01x07 - Finders Kelpers/Truck Everlasting

[bunniefuu]

Whoa! Do not put
hot sauce on the nachos.

-Are you trying to k*ll me?
-Oh, pff! You're no fun!

[rumbling]

Hmm.

Hurry up! My thumbtack
could be anywhere.

-Argh! Nothing!
-Are you sure it's missing?

Count the box
of 50 thumbtacks again!

Forty-seven, 48, 49...
gah!

This can't be happening!

Sweet gravy, this whole island
is compromised.

Hey, who said
you could use my magnet?

Woah!

Blasted magnetic gauntlets.

What's your excuse?

I've been eating
your necklaces again.

[tummy grumbling]

Hmm. Oh! Over there!

Oh. That looks big.

They're going to k*ll us.

Then probably write
a college essay about it.

[screaming]

[all] Whoa!

-That's a mudder.
-Aw, dang!

That's not my thumbtack.

It's a big huge truck.

Not just any truck.

That's my old
Durand Kumquat 250!

I can't believe it!

I thought we lost her
for good!

[Larry] Dr. Gas Pedal
and the Mud Puppy?

That was us.

I was the Mud Puppy
if you're wondering.

Oh, yes!

Back in the day,
we'd go mudding
in this monster for hours.

[rock music playing]

[Mr. Okay] Yep,
I was a beast for that mud.

[Dr. Lullah] We took on
every jump on the island.

The Lilypad Lakejump...

[barking]

The Monorail Grind.

[howling]

The Croneymaker!

[Mr. Okay] The most
aggro drop on the island.

[Dr. Lullah] Quite aggro.

[howling]

[Dr. Lullah] My Mud Puppy
was so cool.

He didn't even bat an eye.

That's when I knew
he'd be my partner for life.

Yep.
That's where I earned my gams.

Well, what do you say,
Mud Pup?

How about we pop
another squat in the quad?

[panting]

Oh, hey,
my old riding jacket.

[straining] Still fits.

Let's see
what this puppy can do.

[engine revving]

Heh, a little bumpier
than I remember.

Ow!

[chuckles]

[straining] Okay...

I'm just gonna crack open
a window, okay?

[exclaiming excitedly]

-[Dr. Lullah exclaiming]
-My glasses!

Yee-haw! Yeah!

Dr. Gas Pedal can't die!

-[all cheering]
-That was some move,
I want to go next.

-[groans]
-[Dr. Lullah] Oh, no!

Not quite how you remember it,
eh, old man?

Yeah, not quite.

Welp,
that was a super blast.

But we've got a lot of prep
to do before we hit
those nachos later, right?

Prep? Boring!

I want to keep hitting
the slop!

Without me?

But who's gonna lick
all the mud
off the windshield?

Oh, don't worry about me.
I'll just grab myself
a new Mud Puppy.

Let's see.

Ah, me! Ah, me!
I'll be a Mud Puppy!

[growls]

-[Dr. Lullah] You!
-Aww.

Yes!

A new Mud Puppy?

You heard the lady!
Give it!

[Mr. Okay] No, no, no!
Hey, careful!

It fits.

Uh, yeah, okay,
but you'll be back
for noontime nachos, right?

We've never missed
noontime nachos...

-[all cheering]
-[coughing]

Francis? You didn't want
to go with 'em?

No, I'm kind of cool.

Yes. Yes, you are.

You are cool.
You're the cool
one of the group, right?

Yeah, most of the time.

Hey, do you think you could
help me out?

Together, maybe we can make
today's noontime
nacho so cool,

it'll blow the old kumquat
out of the water.

What do you say?

[funky music playing]

Okay.

Okay.
Today's gotta be special.

I was thinking
we could make our salsa fresh.

None of that powdered stuff.

Now, I need your help
picking out
the coolest vegetables.

-Most of these vegetables
are pretty cool.
-Right?

They have so many exciting
and interesting things
to share.

Even if they're quiet,
a little past their prime

and not really into riding
in trucks anymore.

Quiet...

[car honking]

[Mr. Okay] Oh,
Lullah's back already.

They're too deep.

[sneezing]

-[honking]
-Enough!

Okay.
Maybe one more time.

-[continues honking]
-[all laughing]

Oh, yeah, she's going out
for another lap.

That that's okay!

Hey, it gives us more time
to plan the perfect playlist.

