01x16 - Summer of La Hamaca/Summer of the Santa Anas

[bunniefuu]

Ay, qué calor.

I'm melting faster than a paleta.

Tater, why don't you
and Primos go play in the backyard

while I fix the AC?

Follow me, Primos.

Wait. Has that hammock always been there?

[man with evil voice reading]

[♪ opening theme music playing]

[singing] ♪ Hey! Another day
in my old hood! ♪

♪ Summer's startin',
and it's gonna be so good! ♪

♪ Hey, oh, hey, I was gonna be cool ♪

♪ Then you all moved in
and got me looking like a fool, again ♪

♪ Oye, Primos! ♪

♪ Why you all up in my face? ♪

♪ Oye, Primos! ♪

♪ Get up off my space ♪

♪ Oye, Primos! ♪

♪ You're wearing out my brain ♪

♪ You're driving me insane ♪

♪ Not the roll call again! ♪

♪ Cousin Bud, Nacho and Lita ♪

♪ Tere, Tabi and Tonita ♪

♪ Scooter, Lotlot and Gordita ♪

♪ Nachito, ChaCha and Lucita ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

No! Come on!

♪ Oye, Primos! ♪

Where did this hammock come from?

I don't care where it came from.

It's in the shade.

Yeah, man,
it's the perfect spot for a day like this.

Aw, seriously. It looks super breezy.

Who, uh... gets to go first?

Ahem!

I call spit dibbs.

[all exclaiming]

Why!

Ah! This hammock will be perfect
for working on my final form today.

I've got my itinerary
and nothing's gonna stop me. Ha ha!

It's a hot one, chamacos.
Make sure to drink enough liquid.

No!

Get away from that hammock.

Huh?

Stay away.

Once you sit in a hammock, it drains
all of your will to follow your dreams.

No dreams?

No, thank you.

Uh, espera. Isn't pop always napping?

Yeah. What's wrong with the hammock, man?

I'll tell you what's wrong.

A hammock is relaxing, too relaxing.

The last time I got in a hammock,

Hacienda Hills part of México.

And when I woke up from my nap,

it had become part of the U.S.

No!

La Hamaca is cursed!

That story can't be true, Pop.

And I still don't see what's
so wrong with relaxing.

Well, I do.

My final form has no time
in her itinerary to relax.

Thanks for warning us, Pop
I'm off to follow my dreams.

[all chattering]

Hmph! Bueno.

It's my day off, and I work hard.

¿Qué es lo peor que podría pasar?

Ah!

It's even more relaxing than I thought.

[snores]

Now, the first item of business is...

[soft growling] Hamaca...

[shivering]

No distractions today, Tater.

Now, let's see.
First item of business on my itinerary...

Fifteen minutes to practice.
my final form signature.

How about this?

Or this...

Or this...

[all groaning]

[babbling]

[indistinct whispering] Baby Bud...

relax...

Relax.

I thought the curse of La Hamaca was gone.

pero ahora, it's come for my grandkids.

No more, Mister Nice Pop.

[grunting]

[evil laughter]

But first, a little
jugo de nopal. [slurps]

Time to practice my final form handshake.

Maybe it can be like pattycake.

Oh, wait. That's what Lila does
with her cake boyfriends.

There will be no pattycake today, my love.

Alas, the sunlight is no place for us.

[grunts]

It's so hot, I can't think.

Hamaca... [growling]

[shudders] The hammock!

Tater...

Relax...

No. Focus, Tater.

Do you think superheroes get to relax?

Or Madame President?

Or like wild horse trainers
who speak 10 languages?

They don't relax.

They work!

[laughs] Productivity!

Got to hydrate plants...

[La Hamaca] Cousin Bud...

Relax...

It's so hot!

[La Hamaca] Relax, relax...

I'm not sorry, nature fam,
but I gotta chill out, man.

[La Hamaca in loud voice] Relax!

