02x19 - Altoonisburg Al
Posted: 07/13/22 13:51
-Snack time!
Ooh!
Hmm, strawberries or blueberries?
-He's about to pick!
-Why choose when I can have both?
-No, you can't do that!
-Ah!
-Horrigan, you have to pick one or the other.
-Just like Altoonisburg Al.
-Who is Altoonisburg Al
and what does he have to do with my snack?
-Altoonisburg Al is a possum who comes out
of his tree on Possum Day.
-Ugh, can someone else besides her talk?
All I hear is blah, blah, blah.
-If Al eats strawberries,
then we get six more weeks
of summer, but if he chooses blueberries,
then summer is officially
over and we go back to school.
-So why don't you want me to choose a bowl?
-It's an experiment.
We want to know which bowl Al's gonna choose
and you're about the same size as a possum.
-Fisher's not gonna like
it when he hears you took
me away from his science.
-Which bowl did he pick?
-Sir, you were in on this?
-It's important. See, they plan when school
starts based on this possum.
-The whole town comes out to the festival
to see which bowl Al's gonna choose.
Plus, you can get Al's pawtograph.
I almost have a complete set.
I just need the back right
paw. It's the toughest one to get.
-And Possum Day is the one time of year
you can get possum juice.
-And that's a good thing?
-Of course!
I even volunteered to work the booth.
I'm gonna drink my weight in possum juice.
-You know who else loves possum juice?
Altoonisburg Al!
-Ah, I forgot you had a stuffed animal Al.
-I'm not a stuffed animal. I'm a puppet.
Happy Possum Day.
[upbeat music]
-Wow, they're really going all
out for Possum Day this year.
-Yup, this looks amazing.
Oh, and by the way, Luke is gonna meet us here.
-Okay, we'll be on our best behavior
and won't make any kissy noises behind your back.
-I make no promises.
-Oh, man, Al's in that tree.
It's so weird to be around celebrities.
I mean, they're just like us, but not really.
-Calm down.
There is no reason to freak out.
Oh, my gosh, possum juice!
-Hey, Lex.
-Luke? What a surprise.
-We made plans to meet here.
-Let's not fight on Possum Day.
[making kissy noises]
-I can hear you.
-So can I.
-Hey, I told you I can make no promises,
and I held out as long as I could.
-Come on.
-That's where Altoonisburg
Al chooses which bowl to eat.
-He better choose strawberries.
Come on, six more weeks of summer.
-No way, I want him to choose blueberries.
-Wait, but that means
summer's over and we go back
to school six weeks early.
-Her birthday's at the end of summer
and she never gets to celebrate it at school.
-I just want people to sing happy birthday to me
while I pretend I don't want them to.
I've been practicing.
Oh, you guys.
Stop it.
Everyone's looking.
-Wow, you are really good at that.
That should not be wasted.
-All right, nobody's here yet
so I'm gonna get Al's pawtograph, no problem.
-Yes problem.
-Jaget, what are you doing here?
-I was deputized by the mayor to protect
this possum with my life.
Word on the street is those dirt bags from
Pittstown are gonna try to kidnap Al.
-Ugh, Pittstown.
More like arm-Pittstown, am I right?
-'Cause they stink.
[upbeat music]
-Are we going to the Possum Day festival or what?
-Yep, as soon as we finish testing out
our new elevating shoes.
We call them Liftiez.
-Liftiez.
-The Z at the end was my idea.
-Okay, but do we have to do this right now?
-Laura House's birthday is
next week at Coaster World
and unfortunately, we're
still too short for the best rides.
But we'll fix that with Liftiez.
-Liftiez.
-When I press this button, the shoes will extend
and Horrigan will become taller.
Are you ready?
-Ready, sir.
Take me to the world of ' ".
-We'll start slow.
In three, two, one.
[button beeps]
-Ah!
[loud thump]
-Ugh!
-Horrigan, are you okay?
-I think so, sir.
