01x02 - BURT! The Musical/Sunday No FunDay

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- ♪ 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 ♪

♪ The Middlemost Post ♪

♪ Ahh ♪

[bright music]

♪ ♪

- Parker J is one strikeout away from a perfect no-hitter.

Can the little nimbus do it?

PJC winds up.

Strike three! You're out, Burt!

The cloud did it!

The cloud did it! Listen to that crowd!

[cheering loudly]

[spitting]

- Eh, don't hang your head, Burt.

Really coulda gone either way out there.

You're still my best bud.

- All right, everybody.

Today we're gonna talk about a very important topic:

workplace safety.

First up, how to avoid slips, trips,

sprains, strains.

- Question. - Yes, Parker.

- Where's Burt? It's not like him to no-show

for a super boring meeting.

- Last I saw Burt,

he was right next to that giant pile

of recycling I threw out this--

Oh, no.

- Burt! Burt!

- I'm sorry, Parker.

I was recycling a bunch of boxes

and Burt's a bunch of boxes.

I got box blinded.

- But Burt's not a bunch of boxes.

Burt's my friend.

- I know he is, buddy.

And that's why we're gonna get him back.

- How? - Simple.

All we have to do is go to the Greenwood Recycling Center

and explain what happened.

- Then they'll give us Burt back?

- Hoho, you betcha.

I can't think of one good reason why they wouldn't.

[dramatic music]

Okay, they might have one good reason.

- We're still gonna get Burt back though, right?

- Of course we are.

Have I ever let you down before?

- When you threw out my best friend, Burt.

- [groans] - [whistling]

- Uh, excuse me.

Uh, we'd like to talk to the person in charge.

- I believe His Majesty is meditating

in the Temple of Environmental Enlightenment.

- [gasps] His Majesty?

- Meditating?

- Om.

Free your mind and the trash will follow.

- I've never met a real king before.

How do we greet one? Do we bow?

Bend a knee? Beg for mercy?

- Hey there. Fella!

- Guests!

Hello and welcome, friend!

- Your Excellency.

- Please call me The Recycle King.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. No.

- Hey, man, you be you. S'all good in the recycle hood.

- Yeah, about that.

Uh, I accidentally threw my little buddy's cardboard friend

in the weekly recycling.

- Oh, no. You poor, poor cloud.

You must be devastated.

- I'm still processing it.

- So if we could just get Burt back, that'd be great.

- Burt, you say? I'm afraid I can't do that.

- Why not?

- Because Burt no longer belongs to you.

Burt belongs to the world.

♪ Every piece of trash is someone else's treasure ♪

♪ And treasure's never where you look ♪

- Get the hook.

- ♪ Just chill out, relax ♪

♪ While I reduce and reuse some facts ♪

♪ About a kid who's so much more ♪

♪ Than just some boxes ya stacked ♪

- Aww, we want him back.

- This singing is whack.

- ♪ Tough trash-- he's too smashing to smash ♪

♪ He's a next gen, born again, poster boy of zen ♪

♪ So you can't have him back ♪

♪ But at the same time, you can ♪

♪ Listen up ♪

♪ Now Burty-boy belongs ♪

♪ To everyone in the land ♪

- I don't understand.

- ♪ You see Burt ♪

♪ He belongs to the world ♪

- ♪ He's a star! ♪

- ♪ Yeah, Burt, he belongs to the world ♪

- ♪ Today for no charge ♪

- ♪ If you really wanna get it ♪

♪ Use this coupon, you won't regret it ♪

♪ Have your pick of all the Burts ♪

♪ Or build your own with extra quirks ♪

♪ Gotta turn old into new ♪

♪ I'm just so used to using used ♪

♪ Nothin' better in this life than using something twice ♪

- ♪ Ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh aah, ooh aah ♪

- ♪ See now, here's the proof ♪

♪ Burt's gonna raise the roof ♪

♪ On true recycling awareness ♪

- ♪ Okay, but what about this here mess? ♪

- [crying] Burt!

Burt! Burt!

- ♪ Not to fear ♪

♪ You got the coupon ♪

♪ Go build-a-Burt, a nice brand new one ♪

Tell them the Recycling King sent ya!