-[shouting]
Do you like dog jazz?
-[continues honking]

How's the fedora?
How's the fit?

Huge.

Yeah, that's good.

Today, we're looking for huge.

[jazz howling music playing]

-What do you think?
-[barking]

That's dog jazz, baby!

Very cool.

Just wait.
Here comes the whistle!

[whistles]

-[humming]
-[high pitched whistling]

Oh, yeah.

-[engine roaring]
-Oh, she's home!

Ha! No one can resist
dog jazz.

[all laughing]

-[screaming]
-They're too deep!

Aw, dang...

Looks like
she's having a lot of fun,

Francis, we've got
to kick it up a notch.

How do you feel about puzzles?

-I enjoy puzzles.
-Okay, great. [groans]

What's the coolest puzzle
we could do?

[Francis] Hmm.
Definitely this one.

Oh, a 20-piecer.
Feeling c*ck.

And just finished the corner.

-Three more to go.
-Ooh, slow down.

Dr. Lullah's gonna want
to put in the last piece.

She always puts
in the last piece.

Kind of our thing.

[rumbling]

[tires screeching]

[Dr. Lullah] Oh, hold on.

Phew!
Almost dented the truck bed.

-[engine revving]
-[laughing]

[all cheering]

Uh, hope you're building up
an appetite!

[chuckles nervously]

It's an hour
till noon, Francis.

That means
it's nacho bake time!

It's just right over here.

All right, 60 minutes
at 92 degrees,
right below body temp.

These will be the best
noontime nachos yet.

[gasps] Huh?

Where am I? [exclaims]

-[laughing]
-Dr. Lullah?

Oh, Mud Puppy,
you're so cool!

I'm the Mud Puppy now.

[laughs]

Woof, woof, woof.

Hey, why do you have my legs?

Woah!

[screaming]

[panting]

What time is it?
Six o'clock?

Where's Dr. Lullah?

Did she take the nachos
out of the oven?

No, I took them out
an hour ago.

So now they're nice
and cool.

Just the way you want it.

She... missed noontime nachos?

We've never missed
noontime nachos.

[engine roaring]

Wait...

Is she headed
to The Croneymaker?
With Sarah?

Is she really over me?
Does she think I'm boring?

No, no, no, no, no.
I'm cool. I'm cool.

Right, Francis?

I'd need a thermometer
to know for sure.

Francis, are you talking about
cool, the temperature?

What other kind
of cool is there?

Oh, do you mean nifty?

No, I am not nifty.

[Mr. Okay]
Oh, Dr. Lullah, wait!
Don't replace me!

I'm still nifty!
I'm still nifty!

I can't catch up to her. Huh?

Francis? Francis!
You are cool!

Yeah.

Come on, Dr. Lullah!
Don't replace me!

Is it because
I don't like the hot sauce?

Because we can
do hot sauce nachos!

I can handle it for you!

[all cheering]

Here I come, Dr. Lullah!

I'm still your Mud Puppy.

[panting]

I can't do it.

Ow! Ow! Ow!
Spicy!

Hey, Lullah,
check out what arrived
from the mainland!

For little old me?

She's perfect!

-Also, the uranium is in the--
-Wait! Shh!

-We're not alone.
-[whimpering]

Oh, you little pathetic thing.

Oh, sorry,
I thought I got all of them.

Uh, off the boat
and into safe homes.

What do you say, stink?

You want to come with me?

[whimpering]

No?

How about now?

[barking]

Sounds like okay to me!

[barking] O! K! O! K!

Okay? Okay? Mr. Okay?

[gasps] What?
What happened?

You crashed at the bottom
of The Croneymaker!

And you barfed
a bunch of necklaces.

What were you thinking?
You could've been k*lled!

I thought you were going
to replace me.

With this little creep?

She's good at barking,
I guess,

but she'd never replace you.

Really? So, you don't think
I'm boring?

What? Are you going senile?

You're not
a Mud Puppy anymore.

But you're still my puppy.

Besides, you know
way too much
for me to ever let you go.

Yes, you do! Yes,
you know too much!

-[all] Aww.
-Hush!

How about we go
for a little sunset drive
in the kumquat

nice and slow?

No bumps.

That sounds nice.

[jazz music playing]

[Mr. Okay screaming]

Aw, sweet!
You found my thumbtack!

Chirp.