Sorry for denting the ceiling with my head.
I think I need to lay down.
-Yeah, easy, buddy.
Up.
-Can someone please remove the shoes
that tried to k*ll me?
-Are you touching my hand?
-Sorry.
-If you're sorry, why are
you still touching her hand?
[button beeps and bed whirs]
-Whoa, did the bed just eat Horrigan?
-I accidentally hit the button
that changes my bed to my desk.
-Your desk is a transformer?
How cool is that?
-I know, right?
-Could you two stop flirting and help me?
-Sorry, Horrigan, we'll get you out.
[button clicks and bed groans]
[button clicking]
Uh, it's not working.
You might be stuck in there a little longer.
-It's okay, sir,
it feels like your house is giving me a hug.
[upbeat music]
-Keep it moving you possum-peeker.
-Stupid Jaget, keeping me
from getting my pawtograph.
-Don't worry, you'll get your chance.
-Munchy!
-Madam Mayor!
-Oh, you may rise.
-Thanks for volunteering to run our booth.
Have some possum juice on me.
Make sure to save some
for Al, he loves the stuff.
-Ah, my first taste of the season.
[juice splashes]
-What is this, liquid garbage?
-I was afraid you'd say that.
The guy who usually makes
the possum juice retired.
We tried to recreate the recipe
and this is the best we could come up with.
-Guys, try this.
-No, you just said it tastes like liquid garbage.
-Yeah, there's no way we're gonna try it--
-[spitting loudly]
That is disgusting.
-I vow to find the real recipe for possum juice.
I don't care how long it takes.
-Well, the booth opens in minutes
so figure it out by then.
-Out of my way. Pittstown rules!
I'm taking your stupid possum.
-Stop, pedestrian.
[cheers and applause]
Gotcha, you Pittstown dirtbag.
-Look, Jaget left Al's tree unguarded,
this is my chance to get my fourth pawtograph.
Come on!
-Yeah, this feels like a them thing.
-You've got good instincts, bro.
-Now, come on, help me with the possum juice.
-Hey there, Al, I'm Presley.
I have a puppet of you.
I know that sounds weird, but it's not.
-Hey, just tell him to pick blueberry
so I can have my birthday at school.
-I think we both know I'm not gonna do that.
Obviously, I want him to choose
strawberry so summer's longer.
Listen, Al--
Where is Al?
-Look in the tree!
-Uh, he's not in here.
-What?
Oh no. Oh, no-no, he must've escaped.
-So did we just...
-Let the most famous possum
in Altoonisburg get away?
-Yes, we did.
-Right, and should we...
-Panic because the whole
town is going to want to k*ll us?
Yes, we should.
[screaming]
-♪ I got you, got me ♪
♪ We got this ♪
♪ I like the odds when we're side by side ♪
♪ I like the sound of that, oh ♪
♪ We're taking off, gonna do this right ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ And when things go up in flames, we're on it ♪
♪ 'Cause I got you, got me, we got this ♪
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
-Any luck finding the possum?
-First of all, his name is Altoonisburg Al,
have some respect.
And second of all, no.
-What are we gonna do?
Everybody in town is coming to this festival
to see Al and there is no Al.
Shh, here comes Jaget.
-What are you doing by that tree?
-Well, um--well, we saw this tree being
unprotected so we decided
to guard it until you got back.
-We have a new appreciation for your job.
We salute you.
-That means a lot. Now b*at it.
I gotta check on Al.
-No, you can't!
Because he is napping before his big show.
You don't want a cranky possum, do you?
-I'll answer that, no, you do not.
-I knew that, I knew that
before you even said it.
Now if I could repeat my previous point...
b*at it.
-I have an idea.
We can set up a trap
using Al's favorite thing in the world as bait.
-Possum juice!
-Munchy.
-Oh, glad you guys are here, try this.
-Oh, good, you finally figured out the recipe?
[juice splashing]
-Apparently not.
-Why is it chunky?
-That keeps happening, we're not sure why.