♪ Burt, he belongs to the world ♪

♪ Burt, he belongs to the world ♪

Ah.

- I can't believe I'm getting my very own Burt!

- I know one thing's for sure.

We'll never throw him out, son. Never.

- I love you, dad!

- [grumbling] It's not bad.

Looks almost like the real thing.

What do you think, Parker?

- I wonder if Burt knows we're here.

I wonder if he's looking out the same window right now,

thinking of me like I'm thinking of him.

[sad music]

- Hmm.

Parker, Russell, follow me.

Get in, you two. Quick.

We're getting Burt back. The real Burt.

Burt OG. The notorious B-U-R-T.

Burt. - Really?

- I don't care what that king was squawking about.

Burt is our buddy and that's that.

- Whoo-hoo. Angus, are we stealing a car?

- No. Uh, we're uh, repurposing it.

- Oh, cool. So we're recycling it?

- Yep. Into a Rescue Burtmobile.

Now let's get our boy back.

- Wonderful.

You made it for the factory tour.

Smooch over, big cheese. Make room for the others.

Let me hear it if you're pumped to learn about recycling.

Through the gift of song.

[all cheering at once]

♪ I love to sing with my new friends ♪

♪ And I won't stop until the tour ends ♪

- [groans]

- ♪ Come with me ♪

♪ You will see ♪

♪ All the hues that re-use ♪

- Someone make it stop. Please.

- First stop is Outstanding Orangefield!

Orange you glad they recycle there?

Tons of trash from that County Fair.

[eerie indistinct singing]

Yellow Springs!

A veritable rat pack of pack rats.

♪ They re-use in the desert of deserted dreams ♪

♪ Go for the pyramid, stay for the schemes ♪

♪ Red Ridge, Red Ridge ♪

♪ My fave by just a smidge ♪

♪ But the Reddies just aren't ready ♪

♪ When it comes to waste ♪

♪ They're half the reason we started this place ♪

- ♪ Waste in the world, so much waste in the world ♪

- Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for.

- [gasps] Burt?

- I'm afraid Burt is

in the middle of a photo sh**t right now.

And he's very, very busy.

Come, my children.

- Parker, this is our chance

to lose Mr. Sing-a-lot and go find Burt.

I'm going to whisper a plan in your ear.

It's gonna sound like a bunch of gibberish to everyone else.

But you'll understand every word.

[muttering gibberish]

- Yup. Yup.

Roger that. Yes.

Crystal clear.

- Gather around, everyone.

Feast your eyes on the very first can...

recycled. all: Ooh.

- What's it recycled from? - Cans.

cans to be exact.

Isn't that stupendous?

[sneaky music]

♪ ♪

- Does anyone smell smoke? - Nope.

All I smell is dirty soup can.

- [giggling]

[alarm ringing]

- What's happening? Are we in danger?

- Of course not.

[gasps]

Can down! Don't worry.

I'll save you.

- Well done. - We did it!

- Not yet, Parker.

We still gotta find out where that photo sh**t is.

Time for step two.

- ♪ Waste in the world ♪

- Be honest with me, Mikey. The song, it's annoying, right?

- No, I love it.

- Hello, fellow employees.

Any chance you cool nuts know

where that Burt photo sh**t is happening?

- Who's that?

- This is the famous French photographer,

Monsieur Baguette. Burt is expecting him.

- Hmm.

Hmm.

- French fries.

- Seems legit.

He's down the hall, second door on the left.

- Got it. Thanks.

- You think it's gonna make it?

- I'm afraid we're too late.

Hey, where's that bearded man with the fluffy cloud?

- They left to steal Burt.

- They did what? How do you know?

- I speak a little gibberish.

- Yes, Burt, yes. You're smoldering, Burt.

Mmm, more pouty. Now give me serious.

Now excited. Yes.

Yes.

- Okay, there's Burt.

Time for step-- - Burt!

- Excuse me. This is a closed set.

- Okay, see you later then.

- [screaming]

- Hi, Burt. I missed you.

Shh. I know, I know.

- In a world of waste... - [screaming]

- Everything has its place.

And Burt's place is-- [gasps]

Burt, you're here.

Oh, thank goodness.

