- ♪ Once there was a captain ♪
♪ He was a serious dude ♪
♪ Well, he crashed into a mountain ♪
♪ But man, it lightened the mood ♪
♪ Speaking of lightening the mood ♪
♪ Speaking of thunderous joy ♪
♪ In comes Parker J, a rain cloud ♪
♪ Looking for new employ ♪
♪ The beautiful captain said, "Hey!" ♪
♪ The cheerful rain cloud said, "Hi!" ♪
♪ They started working together ♪
♪ What a magical sight ♪
♪ The Middlemost Post ♪
♪ Aah ♪
♪ The Middlemost Post ♪
♪ Aah ♪
[energetic techno music]
♪ ♪
- Well, if it isn't my favorite postman,
Angus R. Shackleton III.
- Mayor, we have a package for you.
[beeping - Make way.
Huge package coming through.
- Curious as to what's in the box, Angus?
- Nope.
- Bye!
- Ugh, the Middlemost Post has robbed us
from the sun for far too long, Ryan.
And I'm tired of freezing my tuchus off
in a day-long shadow of misery.
Mark my words.
This will be the last delivery
Angus R. Shackleton III will ever make.
[cackles]
- [deep robotic laugh]
- So you're telling me it's just bread,
but cooked a little?
- That's what I'm telling you.
- No way.
[heavy thumping]
crowd: Ooh!
Aah! - I want to ooh and aah!
I wonder what everyone's looking at.
crowd: Ooh! - [gasps]
crowd: Aah!
Ooh!
Aah!
- What is that?
- Well, it's the package you delivered
just this morning.
It's called the PostBot .
People are saying it's the future of mail delivery.
- Ooh. Aah.
- Eh, you seen one robot uprising,
you seen 'em all.
Come on, you two. Let's skedaddle.
- What can it do?
- A good question, cloud.
If only we had some mail to test it out.
- Ooh, idea! Idea!
Hello. What about this box of envelopes?
Would that possibly work?
- I think it will, random citizen.
[beeping]
[exciting music]
crowd: Ooh.
Aah.
- That was extraordinary!
- I've done some sweet backflips in my day.
I don't feel the need to brag about it, though.
- Ah, c'mon, show 'em, Angus.
Angus! Angus!
crowd: Angus! Angus!
- Fine. Back up.
Give me some room here.
[groaning]
Russell, mail, please.
[upbeat music]
[grunting]
[crowd gasps]
- You dropped these.
- I am thinking that the PostBot
should deliver our mail
and not Angus.
- You bring up a valid point, random citizen.
The fine people of Mount Middlemost
deserve the best when it comes to their postal service.
- That bot's nothing but a showboater.
I can out-deliver it any day of the week.
- Sounds to me like we need a...
mail-off!
Split a day's mail in half,
and whoever finishes first wins.
- Fine.
- And gets to run the Middlemost Post.
- [gasps]
Deal.
[suspenseful music]
- The rules are simple.
There are no rules.
[dramatic musical flourish]
Just kidding. There's a rule.
First to deliver the mail wins.
- All right, now stay loose, big guy.
You got this. - [gurgles]
- Nervous, Angus?
- Nerves are for the weak.
Besides, I have a secret w*apon.
- A laser sword? [thunderclap]
- You, Parker.
You're my secret w*apon.
There's no one in the world that can do
what my little floating friend can do.
- Aww!
[mechanical whirring]
- Whatever is PostBot doing?
The PostBot has a secret w*apon of his own!
crowd: Ooh!
Aah!
- It looks just like me.
Hello, Drone Parker.
- [whines] - Don't worry, girl.
They may have a drone,
but nothing can replace or out-haul you.
- [gulps]
- Still not impressed.
- Everyone, take your marks.
The mail-off for the fate of the Middlemost Post
is about to begin.
Three...two...
[air horn blares] - Go!
[energetic electronic music]
♪ ♪
- [belching]
- See? That glorified mail sorter
has nothing on the Middlemost Post.
- Angus is faster than we thought, sir.
- Not for long, Ryan. Not for long.
What's the use of a drone if you don't use it to spy?