-Come on, we need real possum
juice, this is an emergency.
-What's going on?
-Altoonisburg Al is missing.
-Altoonisburg Al is missing?
-Missing out on this delicious possum juice.
Right, Munchy?
-I was wrong for having you try this.
[upbeat music]
[stick cracks]
-Yeah, this isn't working.
Horrigan, you're stuck real good.
-Well, can I at least get something to drink?
-We have lemonade.
-Homemade or from a mix?
-You're in a wall, does it matter?
-Ugh, fine.
[slurping lemonade]
-Definitely from a mix.
-I have an idea how to get Horrigan out.
-I have an idea too, I can use my Jag-Jitsu moves
to hit the bed so hard that it pops open.
It always works with vending machines.
I haven't paid for candy in months.
-I'm a scientist, I don't just
hit things until they pop open.
We just have a power supply problem.
[wires snap]
If we send a jolt of electricity to the bed,
it will reboot the system and it should open.
-I'm not sure this is a good idea, sir.
-We won't know for sure
until we pump . jigawatts
of electricity in there with you.
[machine buzzing]
-That's a lot of jigawatts!
[electricity zapping]
-Is that supposed to be happening?
-No.
Hit the button.
Sorry, Horrigan, it didn't work.
Are you okay?
-Not really.
I'm a little smoky and I
have to go to the bathroom.
-Maybe stop drinking the lemonade then.
-Don't tell me what to do!
[lemonade slurping]
[upbeat music]
-Okay, we don't want people to know
that Al is missing, should we really just
leave the trap right in
the middle of the festival?
-That's why I camouflaged it.
Okay, didn't have any possum juice to use as bait
so we used the next best thing.
-Bacon.
-Is that gonna work?
-Of course, all creatures love bacon.
Possums, horses, wildebeests, various lizards--
-He gets it.
-Looks like Altoonisburg Al couldn't resist!
-All right, let's get Al back into his tree.
-You're not a possum.
-I know, I'm Ronald and this is my bacon.
-Oh, great, you have the possum juice.
-Ugh, what is that?
It tastes like sweaty milk.
-That's actually an improvement.
-This is so bad.
-Munchy, we need that possum juice
to lure him into our trap.
-Yeah, so far all we've caught
is a kid who loves bacon.
-This bacon is mine, back off!
-What are we gonna do?
-There's only one choice.
-Come clean and tell everyone
it was your fault Al got away?
-Ew, no!
I'm gonna go home, get my Altoonisburg Al puppet
and use my puppet skills to fool everyone
into thinking it's the real Al.
-That is absolutely crazy,
but I don't have a better idea
and we're running out of time, so let's do it.
-Okay, when I get back,
I'm gonna need a distraction
to get into the tree without anyone noticing.
-Oh, this idea is getting worse and worse.
-I know, right?
[upbeat music]
-Attention, Altoonisburgers.
Will there be six more weeks of summer
or will school start on Monday?
Altoonisburg Al is about to let us know.
But first, let me tell you a little story
about how I became mayor.
It was...
-We're running out of time.
Where is Presley and her Altoonisburg Al puppet?
-Okay, just relax.
-Everybody is expecting a
possum to come out of that
tree but we let Al escape and we can't find him.
-Okay, maybe don't relax.
-Ka-kaw!
-It's Presley.
-And that's when Al appeared
in my dream and said,
"You're gonna be mayor of this town."
I thought, me?
I'm just a simple dental hygienist.
-Okay, Presley said she needed a distraction
so she can sneak inside the tree, any ideas?
-Yes, but you're not gonna like it.
-Uh-oh...
-I'm really sorry.
Pittstown rules, Altoonisburg drools.
[gasps]
-It was him!
-Security, have that young man
with the fabulous hair removed.
-With pleasure.
-Oh, man, not the hair--not the hair!
[loud thud]
[applause]
-Sorry, but it's for a good cause.
-Happy to help.
