Are you ready, Vivo?
Okay, let's get to work.
Hey Ladies and gentlemen
The show is right this way
Right this way
Hey We have prepared for you
A dazzling display
Right this way
So gather 'round, my friends
And here we go
Presenting the one and only
Vivo
Is this thing on?
Gather 'round, gather 'round Let's go
Okay, attendance is low But this is just a hiccup
Once we begin our show Business is gonna pick up
We're two blocks from la casa It's not a new scene
This is our spot in the plaza Check out the routine
Ladies and gentlemen I am Vivo the Kinkajou
What's a kinkajou?
Baby, I think that you Ready to learn a thing or two
Watch me swing as I sing at you
Every single thing I can think of To make you scream, "Whoo!"
Hey
That's Andrés He sings
-Hey -Hey
You and I We are one of a kind
Keeping time Every time
We are a part of a time-honoured tradition Of timing and precision
Your finest two musicians are top-notch As we hopscotch the competition
The clock is tockin' and tickin' I'm rockin' this clave rhythm
Now watch As people drop their dollars and pesos
We do this all day, every day So dame un beso
Give me a kiss
Be right back Now watch this
You and I We are one of a kind
Keeping time Every time
Okay You may be thinking
"What's a kinkajou Doing playing music in Cuba?
Don't you Like, usually live in the rainforest?"
Maybe I fell in a shipping crate as a baby
Next thing I knew I was somewhere new I wasn't singing the same chorus
All I remember was being hungry And running
From somebody even hungrier Chasing me up this very tree
But guess who came To the rescue with his tres
Andrés, yes
And he blessed me with this melody
Where did you come from, chiquito?
You really love music, don't you?
Come down from the tree
You can stay with me
But what will your name be?
You are so full of music and life, and I have the perfect name for you.
Vivo
And if y'all like that Won't you pass the hat?
Right along like that Won't you pass the hat?
Yeah, if y'all like that Won't you pass the hat?
It's Vivo I'm faster than your average cat
And if y'all like that Won't you pass the hat?
Right along like that Won't you pass the hat?
Yeah, if y'all like that Won't you pass the hat?
Yeah, I've adapted to my habitat
You and I We are one of a kind
-Keeping time -Keeping time
-Right on time -Right on time
-Hey -And we all like that, so we pass the hat
Right along like that So we pass the hat
And we all like that So we pass the hat
Right along like that So we pass the hat
You and I We are one of a kind
They are one of a kind
Keeping time Every time
Right on time
And that, friends, is how you do it in Havana, Cuba.
Precision, timing, not a moment out of place.
Because even though Andrés and I might not have spoken the same language,
when it came to music, we became so in sync that, well,
we finished each other's musical phrases.
Good show as usual, Vivo.
Are you hungry?
Do you want a croqueta?
Maybe mangoes?
Somebody likes mangoes.
You might look at us and think, "Those guys got a perfect life."
And you'd be right.
That is,
until the letter came.
Okay.
You...
have a letter.
Muchas gracias, Montoya.
Marta.
But how?
Marta? Who's Marta?
"Mi amor, Andrés."
Who's Marta?
"What words can I write in a letter after being separated for so many years?"
As I prepare for retirement, I have been flooded with memories
of the beautiful music we once made together.
I don't know if you can forgive my silence since we separated all those years ago.
But nothing would mean more to me than for us to sing together again.
"My farewell concert is June 16th
at the Mambo Cabana in Miami.
If you are there with your tres, I'll know you feel the same.
I hope it's not too late.
Amor, Marta."
I can't believe it.
Marta Sandoval.
Did you say Marta Sandoval?
Marta's final show?
Hold up, hold up. Who's Marta?
You're going to Miami?
No, no. We go from the apartment to the plaza.
That's our commute. Two blocks.
You have to go, Andrés.
You can finally perform in Miami together.
What? No. This is where our audience is.
I cannot go to Miami. I'm an old man.
Yeah, great point. Know your limits.
Come on, everyone. Chip in, suelta el billete.
Let's not get carried away.
Who's Marta?
Hello?
Hey, who is Marta?
Wait.
This is you?
I assumed you were always an old man.
So you guys were, like, a duo.
Marta...
She was the toast of Havana.
She had the most beautiful voice in all Cuba.
And she was also the love of my life.
But I never told her how I felt.
Everybody knew that she would be a big star someday.
One night, after another sold-out show, I knew that this was my moment.
I had finally found the courage to tell her how I felt.
But just then, we were interrupted by a promoter from the United States.