I got myself all worked up for nothing.

[gasps]

Build-a-Burt...

No!

- [screaming]

- Serve up the old chili cheese dog, Burt.

Bring the heat. Smoke one past me.

C'mon, show me the nasty.

Ball number four.

Batter, take a base. The nimbuses take the win.

Whoo-hoo. Eh, don't hang your head, Burt.

Coulda gone either way out there today.

You're still my best bud.

- [screaming]

[relaxed music]

♪ ♪

- [groaning]

[inhaling deeply] Yeah.

I love Sundays.

Time for a little rest and relaxation.

[humming]

Whoa!

[shouting]

- Ring around the polesy! Whee.

- Oh. Ouch.

- Angus! Wanna play a game with us?

- Parker, today's my one day off work.

And all I wanna do is finish my book.

- But Angus, it's Sunday Funday.

What if you played one game with us, only one?

Games are always more fun with you, Angus.

- Sorry, kiddo. Not today.

You two have fun!

[humming]

Huh? - Wow!

Nice catch, Angus.

You sure you don't wanna play?

It kinda looks like you wanna play.

- Still not playing, Parker.

[humming]

[loud music playing]

[shouts]

- Angus, wanna jam with us?

- No, thank you, Parker. - Aw, c'mon, Angus.

Snaring is caring.

- Peace and quiet. That's all I want on a Sunday.

[popping]

- Angus, look!

We wrapped the room in bubble wrap

so we'll know if we're being too loud.

Oops, sorry, my bad. - [growling]

[popping]

[snarling]

- Okay, that one was Russell.

- That's it. You two gotta go.

- But we were quiet like you said.

- Too late. Go on.

Skedaddle. Vamoose.

Leave!

- Oh, my cloud.

We have no place to live!

- Ahh. Sweet, sweet silence.

[mimicking zooming]

Oh, no, we've been hit. We're going down.

Ooh.

- Attention all citizens of Mt. Middlemost.

Oh, looks like Nedsuvius, our resident volcano,

is expected to erupt by the end of the day.

- Well, I'll be. Ned's early this year.

- Yeah, batten down the hatches.

Look out for that lava, and enjoy the fireworks!

From a safe distance, of course.

- Ooh-hoo! Parker's never seen

a good old-fashioned Nedsplosion before.

Talk about a day the little nimbus won't forget.

- This day can't get any worse.

I mean, I-I lost my home and my best friend.

[stomach growling]

Oh, great. Now I'm hungry.

The day can get worse.

- Excuse me!

You can't start a fire here.

You're in the middle of town!

- Sorry, we're kinda new to the whole "drifter" scene.

- Pfft, get a job.

- [gasps] That's it!

A job fixes all our problems.

With a job, you make money,

and with money you can buy sneakers.

Huh. Wait, no.

[stomach growling] Oh, yeah, food.

- I figure we'll watch Ned blow chunks from the crow's nest.

They have best seats on the whole mountain.

My homemade hot cocoa should keep us

nice and toasty up there.

- Aw, Angus, live a little.

It's Parker's first big Ned "splod."

- I'm gonna ask Ms. Pam for a job

and I will not take "No" for an answer.

- Greetings, Ms. Pam. - I'm a bit busy, hon.

- Okay!

It, uh, yeah, that was a hard "No."

- I might have a bigger size in the back.

- Hmm. What do you think, Ryan?

Too snug?

- Well, sir, snug is in right now.

- So you're telling me this coat

is impermeable to flames,

scalding steam, hot lava, and those pesky little embers

that aim straight for your eyeball?

- It works.

- Now help me out of this, Ryan!

- Hi, Lily. - Hi, Parker.

Hi, Russell. How are you doing?

- Ah, you know, ups and downs, smiles and frowns.

Am I right? - Sounds right.

- Pull, Ryan. Use your tiny little muscles.

- Parker, I love our chats, but as you can see,

I'm really swamped right now. And business is boomin'.

I need to turn a bunch of raincoats into lavacoats,

and I only have twelve hands. And one is a lava launcher.

- Oh, Lily, today is your lucky day

because I'm lookin' for work!

- Really? You're hired.

- Awesome! Alright, Russell, let's unpack.