-Well, now that the Pittstown
trash has been taken out,
let's get back to it.
If Al chooses strawberries,
it's six more weeks of summer.
[cheers and applause]
But if Al chooses blueberries,
school starts on Monday.
-Whoo!
[fanfare]
-Come on out, Al!
-All right, this is your moment, buddy.
No, our moment.
[cheers and applause]
-Boy, that sure is the real Altoonisburg Al!
[cheers and applause]
-Let's see what Al chooses.
-Yes!
[cheers and applause]
-They're loving me out there.
[cheering]
[upbeat music]
[grunting]
-Agh!
-Hurry up, Fisher, Possum Day is starting.
-Go without me, I live in a wall now.
-I don't know what to do, I'm out of ideas.
-We tried science, now
it's time to try Jag-Jitsu.
Aki-ya!
[bed creaks and thuds]
-Oh, hello.
-You did it!
Maybe sometimes hitting stuff is the answer.
-Out of my way!
So much lemonade!
[upbeat music]
[cheering]
[booing]
-Man, Al is on fire this year.
I'm glad I let him nap.
-Yeah, but maybe Al is really pushing his luck
and should just pick something already!
-I have to pick.
I love summer but Lex really
wants her birthday at school.
Oh, man, blueberries it is.
[groaning]
-There you have it, Altoonisburg Al
chose blueberries.
-Aw, she chose blueberries for me--
And by she, I obviously mean Al.
-Hey, wait a second, he didn't actually eat any.
The blueberries just fell out of his mouth.
-[gasps]
Bacon boy is right.
-Uh...
-Yeah, those blueberries
didn't go down his esophagus.
I'd better investigate.
Wait a second!
[gasping]
-This possum is a puppet.
-Who's in the tree?
[shocked murmuring]
-Oh, my gosh,
the curse has been lifted.
I turned from a possum back into a human!
-Uh-uh, that's not how curses work.
You didn't get true love's kiss.
-Explain yourself.
-Uh...
-I can explain.
Um, see, what happened is
we knew that somebody
was going to try and kidnap Al,
someone from Pittstown.
[booing]
So we put the real Al somewhere safe
and we replaced him with this puppet.
-And here's the man behind the plan, Jaget,
head of possum security.
-Yeah, this was all Jaget's idea.
-He's a hero.
[applause]
-Hero is a strong word,
but in this case, entirely accurate.
I guess I'm so good I planned all this
without even realizing.
Go me.
-So, where's the real Al?
-I'll tell you where.
Right here, inside all of us.
-No, where is he really?
-Uh...
-Um...
-He's right here.
[cheers and applause]
-You did it. But how?
-With this, try it.
-Possum juice!
-I told you I'd recreate it
and as soon as I did, Al came running.
-So what was the secret recipe?
-Chocolate milk, ginger
ale, and a pinch of bacon.
Sounds gross, tastes great.
Oh, and also, I got your pawtograph.
-This is the best day ever!
-I'd agree, except for the part where
Jaget threw me in a garbage
can and rolled me down a hill.
-Once again, really sorry.
-All right, people, it's the moment
we've all been waiting for.
[fanfare]
Go ahead, Al, make your pick.
Al, where are you going?
[confused chatter]
-I don't think he's gonna be
eating anything for a while.
Al drank a lot of possum juice, like, a lot.
-So what do we do?
-Yeah, do I get my birthday at school?
-Or do we get six more weeks of summer?
-When elected mayor, I knew
there would be tough choices.
This is not one of them.
We're going to split the difference.
I hereby rule three more weeks of summer.
[cheers and applause]
-Hey, you get your birthday at school.
-And you get three more weeks of summer.
-And I get to sing Happy
Birthday to you at school.
-No, don't, I'll be so embarrassed.
-And now that I know the recipe,
I can drink possum juice all year long.
But no more today. I drink a lot of possum juice.
Like, a lot.
-And I'm a hero, plus I got the keys to the city.