[panting]

[La Hamaca] Hamaca.

-[squeaking]
-Oh, cha cha cha.

[squeaking]

[La Hamaca whispering] Relax...

Go long.

I've got it. I've got it.

[La Hamaca whispering] I've got it.

Phew! Final forms need to stay hydrated.

Luckily, next on the itinerary...

drink eight ounces of water.

[La Hamaca whispering] Relax...

Nice try, Hammock.

Hydration, check!

Tater, we're scared.

The hammock calls to us,

but we don't have time to waste.

Indeed. We are all incredibly busy.

And I hate naps.

I'm Nachito, not Napchito. Hmph!

The hammock calls to you?

[Hammock whispers] Hamaca.

Primos!

They got in the hammock.

What about Pop's warnings?

You gotta help us, Tater.

The hammock looks so relaxing.

But I'm so busy today.

Gah! Great.

I'm gonna run behind on my itinerary.

There. It's easy.

Just stay behind this line
and away from the hammock.

-Understood?
-[all agreeing]

[grumbles]

Okay, so what's next on my list?

Ah! A one minute workout.

No matter what my final form looks like,

I know it's gonna have abs of steel!

[♪ heavy metal music playing]

We have a plank.

Hamaca...

Lucita! Lucita, No! Don't cross the line.

No, Lucita!

I'm planking... [grunting]

[La Hamaca] Lucita, relax...

Yes, I could relax.

[Tater grunting]

Lucita, I'm working on my abs.

[La Hamaca whispers]
Hamaca, chamaca. Hamaca, chamaca.

[whimpering]

[La Hamaca whispers]
Hamaca, chamaca. Hamaca, chamaca.

[clock bleeps]

Lucita!

No!

[all] Relax, Tater.

You all have the mark of hammock!

And you have all those stress wrinkles.

But they'd go away if you'd just relax.

And those gray hairs, too.

And those liver spots.

Hey, that's ageism!

Wrinkles and gray hair
are a small price to pay for productivity.

Succumb to the hammock, Tater.

The scientific merits of relaxation
are well studied and peer reviewed.

Gordita. You've got the mark.

Napping is incredible.

[all] Relax, Tater.

[screams]

[gasps]

[all] Relax, Tater.

You... You were just right there!
I can't escape it.

Maybe I should relax.

Maybe I should get in the hammock.

No mas!

Ah! Thank you.

I should never have left you
all alone with that thing.

La Hamaca es muy poderosa.

But now that everyone is caught, hmm,

do you have time
in your itinerary to save your Primos?

Ah, let's see.

I do schedule about 11 minutes
every day to save the Primos

from whatever problem
they might be facing.

Muy bien. Let's break
the curse of La Hamaca once and for all.

Pepper oughta sneeze them
out of that hammock.

[Pop] Say when?

[all sneezing]

[all sighing]

[Lita] This rocking is even more relaxing.

No, no, no, no.

Let's see you try to relax
with this irresistibly danceable music.

[♪ dance music playing over stereo]

How about some whale song, everyone?

[♪ whale song playing over stereo]

[all] So relaxing!

Not fair!

[La Hamaca] Relax, Tater.

[all chanting]
Hamaca, chamaca. Hamaca, chamaca.

We can relax for five minutes.

No! Tater!

[chanting continues]

Take me! Take me instead.

Oh!

Pop! No!

[birds chirping]

Huh.

Hmm...

What is this sensation?

Is this what relaxing feels like?

[all sighing]

¿Ya me entiendes? It's not so bad.

We were wrong, chamaca,
relaxing is so beautiful.

Wow!

What if Madam President,
superhero, multilingual horse trainers

got to relax sometimes?

Would they be even more productive?

[both neighing]

Maybe it's okay to relax after all

[all] Ow!

What just happened, man?

How long were we asleep?

Is it Mexico?

All right, y'all. I fixed the A C.

You can come back inside now.