Or cheat! [beeps]
♪ ♪
[music speeds up]
♪ ♪
[all breathing heavily]
- It's okay, Angus. No big deal.
- Well, we'll lose our jobs and our home
if we lose this mail-off,
so it is kind of a big deal.
We need to split up.
- Split up?!
Is it something I said? Something I did?
Who's gonna get Russell?
- No, Parker, not that split up!
I mean split up the deliveries.
I'll finish Red Ridge
and you and Russell head to Purpleton.
We'll cover more ground that way.
- [barking happily] - Hear that, Russell?
I get to keep you.
Come on, girl!
[beeping and whirring]
- [whistles] [belches]
[gulps] [whirring]
[panting]
[relaxed music]
♪ ♪
- Hold it there, feller.
Just what do you think you're doing?
- Delivering mail
like a total boss.
- Is that right?
[whistles]
I can go toe-to-toe with this guy.
What do you say, tough stuff?
You wanna dance?
Grr!
- Grr!
- Grr! - Grr!
[funky music]
♪ ♪
- PostBot appears to be stuck.
Unstick it, Ryan!
I want that ship!
- Unsticking, sir.
- Come on, Russell.
Only a few more.
Uh, Russell?
You okay, girl?
[beeping and whirring]
Don't worry, Russell. I'll find out what's wrong.
Hello?
Somebody in here?
[thunderclap] [tools clanking]
Oh, hi, Drone Parker.
Are you in here to help Russell with her tum-tum problems too?
Are you gonna give me a hug?
[laughing] Stop it!
No, really! Really! [thunderclap]
[giggles]
Oh. My. Cloud!
I destroyed Drone Parker.
No!
[beeps]
- [belches] - [sobbing]
Oh, hey, Russell.
- PostBot dance.
PostBot boogie.
Dance. Dance.
- Ryan, it's time to put on your big boy pants.
The mayor is counting on you.
- I'm sorry I zapped you, Drone Parker.
You seemed like a really nice drone.
I bet we would have been real good friends.
May your light always burn bright, good buddy.
[guitar riff]
[zaps]
[dramatic music]
- Just one more switch.
That should do it.
[beeping and humming]
I did it. [laughs]
All booted up.
- You're all booted up. Boot.
- [screaming]
[faint crash]
Why, PostBot? Why?
- We got our share of the mail out, Angus.
Every last piece.
- Great job, you two.
Any problems?
- No.
- Then what do you say we win this thing?
That tin can can't be too far ahead.
- Help! Please!
Over here.
I'm stuck in the stinkhole.
It's real dark down here.
And it smells.
- We have to help that poor person.
- Hello? - Parker, if we stop, we lose.
- [crying]
All alone?
In the dark?
And it's smelly.
And they can't get out.
[sobbing] Oh, no!
- Someone's coming.
[cheers and applause]
PostBot.
[crowd gasps] - Yes!
That stupid ship is mine
and I can do whatever I want with it,
and I want to blow it to smithereens.
[mimics expl*si*n]
I mean, good for the PostBot.
And good for Mount Middlemost, right?
I mean, we're all winners here today, right?
Except for Angus.
He's a loser.
- PostBot rules.
Nailed it.
- Hold on a minute.
I see Angus.
And he's holding something.
No, he's holding someone.
- Who cares?
- It's Ryan.
- Ryan?
[dreamy music]
♪ ♪
- Ryan, what are you doing?
- Angus saved his life. Didn't you, Angus?
- It was no big deal.
- PostBot over here kicked him into old stinkhole.
[crowd gasps]
- Now, cloud, I seriously doubt
something as advanced as PostBot would--
- I totally kicked him.
[crowd gasps]
- Angus is my hero.
[cheers and applause]
- All right, all right, enough.
- Do you people want a true hero
to deliver your mail,
or do you want a robot
that's kind of a jerk?
- Your mom is a jerk. [crowd gasps]
- I say we stick with Angus and not the jerk bot.
- [mumbles in agreement] - I like Angus.
- Okay then, yeah, we'll just stick with Angus.
- We won, Angus! We won!
- Well, technically...
- Eh, don't overthink it, big guy.
- Wait. What is happening?
A bet is a bet.