-Those are the keys to my car--gimme.
-Still a hero.
Ooh!
Hmm, strawberries or blueberries?
-He's about to pick!
-Why choose when I can have both?
-No, you can't do that!
-Ah!
-Horrigan, you have to pick one or the other.
-Just like Altoonisburg Al.
-Who is Altoonisburg Al
and what does he have to do with my snack?
-Altoonisburg Al is a possum who comes out
of his tree on Possum Day.
-Ugh, can someone else besides her talk?
All I hear is blah, blah, blah.
-If Al eats strawberries,
then we get six more weeks
of summer, but if he chooses blueberries,
then summer is officially
over and we go back to school.
-So why don't you want me to choose a bowl?
-It's an experiment.
We want to know which bowl Al's gonna choose
and you're about the same size as a possum.
-Fisher's not gonna like
it when he hears you took
me away from his science.
-Which bowl did he pick?
-Sir, you were in on this?
-It's important. See, they plan when school
starts based on this possum.
-The whole town comes out to the festival
to see which bowl Al's gonna choose.
Plus, you can get Al's pawtograph.
I almost have a complete set.
I just need the back right
paw. It's the toughest one to get.
-And Possum Day is the one time of year
you can get possum juice.
-And that's a good thing?
-Of course!
I even volunteered to work the booth.
I'm gonna drink my weight in possum juice.
-You know who else loves possum juice?
Altoonisburg Al!
-Ah, I forgot you had a stuffed animal Al.
-I'm not a stuffed animal. I'm a puppet.
Happy Possum Day.
[upbeat music]
-Wow, they're really going all
out for Possum Day this year.
-Yup, this looks amazing.
Oh, and by the way, Luke is gonna meet us here.
-Okay, we'll be on our best behavior
and won't make any kissy noises behind your back.
-I make no promises.
-Oh, man, Al's in that tree.
It's so weird to be around celebrities.
I mean, they're just like us, but not really.
-Calm down.
There is no reason to freak out.
Oh, my gosh, possum juice!
-Hey, Lex.
-Luke? What a surprise.
-We made plans to meet here.
-Let's not fight on Possum Day.
[making kissy noises]
-I can hear you.
-So can I.
-Hey, I told you I can make no promises,
and I held out as long as I could.
-Come on.
-That's where Altoonisburg
Al chooses which bowl to eat.
-He better choose strawberries.
Come on, six more weeks of summer.
-No way, I want him to choose blueberries.
-Wait, but that means
summer's over and we go back
to school six weeks early.
-Her birthday's at the end of summer
and she never gets to celebrate it at school.
-I just want people to sing happy birthday to me
while I pretend I don't want them to.
I've been practicing.
Oh, you guys.
Stop it.
Everyone's looking.
-Wow, you are really good at that.
That should not be wasted.
-All right, nobody's here yet
so I'm gonna get Al's pawtograph, no problem.
-Yes problem.
-Jaget, what are you doing here?
-I was deputized by the mayor to protect
this possum with my life.
Word on the street is those dirt bags from
Pittstown are gonna try to kidnap Al.
-Ugh, Pittstown.
More like arm-Pittstown, am I right?
-'Cause they stink.
[upbeat music]
-Are we going to the Possum Day festival or what?
-Yep, as soon as we finish testing out
our new elevating shoes.
We call them Liftiez.
-Liftiez.
-The Z at the end was my idea.
-Okay, but do we have to do this right now?
-Laura House's birthday is
next week at Coaster World
and unfortunately, we're
still too short for the best rides.
But we'll fix that with Liftiez.
-Liftiez.
-When I press this button, the shoes will extend
and Horrigan will become taller.
Are you ready?
-Ready, sir.
Take me to the world of ' ".
-We'll start slow.
In three, two, one.
[button beeps]
-Ah!
[loud thump]
-Ugh!
-Horrigan, are you okay?
-I think so, sir.
Sorry for denting the ceiling with my head.
I think I need to lay down.