He offered Marta a chance to perform at the Mambo Cabana in Miami.
Marta was floating on air.
Her dream was finally coming true.
And at that moment,
I realised that if I told her what was in my heart,
she might not follow her heart.
So I kept my feelings to myself,
and said nothing.
Without her, Havana was empty.
I was too.
All my love, all my sadness,
I put it into a song.
It was a song too painful to play.
A song Marta would never hear.
Here it is, Vivo.
The last song I ever wrote.
Wow, she never got to hear it.
That's so sad.
But now, my friend, I have the greatest gift in the world:
A second chance.
Second what now?
We are going to the Mambo Cabana.
Mambo the what-what?
There is a place
Many miles away
Where the rhythm digs in deep
And won't let go
That's how you know
You've reached the Mambo Cabana
Your heart will race
Horns will start to play
And banish any hope of sleep
This is my chance
To share another dance
In the Mambo Cabana
Mambo Cabana Cabana, Cabana
Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, slow down
Things are moving too fast
We leave the old hometown
With this note from the past
No, no, no No, stay home
In this life that we've made
With the songs that we've played
Vivo, don't be afraid
It's not too late
What is happening?
I can see and hear it all, mi amigo
Entertaining
What?
In that hall contigo
Wait.
And Marta singing so fine
But the melody she sings is mine Like...
Mambo Cabana
It's not too late
Andrés!
Mambo Cabana
It's not too late
Vamos mañana
The Mambo Cabana
I can't believe you're seriously considering this.
Oh, Vivo. You are excited too, eh?
No, I'm not excited.
We're not Miami guys. We're small-town guys. We're plaza guys.
Don't worry. Everything will be okay.
Catch.
Hey.
Listen, Vivo.
I must deliver this song to Marta.
She needs to know that I love her.
It's only one song.
Hey, Vivo, where are you going?
Ay, Vivo.
What is he thinking?
A plane trip to Miami.
It's been 60 years, and you go all the way there for one show.
For one song.
What difference can one song make?
What am I doing?
Come on, Vivo.
That suitcase isn't gonna pack itself.
Okay.
Beautiful day to travel.
Good morning.
Look, I'm really sorry about last night.
But I think we...
Andrés?
Havana lost a good friend in Andrés Hernández.
For years, the sound of his tres filled this plaza
and our hearts.
We were all so excited for news
that he would soon be reunited with Marta Sandoval.
But, alas, it was not meant to be.
Hey, señora.
My name is Rosa Hernández.
Andrés was my late husband's uncle.
My daughter Gabriela and I are from Florida,
and this is our first trip to Cuba...
Hey, that's my mom.
My name is Gabi. You're Vivo, right?
Hey, I know what you're going through.
I lost my dad too.
Carlos's connection to Cuba was a bond
that neither time nor distance could ever break.
Unbreakable bonds. That's what we got.
Family takes care of family, right?
See, you get it.
Wait, I got a great idea.
You should come live with me in Florida.
Yeah, we're going home tomorrow. Come on. Get in the bag.
Wait, wait, Vivo. Where you going?
Are you worried about where you'll go to the bathroom?
It's okay. I got wipes in here.
So I thank you so much for receiving Gabriela and I with open arms.
Let's all take this moment to say our goodbyes
as we listen to one more song for Andrés Hernández.
You spent your life making music
I thought the songs would never end
Now it's so quiet
All I wanna do is play again with you My friend
You fell asleep humming music
The sun came up You stayed at rest
Now here I am
All I have left is one request
One more song Just one more
Give us an encore
Don't go away We still have music to play
Hey I said
One more song Just one more
All that I long for
Give me a sign It's not too late
One more song One more song
If you live on It's through your music
One more song One more song
A song for someone else to hear
One more song One more song
So I'll take it home where it belongs
One more song One more song
All I have to do Is sing louder than my fear
I need you here for
One more song Just one more
You need an encore
I need to go
Get there in time for the show
Let everybody know
There's one more song Just one more
Time to be strong For the journey ahead
Sing through the doubt Sing through the dread
With a scream and a shout Break through the fear
Like the sun through the clouds Like you're still here
No crying allowed
I'll try to get out
I'll try to be strong Yes, I'm moving on
It's time for one more song
It's the weird kid.
Gabi, what are you doing?
Just playing a tune.
Maybe Vivo will hear it and I can take him back to Florida.
Oh, right. She's from Florida.
Gabriela, what did I say? No more pets.
Please?
No, no, no.
And besides, we cannot take a wild animal on a plane.
Señora Hernández.