- What in the-- - [yelps]

- [whimpering]

- I've been a size two since college, Ryan.

A size two.

- Um, Parker, what are you doing?

- Setting up our room. Unless Russell and I

get our own rooms, which would be pretty cool.

Although I'd miss you, buddy.

- Parker, what do you think a job is?

- It's a place where you work, eat, sleep, take baths,

live. Stuff like that.

- Parker, I have some bad news.

- Well, girl, looks like we're out of options.

Can't say we didn't try our best, though.

We gave it all we had.

Left it all out there on the field.

A job is just not in the cards.

Don't worry, though.

I promise I'll find us a place to live.

Preferably on a mountain

but I'd settle for mountain adjacent.

Ya know, someplace like, uh--there.

- [squealing]

- What do you mean, "No?" It's perfect!

Sure, there's no ship at the top, but it's a start.

Aw, come on, Russell, before someone calls dibs.

- [whines]

[rock music]

[choral music]

[rock music]

[choral music]

[rock music]

[choral music and rock music alternating]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Russell. - [Russell barking]

- Russell?

- [humming]

- [shrill barking]

- Russell! Never sneak up on a knitter.

Everyone knows that. Whoa!

Whoa, girl. What's goin' on?

- [shrill barking]

[whimpering]

- You two thought what?

- [barking]

- No, I didn't mean leave forever.

Well, where's Parker now?

- [growling]

- Oh, no!

[harmonica playing]

- ♪ My walrus left me ♪

♪ Now I'm alone ♪

- For rock's sake, you're killin' me, cloud.

- Sorry, mister. I thought I was all alone.

- Yeah, I heard the song.

- Boy, is it warm here or is it just me?

- Are you serious right now, kid?

Ned's wicked fired up, and trust me,

you don't wanna be around when Ned blows his stack.

- This Ned sounds like a real hot head.

- Now you're gettin' it, kid.

- Hey, wait. You wanna jam a little?

- Angus? - [grunting]

Parker, you need to get down. - Is this about Ned?

Because I think Ned'll be okay with me living on his mountain

once he gets to know me.

- Yeah. Parker, this is not a mountain.

It's a volcano.

Ned is a volcano.

- Volcano? Wow! So this is what a vol--

- Parker?

[sizzling]

Parker! Buddy.

No!

All the kid wanted to do was play one silly game with you.

But no, you had to be a big old fart about it.

And now the little nimbus is gone.

[sobbing]

- You're not a big old fart, Angus.

- Parker? Is that you?

- Over here, Angus. - You're alive!

- I'm made out of water and ice crystals, Angus.

Two things that are hard to k*ll

but super refreshing on a hot summer day.

- I'm sorry, Parker. - Why are you sorry?

I'm the one that didn't give you peace and quiet

like you asked for.

I don't blame you for wanting me out of your life forever.

- Out of my life? Parker, would a guy

who wants you out of his life knit you a tiny cloud hat

to keep your tiny cloud noggin warm?

- That's for me? - I made one for all of us.

The crow's nest can get awfully chilly at night.

- Matching beanies?

- You betcha.

[both screaming]

Parker, what are you doing? - Saving you.

- But I'm the one that's supposed to save you.

- You already did, Angus. You already did.

- You sure you can carry me? - Nope!

- Oh!

Yow! Ooh!

So I was thinkin', maybe next Sunday on our day off,

we can all play a game?

It's called, "First To Talk Loses."

- Ooh, that sounds fun! - Then Sunday Funday it is.

- Ha, you lost! - Heh heh, no, Parker, uh,

we'll start the game next Sunday.

- Oh, you lose again. - Parker--

- Wow! Three in a row.

You know, you're not very good at your own game, Angus.

- [grumbling]

- Are we still playing? - Gotcha!

[laughter]

- Come on, Angus. - Ooh, ooh.

This is the big one!

[intense music]

♪ ♪

all: Wow!

- Quite the view, huh, Ryan?

- Sir, maybe you should watch Ned from up here.

- Oh, shut up, Ryan.

This suit is impervious to flame, steam, brimstone,

and even those pesky little embers

that aim right for your--

- I'll get the receipt, sir!

[laidback music]

♪ ♪