-Yeah, easy, buddy.
Up.
-Can someone please remove the shoes
that tried to k*ll me?
-Are you touching my hand?
-Sorry.
-If you're sorry, why are
you still touching her hand?
[button beeps and bed whirs]
-Whoa, did the bed just eat Horrigan?
-I accidentally hit the button
that changes my bed to my desk.
-Your desk is a transformer?
How cool is that?
-I know, right?
-Could you two stop flirting and help me?
-Sorry, Horrigan, we'll get you out.
[button clicks and bed groans]
[button clicking]
Uh, it's not working.
You might be stuck in there a little longer.
-It's okay, sir,
it feels like your house is giving me a hug.
[upbeat music]
-Keep it moving you possum-peeker.
-Stupid Jaget, keeping me
from getting my pawtograph.
-Don't worry, you'll get your chance.
-Munchy!
-Madam Mayor!
-Oh, you may rise.
-Thanks for volunteering to run our booth.
Have some possum juice on me.
Make sure to save some
for Al, he loves the stuff.
-Ah, my first taste of the season.
[juice splashes]
-What is this, liquid garbage?
-I was afraid you'd say that.
The guy who usually makes
the possum juice retired.
We tried to recreate the recipe
and this is the best we could come up with.
-Guys, try this.
-No, you just said it tastes like liquid garbage.
-Yeah, there's no way we're gonna try it--
-[spitting loudly]
That is disgusting.
-I vow to find the real recipe for possum juice.
I don't care how long it takes.
-Well, the booth opens in minutes
so figure it out by then.
-Out of my way. Pittstown rules!
I'm taking your stupid possum.
-Stop, pedestrian.
[cheers and applause]
Gotcha, you Pittstown dirtbag.
-Look, Jaget left Al's tree unguarded,
this is my chance to get my fourth pawtograph.
Come on!
-Yeah, this feels like a them thing.
-You've got good instincts, bro.
-Now, come on, help me with the possum juice.
-Hey there, Al, I'm Presley.
I have a puppet of you.
I know that sounds weird, but it's not.
-Hey, just tell him to pick blueberry
so I can have my birthday at school.
-I think we both know I'm not gonna do that.
Obviously, I want him to choose
strawberry so summer's longer.
Listen, Al--
Where is Al?
-Look in the tree!
-Uh, he's not in here.
-What?
Oh no. Oh, no-no, he must've escaped.
-So did we just...
-Let the most famous possum
in Altoonisburg get away?
-Yes, we did.
-Right, and should we...
-Panic because the whole
town is going to want to k*ll us?
Yes, we should.
[screaming]
-♪ I got you, got me ♪
♪ We got this ♪
♪ I like the odds when we're side by side ♪
♪ I like the sound of that, oh ♪
♪ We're taking off, gonna do this right ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ And when things go up in flames, we're on it ♪
♪ 'Cause I got you, got me, we got this ♪
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
-Any luck finding the possum?
-First of all, his name is Altoonisburg Al,
have some respect.
And second of all, no.
-What are we gonna do?
Everybody in town is coming to this festival
to see Al and there is no Al.
Shh, here comes Jaget.
-What are you doing by that tree?
-Well, um--well, we saw this tree being
unprotected so we decided
to guard it until you got back.
-We have a new appreciation for your job.
We salute you.
-That means a lot. Now b*at it.
I gotta check on Al.
-No, you can't!
Because he is napping before his big show.
You don't want a cranky possum, do you?
-I'll answer that, no, you do not.
-I knew that, I knew that
before you even said it.
Now if I could repeat my previous point...
b*at it.
-I have an idea.
We can set up a trap
using Al's favorite thing in the world as bait.
-Possum juice!
-Munchy.
-Oh, glad you guys are here, try this.
-Oh, good, you finally figured out the recipe?
[juice splashing]
-Apparently not.
-Why is it chunky?
-That keeps happening, we're not sure why.