We sure learned our lesson.

You looked so scary before,
but you're actually kind of beautiful.

-Wait. Don't.
-It's okay, Pops.

I understand now. Relaxing isn't bad.

Maybe my itinerary should include

time to relax with Pop.

Ay, chiquitita. Qué linda.

[La Hamaca whispers] Hamaca...

[gasps] La Hamaca!

[man reading]

-Prepare thyself, knave!
-[neighs]

May thy strike be straight and true.

[shouting indistinctly]

[shouting indistinctly]

[both grunting]

I'll get you next time!

[announcer] Space Joustice!

Ha! They were so close that time.

[chortling] Why, yes.

I will accept the key to the universe!

[screams]

Thanks for the spa mask, T Sisters.

After all that hot weather,
my face was feeling drier than a raisin.

We noticed.

Piel seca como una pasa.

Could it be?

Hmm.

[zaps]

Static in the air.

Y mira. It's dry, and windy.

Lo sabía...

Ay, escuchen todos.
There's a tormenta de polvo coming.

A storm of chicken?

[laughing] Oh, hija! You slay me!

That's pollo, your Buela said, polvo.

That means dust.

Wait.

A dust storm?
Mama, did you mean the Santa Anas winds?

[all gasp]

Mm. At this time of year,
highly improbable.

-[all sighing]
-You're right, little sis.

Then again, climate change is very real.

[all shouting]

How long do we have
before the winds hit, Buela?

-Mm. Media hora, tops.
-[gasps] I've got laundry on the line.

Save my spot.

I'll save my plant fam.

[snorts] Save my tires.

Nos vemos, familia.

We have to beat the storm home.

Wait, I have something for you.

Santa Anas go-bags!

I've packed all the emergency essentials.

Water, flashlights
and those canned mini-sausages.

Hey, now that's smart thinking, chamaca.

Sí, sí, sí. Muy lista.
Gracias, mija. Cuídense todos.

Adiós.

Dang, Pop didn't even
come back for his hat.

I'll never treat you like that, Diary.

That's why I packed you first.

Aw. Everyone's trapped inside.

Well, I'm not scared of a little wind.

[shouting]

[announcer] Space Joustice.

The TV broke!

[both] No!

What do we do now, hermanote?

-I don't know! I have no imagination!
-Ahem!

You could try finding
some outlet for creative expression.

Creativity?

[both whimpering]

Oh, ye of simple, unprepared minds
without a backup plan like moi.

Time to take my
go-bag and go bag some Tater time.

All right. Now for an evening
of creative expression.

[chuckles]

Just me and my diary.

Now to retrieve it
from its dust-proof pocket.

Huh?

Where's my diary?

Huh! Wait!

♪ Ta-ta-da, treats for you,
Ta-ta-da ♪

-[both] Wee!
-Huh?

I gave Buela the bag with my diary!

[breathing heavily]

Okay. Okay. Maybe this is a good thing.

Diary and I could use a break
from each other, right?

[whimpering]

No! You've got this, Tater.

Just take it one minute at a time.

[creepy voice] Anxiety!

Ah! I should go check on the Primos!

[grunting]

Nachito, what are you doing?

Space Joustice,
directed by Big Nacho, starring Big Nacho.

I slap!

Ah!

Too hard, Big Nacho!

That's not incredible.

They've got cabin fever.

[exclaims, grunts]

Oh, if only I could write
about all of this... huh?

...in my diary!

Maybe I'll just ask Dad
to take me to Buela's.

He's got four wheel drive.

[all snoring]

Hmm. The brown noise of the wind
has engaged their REM cycle.

They'll be asleep for hours.

Oh. Cool. No problem.

That's okay.

I'm okay.

I'm...

[screaming]

Diary!

I thought I owned that diary,
but it ended up owning me.

So many anxious thoughts...

but nowhere to put them. [straining]

I know! If I can't have my diary,

I'll find a replacement.