PostBot is the winner!
- Well, the people have spoken, sir.
- I don't care about the people, Ryan.
What are we supposed to do with this hunk of junk now?
- [grunts] [whimpers]
[melancholic music]
♪ ♪
- Grr.
- Grr!
- Grr...
- Grr!
[funky music]
[relaxed music]
♪ ♪
- [giggling]
- [gargles]
Thanks, Parker. [yawns]
Last one to hit the sack is a rotten--hmm?
- You're an egg, Angus.
- I don't know why I keep doing that.
Solid day of work, you two.
- Don't forget fun!
- Of course. And fun.
Good night, Parker.
- Psst!
Hey, Angus?
Do you think tomorrow is gonna be
as great as it was today?
- Well, I don't see why not.
Now get some sleep, Parker.
- Good night, Angus.
Good night, Russell.
[snoring]
- [with a French accent] Huh-huh!
Now to add the finishing touch
to my masterpiece.
Eh?
- [cackles]
Your colors are looking a little washed out.
- [screaming]
Sacré bleu!
Whoa!
- [whimpers]
- [screams]
- [whimpers]
[booms]
- [high-pitched scream]
What? Who's there?
- It's only me.
- [whining]
- [whimpers]
- [gasps] Parker?
- I had a bad dream and I think I...
I...night thundered.
- Night thundered?
Uh, okay.
It's not a big deal.
I mean, it happens.
- It does?
- Sure.
Probably was a one-time thing.
- [worried groan]
- Don't worry about it.
- You think anyone else on the mountain heard?
- Parker, buddy, I'm sure you didn't disturb
a single soul.
[moans and groans]
- Angus, I think they did hear.
- Nonsense.
We've been delivering mail all morning
and not a single person has brought it up.
- I didn't get any sleep because of you, cloud.
- [shrieks]
- Well, how are you so sure it was my best buddy here?
- Hey, man, my house was struck by lightning.
- [gasps] [whimpers]
- Don't worry about that guy, Parker.
Parker?
Parker, are you hiding inside Russell again?
- No.
- I got an idea.
What do you say we visit Ms. Pam
and get us some delicious toast?
- Yes, please!
[bell dinging]
Wonder where Ms. Pam is.
- [laughs] [bell dinging]
- Okay, okay, I'm here.
- You're not tired because of me,
are you, Ms. Pam?
- [laughs nervously] Oh, no.
What can I get you, sweetie?
- Whatever the little nimbus wants.
- Anything I want?
I'll have what I had yesterday.
- The Frooty Tooty Toasty Cutie?
Very popular.
- Extra Tooty, please.
[trumpet blares] Toot, toot!
- You know what?
Make it a full loaf.
- A full loaf?
[snoring]
[peaceful music]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbles]
Oh, no. I almost boomed again!
What am I gonna do? I gotta stay awake.
Can't fall asleep 'cause if I do,
I'm gonna night thunder again.
Need toast for energy.
Don't judge me, Burt.
I'm really stressed out.
Staying up all night oughta be...
easy-peasy...sleepy...
[burbled screaming]
[screams] [crashes]
[snores]
I'm awake. [sighs]
I'm awake.
I'm awake!
[bubble wrap popping]
[grunting]
I'm awake. Ah! My face!
[crashing and grunting]
Wide awake! [crashing and grunting]
I'm awake. I'm awake. Wide awake.
[bubble wrap squeaking] Not gonna fall asleep.
Not gonna fall asleep.
[dreamy harp plays]
- And with the power vested in me, man,
I now pronounce you husband and--
[thunderclap]
- Is it too late to RSVP?
[thunderclap] [cackles]
[all screaming]
No. No. No more hail. No.
[all screaming] - This is all your fault, Doug.
- You ruined my one chance at love, cloud!
[grunts] - Doug!
- [groans]
- I'm sorry, Doug!
[lightning humming]
- [whimpers] [thunderclap]
[birds singing]
- Nails, please.
- Oof.
- Don't b*at yourself up, Parker.
We can fix this.
- You really think we can fix my night booms?
- Oh, eh... [laughs]
I meant the giant hole in the ship.
- [sniffling]
- And your night booms.