-Come on, we need real possum
juice, this is an emergency.
-What's going on?
-Altoonisburg Al is missing.
-Altoonisburg Al is missing?
-Missing out on this delicious possum juice.
Right, Munchy?
-I was wrong for having you try this.
[upbeat music]
[stick cracks]
-Yeah, this isn't working.
Horrigan, you're stuck real good.
-Well, can I at least get something to drink?
-We have lemonade.
-Homemade or from a mix?
-You're in a wall, does it matter?
-Ugh, fine.
[slurping lemonade]
-Definitely from a mix.
-I have an idea how to get Horrigan out.
-I have an idea too, I can use my Jag-Jitsu moves
to hit the bed so hard that it pops open.
It always works with vending machines.
I haven't paid for candy in months.
-I'm a scientist, I don't just
hit things until they pop open.
We just have a power supply problem.
[wires snap]
If we send a jolt of electricity to the bed,
it will reboot the system and it should open.
-I'm not sure this is a good idea, sir.
-We won't know for sure
until we pump . jigawatts
of electricity in there with you.
[machine buzzing]
-That's a lot of jigawatts!
[electricity zapping]
-Is that supposed to be happening?
-No.
Hit the button.
Sorry, Horrigan, it didn't work.
Are you okay?
-Not really.
I'm a little smoky and I
have to go to the bathroom.
-Maybe stop drinking the lemonade then.
-Don't tell me what to do!
[lemonade slurping]
[upbeat music]
-Okay, we don't want people to know
that Al is missing, should we really just
leave the trap right in
the middle of the festival?
-That's why I camouflaged it.
Okay, didn't have any possum juice to use as bait
so we used the next best thing.
-Bacon.
-Is that gonna work?
-Of course, all creatures love bacon.
Possums, horses, wildebeests, various lizards--
-He gets it.
-Looks like Altoonisburg Al couldn't resist!
-All right, let's get Al back into his tree.
-You're not a possum.
-I know, I'm Ronald and this is my bacon.
-Oh, great, you have the possum juice.
-Ugh, what is that?
It tastes like sweaty milk.
-That's actually an improvement.
-This is so bad.
-Munchy, we need that possum juice
to lure him into our trap.
-Yeah, so far all we've caught
is a kid who loves bacon.
-This bacon is mine, back off!
-What are we gonna do?
-There's only one choice.
-Come clean and tell everyone
it was your fault Al got away?
-Ew, no!
I'm gonna go home, get my Altoonisburg Al puppet
and use my puppet skills to fool everyone
into thinking it's the real Al.
-That is absolutely crazy,
but I don't have a better idea
and we're running out of time, so let's do it.
-Okay, when I get back,
I'm gonna need a distraction
to get into the tree without anyone noticing.
-Oh, this idea is getting worse and worse.
-I know, right?
[upbeat music]
-Attention, Altoonisburgers.
Will there be six more weeks of summer
or will school start on Monday?
Altoonisburg Al is about to let us know.
But first, let me tell you a little story
about how I became mayor.
It was...
-We're running out of time.
Where is Presley and her Altoonisburg Al puppet?
-Okay, just relax.
-Everybody is expecting a
possum to come out of that
tree but we let Al escape and we can't find him.
-Okay, maybe don't relax.
-Ka-kaw!
-It's Presley.
-And that's when Al appeared
in my dream and said,
"You're gonna be mayor of this town."
I thought, me?
I'm just a simple dental hygienist.
-Okay, Presley said she needed a distraction
so she can sneak inside the tree, any ideas?
-Yes, but you're not gonna like it.
-Uh-oh...
-I'm really sorry.
Pittstown rules, Altoonisburg drools.
[gasps]
-It was him!
-Security, have that young man
with the fabulous hair removed.
-With pleasure.
-Oh, man, not the hair--not the hair!
[loud thud]
[applause]
-Sorry, but it's for a good cause.
-Happy to help.
-Well, now that the Pittstown
trash has been taken out,
let's get back to it.