[laughs evilly]

Quakey's menu! This'll do!

[laughs evilly]

All right, here we go.

Huh? [gasps]

Vision Tiger!
Oh, Vision Tiger, how I've missed you!

-Huh?
-Hey, what gives?

[exclaims] Who are you?

You're some kind of... lookalike tiger.

You're definitely not Vision Tiger.

Well, you ain't my doctor.

So quit it with that judgy look.

What do you want, kid?

I'm busy here.

Um... I need help.

My diary's missing
and I can't do anything without it.

Easy fix.

Just go to Buela's and get the dang thing.

Little dust never hurt nobody.

[laughing, coughing]

This dust is k*lling me.

-[continues coughing]
-I guess you're right.

Of course I am.

You can leave a tip on your way out.

-So long!
-[gasps]

Arrivederci. See you later. Get out!

Stop there!

Come back!

¿Qué pasa, Small fry? ¿Todo bien?

No! [sobbing] Todo no bien!

I think Tater finally snapped.

Why is it never me?

[exhales] I'm sorry.

I just haven't been myself
without my diary.

♪ I'm nervous, nothing I do is working ♪

♪ Got this anxious energy inside of me ♪

♪ No way to write it down and get it out ♪

♪ The pain of truth
is licking at my brain ♪

♪ It's a word prisoner trying to escape ♪

♪ I've lost my grip on reality ♪

♪ I'm slipping,
quick, what's the strategy? ♪

♪ I'm frantically, haphazardly ♪

♪ Not coping well with this tragedy ♪

♪ I'm just gonna move my body ♪

♪ I'm just gonna shake, shimmy and sway ♪

♪ If I can find a groove, it might be... ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Just enough to dance it all away ♪

♪ Away, away, dance it all away ♪

♪ Away, away, dance it all away ♪

♪ If I can find a groove, it might be... ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Just enough to dance it all away ♪

If it's that bad,
why don't you use us as your diary?

Yeah, Tatey Bird.

Just tell us
what's on your mind and we'll listen.

Really? You all will be my diary?

Okay, um, let's see.

Dear Diary, I think I want a cape phase.

Would that be too much?

That-- [muffled speaking]

Mm... Diary, I think
I might be growing a moustache

fuller than Big Nacho's.

Diary, I had that dream again.

The one where I'm being chased
by a giant booster seat.

What could it mean?

Diary, check this out.

I can sound just like a walrus.

[bellowing]

This was such a great idea.

This was such a bad idea.

Yeah, we've kind of created a monster.

I have a full mustache, right?

-Yeah.
-For sure.

-Oh, it's luscious.
-So how do we fix this?

I think we all know.

The question is, are we desperate enough

to venture out in that storm
to retrieve her diary?

[all] Yes.

Aw, thanks, Diary.

I mean, Primos!

Let's go!

[grunts]

Everyone hold hands!

[all coughing]

Cuidado. The pole at 12 o'clock!

[screams] Where did that come from?

[screaming]

Trashnado!

[squawks]

[clucking]

Would you look at that fry!

[Tater grunting]

-Tater!
-Primos!

[groans] Huh?

Vision Tiger!

Tater?

Is all this really necessary?

I'm always closer than you think.

Is this all really necessary?

ChaCha!

Oh, no, he's right.

Big Nacho. Wait!

Turn this around!

Are you sure, Small Fry?
We're so close! [grunting]

I can feel it!

Come on!

[grunting]

[all groaning]

We didn't even leave the front yard?

[TV playing indistinctly in background]

The TV is back on! Space Joustice!

[♪ TV continues playing]

What the--

[shudders]

Whoa!

Uh, Diary! Vision Tiger was right.

You were closer than I realized.

I must have left you in here
last time I last time I...

[chuckles] ...last time
I brushed my teeth.

But the Primos don't have to know that.

[♪ closing theme music playing]