

Looks like you done
fixed your fixin'.

I guess I'll leave ya to it!

I gots treasure huntin' to do!

Come on, Jowls!

Helpful Harl's Handyman Hut
is open for business!

Ta-da!

[closing theme music playing]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

[calm music]

And now, the crèème de la crèème
of the cream,

the pinnacle of our tour,

of Little Hubert's
whipped cream factory,

my secret ingredient tank.

[yawns]

[shutter clicks]

Billy? Billy!

-[Billy] Hey, Mom and Dad!
-[gasps]

-[Billy] Look at me!
-[Mark] Billy, get down!

Isn't that a little too high,
to me?

Uh! Uh-oh!

Someone help that kid!

-[wails]
-I'm coming, Billy.

I'll save him faster.

[Tread grunts]

Whoa!

-Ah!
-Uh!

-[grunts]
-I got you.

[grumbles]

Looks like she saved him first.

Slow and steady always wins.

Oh, yeah?
I challenge you to a race!

My car versus yours!

I'm Little Hubert!

Medium-Sized Hubert's
the competitive Hubert.

Wow! You really
are Tread Octane!

I watch all your races!

Dad, look, it's the wildly
reckless amateur race driver

-I aspire to be like!
-[groans]

-[squeaks]
-You got good taste

in role models, kid.

I gotta peel out now.

-[door rumbling]
-[grunting]

[groans]
Come on!

Come on!
[grunting]

I challenge you to a race!

[Mark] Thanks for driving, Ann.

Group tours are so overwhelming,
to me.

-[screams]
-[car engine revs]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[thuds]
Oh!

-[honking]
-[walker rattling]

I challenge you to a race!

[groans]

[revs]

Excuse me, we have
the right of way.

There's no right of way
in racing.

-[sighs]
-Let him go, Mom.

Tread's the toughest racer
in the city!

Your kid's right! I always win.

I live life one mile at a time,

unless I have to go further,

then I make
the appropriate adjustments.

[revs]

No one slightly pulls ahead
of Tread Octane!

I challenge you to a race!

Oh, please.
I have a family and a life.

-You know, responsibilities.
-I get it.

Everyone's scared
to race Tread Octane.

[Tread] You wouldn't want your family
to see you eat my dust!

Fine. You're on!
I accept your challenge!

-[in unison] What?
-What?

Oh! Okay. Wasn't expecting that.

Great! Choice of venue is yours.

You can race at my junkyard!

Thanks, Harl!

Lemme check my schedule.

Thursday's family flu shots,
then cute cat videos online

to calm Mark down after his flu shot,
that'll probably go into Friday...

Saturday could work!

Then this Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Harl's Junkyard! Be there!

I always win.

[engine revs]

[hammering]

[Ann] Do you have
a racetrack, Harl?

Not at all! But I can build one!

You sure you can build
a racetrack by Saturday?

You seem pretty busy.

I'm a great multitasker!

The trick is
to do everything at once.

One huge, difficult group
of tasks all at one time!

-Simple.
-[ladder clangs]

[Tippy] Here we are.

I'm sorry you became
overwhelmed again, Mr. McCloud.

Luckily, I happened by.

[thuds]

Oh, and very exciting
about your big race, Mrs. McCloud!

-You heard about that?
-Doormen hear all.

Ann, you're not really gonna
race that maniac, are you?

It's dangerous to me.

[sighs]
Oh, I don't know.

[Billy] Vroom, vrooom.
[snores]

Vroom, vrooom.
[snores]

Vroom, vrooom.

[sighs]
Yeah, It's probably a bad idea.

I do have more
important things to do.

[snores]
Vroom, vrooom.

-[playful music]
-[tire rumbles]

[Harl] Wait, I need
some participation trophies!

Oh, and I should get the t-shirt
cannon up and running.

Jumpin' jackrabbits, I'll find
that hidden treasure yet!

Hey, Harl, careful
of this here hatch.

I'm storin' dynamite,
propane tanks,

and my good
reading glasses down there.

What you up to, boy?

Not much, Cluster!

Just building a racetrack,
making a t-shirt cannon,

grading Madison's math homework,

-dancing like no ones watching...
-Hey, now, Harl!

You don't wanna bite off
more than you can chew.

Oh, right, I'm also
eating this sandwich

that's way too big for my mouth.

But no worries, I'm Harl Hubbs,

the helpful
multitasking handyman!

[crunches]

-[clinks]
-What are you looking at, honey?

Just an old photo album.

Aw, look at you
on Halloween as a little girl.

You were so cute,
dressed as a race car driver.

And here's you last Halloween
dressed as a race car driver.

Wait, every picture is you

on different holidays
over the years

all dressed
as a race car driver.

And here's a key that matches

that mysterious,
old monster truck

that's been parked
outside for years.

[truck beeps, plays alarm]

-Honey, am I missing something?
-[Billy] Dad, duh!

-[gasps]
-[creaking]

People dress on Halloween
like what they really wanna be!

Wait, Ann, you wanna race cars!

