[dramatic Western music]
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
[keyboard clacking]
Ah, there.
I just finished my article
on the "Raddest Restaurants of Route 66."
Fun title, huh, kids?
[stomachs grumble]
[all groaning]
Hmm, maybe eating at ten diners in a row
was a little bit ambitious.
- I mean, I could go for more. - Oh, not me.
I'm so stuffed, I could be a Thanksgiving turkey.
[burps]
- Ugh. - Ew.
- Not cool, Luan. - It wasn't me.
It was Mr. Coconuts.
You know I can't resist
the all-you-can-eat coleslaw bar.
[screams]
Ah, where's Mr. Coconuts?
All right. Chill, dude.
Where's the last place you remember having him?
At the last diner.
I ordered a wood-fired pizza,
and I'll never forget the look he gave me.
We have to turn back.
Oh, jeez, sweetie.
That diner is 50 miles in the other direction.
Dad, he's a member of the family.
No Loud left behind!
[tires squealing]
Everybody, freeze!
Has anyone seen a short man with a wooden body
and even more wooden punch lines?
Looks like we'll just have to tear this place apart.
Kids, you know she means that figuratively, right?
[soft dramatic music]
All clear here.
♪ ♪
- Ugh. - Oops.
Excuse me, sir.
Have you seen Mr. Coconuts? - Ugh.
Bah.
Hmm.
No puppet meat in these burgers.
Oh, eureka! A security camera.
Ma'am, we have to see today's security tapes.
It's an emergency.
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
[gasps] There he is!
I didn't lose Mr. Coconuts.
He was puppet-napped!
♪ ♪
Dust is a must?
[gasps] Aha!
It appears that bumper sticker refers to
the slogan for Dusty Springs, a small town
just southwest from here.
So if we find the town, we'll find Mr. Coconuts.
Ugh, this is gonna be our whole day,
isn't it?
[relaxed Western music]
♪ ♪
This is certainly off the beaten path.
It's time to spring into action and save Mr. C.
[dramatic Western music]
♪ ♪
OK, here's the plan.
We're gonna knock on every dusty door
and look under every dusty rock.
We are not leaving until we find him.
Here, these posters from our recent gig
at the Chuckle Condo
will help the locals identify him.
Now, let's get to work. - [panting]
[honky-tonk music]
♪ ♪
Yeah, he looks familiar. His aura is near.
But I sense distress.
Oh, no!
[ominous music]
What are we gonna do?
Ah! Dang it!
I must have forgotten the emergency brake!
♪ ♪
[dramatic Western music]
It's headed for that gulch!
♪ ♪
Oh, no, it's not. [grunts]
♪ ♪
Yoink!
♪ ♪
[all sigh]
[all gasp]
Stay away? Come on, guys.
The RV totes needs some alone time.
No, Leni, this is a warning from the puppet-napper.
He knows we're here, and he wants to keep us
from finding Mr. Coconuts. We must be close.
Close indeed.
[all gasp] - Don't worry, Mr. Coconuts!
We're coming to save you!
♪ ♪
He's heading towards that barn.
[engine rumbles]
We've got him cornered. Come on, you guys.
♪ ♪
On a creep scale of one to ten,
I'd call this a nine.
[eerie music]
Correction, 900.
♪ ♪
[bluegrass music]
Banjo solo. Never a good sign, dudes.
[eerie music]
[all gasp] - Stay away! Leave!
Get out! This is your last chance!
It's him! Nice try, puppet-napper.
But it'll take more than a few marionettes
to scare us away! [eerie cackling]
Speak for yourself, Luan!
[all screaming]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
Sorry, large family. This isn't personal.
Yes, it is.
Nobody ties up my family in a dusty barn.
Good thing Lily's teething. Go to work, sweetie.
[chomping]
[all scream]
♪ ♪
Lynn, give me the keys to the RV.
♪ ♪
You're mine, puppet-napper.
Mom, there's his car!
♪ ♪
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
I don't have a visual.
[tires screech]
He's too far away.
We'll never catch up now.
Inaccurate.
We still have one more trick up our proverbial sleeves.
Activate rocket mode.
[boosters whirring]
[engine roars]
♪ ♪
Wait! Go back.
♪ ♪
[tires screeching]
[car thuds]
You'll never catch me! [laughing]
Oh.
Oh, curses these Dusty Springs dusty springs.
It's over, puppet-napper!
Stop calling me that.
I could never puppet-nap him
because I'm his father, Calvin Coconuts.
[dramatic music]
[all gasp]
I had a nightmare about this once.
I--I don't understand.
Years ago, I, a renowned puppet maker,
created Calvin Jr. to look like
the most handsome man I know, me.
Soon we were touring the country
as a father-puppet banjo act.
It was the perfect life
until fate brought us to Royal Woods.
[upbeat bluegrass music]
[applause]
[bird screeches]
Huh? Stop! Please stop!
Ugh.
Mr. Coconuts, come back!
[somber music]
[bird screeches]
[gasps]
Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Coconuts.
Likewise, toots.
I never thought I'd see my boy again,
until earlier today.
[gasps] - Oh, too much milkshake.
BRB, Mr. C.
When I saw him, something came over me,
and I just couldn't bear to lose him again,
so I did what I had to do.
[blows nose]
So all of this means... [gasps]
Mr. Coconuts was never really mine.
♪ ♪
Calvin, I think Mr. Coconuts should stay with you.
[all gasp] - Luan, are you sure?
Yes, I have to do the right thing.
[sniffles] This is for the best.
♪ ♪
Mwah.
Uh, before I go,
um, here's his favorite whoopee cushion,
and his toothbrush.
And actually, I have his travel suitcase right here.
♪ ♪
Oh, here's looking at you, toots.
♪ ♪
I am so proud of you, Luan. I know that wasn't easy.
Thanks, Mom.
I can't believe I'll never see Mr. Coconuts again.
I'm gonna miss his jokes, his smile,
his pine-fresh scent.
Hey, what about my boyish charm?
[gasps]
We have to start locking the RV.
You left this poster behind,
and it looks like you two have a good thing going.
I think Calvin Jr. should stay with you.
Really? You mean it?
Absolutely.
I'm retired, and my performing days are behind me,
but you two are just getting started.
I trust you'll help my boy share
his talents with the world, or at least greater Michigan.
[tender music]
Oh, thank you, Mr. Coconuts Sr.
You can come visit Mr. C anytime.
Oh, and bring your marionettes too.
We have plenty of room.
- It's a deal. - Uh...
♪ ♪
Now, what do you think, junior?
One song for old time's sake?
You read my mind, Papa.
[upbeat bluegrass music]
Ugh, this is gonna be our whole night isn't it?