If Al chooses strawberries,
it's six more weeks of summer.
[cheers and applause]
But if Al chooses blueberries,
school starts on Monday.
-Whoo!
[fanfare]
-Come on out, Al!
-All right, this is your moment, buddy.
No, our moment.
[cheers and applause]
-Boy, that sure is the real Altoonisburg Al!
[cheers and applause]
-Let's see what Al chooses.
-Yes!
[cheers and applause]
-They're loving me out there.
[cheering]
[upbeat music]
[grunting]
-Agh!
-Hurry up, Fisher, Possum Day is starting.
-Go without me, I live in a wall now.
-I don't know what to do, I'm out of ideas.
-We tried science, now
it's time to try Jag-Jitsu.
Aki-ya!
[bed creaks and thuds]
-Oh, hello.
-You did it!
Maybe sometimes hitting stuff is the answer.
-Out of my way!
So much lemonade!
[upbeat music]
[cheering]
[booing]
-Man, Al is on fire this year.
I'm glad I let him nap.
-Yeah, but maybe Al is really pushing his luck
and should just pick something already!
-I have to pick.
I love summer but Lex really
wants her birthday at school.
Oh, man, blueberries it is.
[groaning]
-There you have it, Altoonisburg Al
chose blueberries.
-Aw, she chose blueberries for me--
And by she, I obviously mean Al.
-Hey, wait a second, he didn't actually eat any.
The blueberries just fell out of his mouth.
-[gasps]
Bacon boy is right.
-Uh...
-Yeah, those blueberries
didn't go down his esophagus.
I'd better investigate.
Wait a second!
[gasping]
-This possum is a puppet.
-Who's in the tree?
[shocked murmuring]
-Oh, my gosh,
the curse has been lifted.
I turned from a possum back into a human!
-Uh-uh, that's not how curses work.
You didn't get true love's kiss.
-Explain yourself.
-Uh...
-I can explain.
Um, see, what happened is
we knew that somebody
was going to try and kidnap Al,
someone from Pittstown.
[booing]
So we put the real Al somewhere safe
and we replaced him with this puppet.
-And here's the man behind the plan, Jaget,
head of possum security.
-Yeah, this was all Jaget's idea.
-He's a hero.
[applause]
-Hero is a strong word,
but in this case, entirely accurate.
I guess I'm so good I planned all this
without even realizing.
Go me.
-So, where's the real Al?
-I'll tell you where.
Right here, inside all of us.
-No, where is he really?
-Uh...
-Um...
-He's right here.
[cheers and applause]
-You did it. But how?
-With this, try it.
-Possum juice!
-I told you I'd recreate it
and as soon as I did, Al came running.
-So what was the secret recipe?
-Chocolate milk, ginger
ale, and a pinch of bacon.
Sounds gross, tastes great.
Oh, and also, I got your pawtograph.
-This is the best day ever!
-I'd agree, except for the part where
Jaget threw me in a garbage
can and rolled me down a hill.
-Once again, really sorry.
-All right, people, it's the moment
we've all been waiting for.
[fanfare]
Go ahead, Al, make your pick.
Al, where are you going?
[confused chatter]
-I don't think he's gonna be
eating anything for a while.
Al drank a lot of possum juice, like, a lot.
-So what do we do?
-Yeah, do I get my birthday at school?
-Or do we get six more weeks of summer?
-When elected mayor, I knew
there would be tough choices.
This is not one of them.
We're going to split the difference.
I hereby rule three more weeks of summer.
[cheers and applause]
-Hey, you get your birthday at school.
-And you get three more weeks of summer.
-And I get to sing Happy
Birthday to you at school.
-No, don't, I'll be so embarrassed.
-And now that I know the recipe,
I can drink possum juice all year long.
But no more today. I drink a lot of possum juice.
Like, a lot.
-And I'm a hero, plus I got the keys to the city.
-Those are the keys to my car--gimme.
-Still a hero.