Well, I guess I've always had
a dream of racing cars

since I was a little girl,

but I just pushed
the dream aside over the years.

Oh, honey, that was so wise!

But even though the idea
is terrifying, to me,

I want you to be happy
and fulfill your dreams.

Thank you, Mark.

It would be great
to finally fix up

my secret monster truck.

[Ann] Or, at least, move it.

I've got six years
of parking tickets

hidden under
your Worrying Chair.

[Mark] No wonder
I haven't been able

to obsessively worry in comfort!

Yeah, Mom, if you fix up
the monster truck,

you actually have a real chance

of getting second place
against Tread Octane!

[Ann] I don't know.

I have to give it some thought.

The reality
might not live up to the dream.

What dream now?

[Gabby] This is Gabby Tocamera live

from the big Junkyard Race!

What started as a simple racing challenge,
has become a major city wide event!

Harl, it looks like
the track isn't completed yet.

-Are you concerned?
-No.

I have everything under control.

The only thing left to do
is the finish line,

so, clearly,
there's no symbolically ironic disaster

in my future!

Oh, excuse me.
The honey's ready!

[bees buzzing]

Huh?

This all began when...

[panicked scream]
[Clemmons] Bees!

This is all began when local

burdened mother and wife,
Ann McCloud,

agreed to race undefeated,

overly aggressive
car enthusiast, Tread Octane.

Tread, what's the secret
to your undefeated racing record?

I think the real secret

is I cross the finish line
before other racers.

Other citizens have eagerly
joined Ann and Tread

for this exciting event,

including Lieutenant
Duke DeTain, The Funky 46,

Police Chief Wheeler,

and other fun, surprising cameos
to be decided!

-[shutter clicks]
-[crowd cheering]

[nervous groans]

[funky music playing]

[shutter clicks]

Tread.
[hurried footsteps]

[Billy] Could you please
autograph my pen?

Looks like you mom is a no show.

Don't feel bad, kid.

A lot of people chicken out
of racing Tread Octane.

-[truck revs]
-[gasps]

What?

-[thuds]
-[Billy] Whoa!

Billy, go sit with your father.

Tread, let's dance.

-Ha!
-[car revs]

[thrilling music]

-[wheels rattle]
-[funky music playing]

[engine revs]

[squeaking]

On your mark!

-[vrooming]
-[Harl] Get set!

[engine roaring]

-Go!
-[buzzing]

[cars rev]

[Clemmons screams in panic]

[shutter clicks]

-[can clanking]
-[Duke] What?

Criminals!

[siren wailing]

-[clanking continues]
-[thuds]

[lady] Go, Ann! Go! Whoopee!

Ain't ya forgettin' somethin'?

Oh, right! The t-shirt cannon!

[tires screeching]

-[funky music plays]
-[tires screeches]

[loud crash]

[in unison]
Yeah!

-[screeches]
-[sparks]

My dynamite and reading glasses!

[loud expl*si*n]

[screaming]

[cheering]

Dancin' cactus quills!

I needed that dynamite
to find the treasure!

Now it'll take forever
to finish the job!

Finish the job? Oh, no!

I forgot to finish
finishing the finish line!

[action music]

[tires screeching]

You might as well give up, Mom!

I'm undefeated!

[Ann] You don't know
the meaning of undefeated.

I'd like to see you handle
one day of what a mom has to do.

Oh, yeah?
I challenge you to a race!

Ah, that's what we're doing right now!
[gasps]

The track isn't finished!

-We need to stop!
-Nice try.

Nothing's gonna stop me
from winning.

Except for maybe
that giant ditch.

[tires screeching]

[screaming]

[loud crash]

-[plank clanks]
-There! Finished!

[sighs]

[Tread groans]

Tread, are you okay?

I'm fine. You?

I've never felt so alive!

-[buzzing]
-Bees!

[panicked scream]

And in a shocking,
come-from-behind victory,

Clemmons wins the race!

-[cheering]
-[thuds]

Agh! Leave me be!

[panting]

Well, Cluster, I guess
I can't do everything at once.

I told you!

You need to take some time
to relax once in a while!

You're right.
I think I'll take a nap.

While doing some yoga,
in a mud bath, watching an old movie,

while I read a good book...

[heavy breathing]

-You're my hero, Mom!
-You're a true racer, Ann.

[Ann] Tread, if it wasn't

for your belligerent
race challenges,

I wouldn't have lived my dream.

And, technically, since neither
of us won, I'm still undefeated!

I would challenge you
to a rematch,

but I think my racing days
are over.

Besides, my truck is totaled.

Bring it by my garage!

I'll help you fix it up.

My shop's always open,
'cept when it's closed.

[Mark] You have
to keep racing, honey!

You were amazing, to me.

If my family supports me,
I'm in!

Dad, can I be a racer too?

[panicked gasp]

-[panicked breathing]
-[Ann sighs]

[Ann] Looks like we'll be watching
cute cat videos the rest of the day.

[closing theme music playing]