Obviously.
- I just wanna help people.
Not hurt people.
Everyone must hate me.
- Hate you? Have you not met yourself?
Look in this mirror.
Go on, look.
How can anyone hate such a nice, sweet cloud?
[thunderclap] - [cackles]
No!
Trust me, they can hate me.
Besides, fixing my night booms is gonna be impossible.
- Hmm. Huh. Hmm.
You know, has anyone seen Parker J. Cloud around?
Because all I see is Parker "Can't" Cloud.
We'll straighten this out, kiddo.
I've never let you down before, have I?
- Well...no.
- Exactly.
And I'm not about to start now.
I got this. [triumphant fanfare]
I don't got this!
The kid feels horrible and I don't know what to do.
- Have you tried Thunderwear?
- [stammers] Thunderwear?
- I only have one pair,
and lucky for you, it's in size cloud.
- Ya think it'll help Parker from zipping and zapping
and ripping and rumbling while sleeping?
- Well, it is made with the most advanced
boom suppression technology in the world.
I've been working on it throughout my sleepless nights.
- Wait till Parker gets a load of this!
Hmm... - Industrial-strength earplugs.
They've been a hot seller lately.
- Well, don't keep us in suspense any longer.
How's it fit?
- Perfect, and it feels just, ugh, great to move in.
Hiyah! Oof.
- [chuckles]
Well, I sure hope it works.
- [grumbles]
- [stammers] But if not, don't worry.
It's not a problem.
[cool music]
- What's good? Like the new undies?
It's called Thunderwear,
and it's a Parker J. Cloud exclusive.
It even has a secret pocket sewn inside.
That's where I put my new favorite toast,
the Frooty Tooty Toasty Cutie.
[screams]
[grunting]
My Thunderwear!
No!
[screaming]
[intense music]
[maniacal laughter]
♪ ♪
[cackles]
Come get some!
[grunts] No. No!
All this destruction has made me hungry!
[cackles]
[both scream]
[screaming]
[toots]
Ha. It worked.
[whistling] Oh, it didn't work!
[whistling and rumbling]
[sustained booming]
- Hmm...ah, looking good. Looking good, Terry.
[sustained booming]
[toots]
- Uh, Angus?
You didn't hear that? - [snoring]
- Russell? - [snoring]
- [gasps] Earplugs?
"Hello, sleep. Goodbye, booms"?
[sniffling]
You said I wasn't a problem.
Don't worry.
You won't have to deal with my booms
or me anymore.
[somber music]
- Parker?
Parker!
- Don't come any closer, Angus!
I'm a horrible rain cloud
who does horrible, horrible things!
[wind whistling]
- [gasps] - No, Parker.
You're not a horrible cloud.
- In my dreams, I am!
I destroyed fine works of art!
I ruined Doug's wedding!
I even ate you and Russell!
[chomps]
[sobbing]
- Kiddo, just because that happens in your dreams
doesn't make it real.
- My night booms are real.
I was born a rain cloud after all.
- Yes, you are a rain cloud.
But you're also a happy cloud, a friendly cloud,
but most importantly, you're a good cloud.
- [sighs] Thanks, Angus.
But I still don't know what to do
about my night booms.
[crunches]
[thunder rumbles]
- Hmm... [bell dings]
- Oh, yeah.
Lots of complaints
about the Frooty Tooty Toasty Cutie
causing all sorts of booms.
And by booms, I mean...
[farting]
- [giggles]
- But it sounds like some of us were affected
a little bit more than others.
Sorry, PJC.
Here's a coupon for one free loaf of toast.
- [gasps]
One loaf of your Frooty Tooty Toasty Cutie, please.
- Parker, it's Pam's new toast
that's been giving you the night booms.
- It was?
- Well, I guess there's only one way to find out.
- [snoring]
- So far, so good, Russell.
No Frooty Tooty Toasty Cutie, no night booms.
We're in the clear!
- [whimpering] [thunder rumbles]
- Parker!
- [whimpers]
Aah!
Phew.
I had the best dream!
- Well, it sure beats the booms.
01x03 - POSTBOT 3000/Boom Goes the Cloud
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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.