So glad I caught you before you left.
Gabi, mi niña, we know you love music,
just like your Uncle Andrés.
So we wanted to see you off with a few of his musical mementos.
Vintage maracas? Claves?
Check out this bad boy.
Oh, thank you, Montoya.
You gave my kid an accordion.
You feeling it, Mom?
Music is in her blood.
Cuba, Cuba
I love Cuban music
That's it.
Marta, here I come.
What's up, Cuba? I'll give you a backbeat.
Thank you, thank you, Gabi.
I'm sure all of Cuba knows you're here.
Sorry, guess my playing was a little too hardcore.
Playing? That noise was playi--?
Bueno, here's your taxi.
Montoya, thank you.
Gracias, Montoya.
Adiós, practise that music every day.
My head.
I guess travelling is not my thing.
Where am I?
What time is it?
Okay, 10 a.m. Still have ten hours.
Oh, right. It's the backpack kid.
Look what I got.
Are you excited about today?
Oh, yeah, of course.
What's today?
It's your first cookie sale with the Sand Dollar troop.
Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen.
I've taken the Sand Dollars about as far as I can.
Gabi, what are you talking about? You've only been to one meeting.
I know.
But it's time to move on.
Move on?
You just started with the troop.
You're still getting to know them.
Tail never fails.
Please, give them a chance.
Look, I made my resignation video.
Cookies!
Peace, we out. Bye!
Creative.
Wait, wait, wait. This is the best part. I turned them into zombie clowns.
Buy my cookies.
Gabriela María Rosa Hernández, you are part of that troop.
They're counting on you. You can't abandon them.
Why?
Pulguita, you can't keep pushing everyone away.
If you don't at least try to get along with other kids,
you're going to be very lonely.
Gabriela, escúchame, you're doing this.
I let you keep that purple hair. You owe me one.
But, Mom, all they ever talk about
are selling cookies, getting badges,
saving the Everglades.
It's so boring.
You're going to the cookie sale.
You're going to take selfies.
And you're going to have fun and bond!
Now put on the uniform. It's really cute.
Coast is clear. Let's get out of here.
It's fine. It's just the belongings of your dearly departed great-uncle.
Rolling on the floor. All by itself.
Playing spooky accordion music.
It's fine.
-Vivo, you're here. -Yup, and now I'm leaving.
You followed me, didn't you?
And you snuck in my bag?
Because you love me!
I'm so glad you're here, Vivo.
Now I have someone to share my friendship bracelet with.
Best friends forever.
Hey, let go. Paws to yourself.
Hold still.
Forever's a long time, kid. I have a song to deliver.
Nice meeting you. Peace.
Are those little gravestones?
Oh, that's my petting zoo.
Well, it was.
Gabi.
It's my mom. Hide.
'Sup, Mom?
Why did I just find this in the microwave?
I was drying it?
You were dry--?
What is that?
How many times have I told you? No food in the room.
We're going to attract animals.
Here, take your uniform.
You mean my invisibility cloak?
Gabi.
I can feel hives coming on.
My throat is getting itchy.
It's a uniform, not an allergy.
Here. Hurry up and change.
We don't wanna be late for the cookie sale.
Yes, I do.
Did you see that, Vivo?
She doesn't get me at all.
She wants me to wear a uniform,
just like everyone else.
But I'm not like everyone else.
Because...
I bounce to the beat of my own drum
I'm a wow in a world full of ho-hum
I'm a wild young lady But you know sum'?
I'd rather be at home With my own drum
I bounce to the beat of my own drum
I'm a wow in a world full of ho-hum
I'm a wild young lady But you know sum'?
I'd rather be at home With my own drum
I had a violin But I wrecked the rental
I play the tambourine And I'm never gentle
Whoops, see what I mean? That was accidental
But now that we're a team We'll be instrumental
Instrumental See what I did there?
I made a pun
I'm having fun
I'm never done
I'm just a one young woman Ba-rum-pa-pum-pum
I bounce to the beat of my own drum
I'm a wow in a world full of ho-hum
I'm a wild young lady But you know sum'?
I'd rather be at home With my own drum
Extra, extra Read all about it
I'm extra, extra
The kid that the other kids Can't get next to
I got my own seat on the bus
I've always been a me Not an us
"You're at a ten" "I need you at a three"
Try that again I gotta be me
Yo, I am a ten I gotta be free
And I got a friend We're a team and we
Bounce to the beat of our own drum
We're a wow in a world full of ho-hum
I'm a wild young lady But you know sum'?
I'd rather be at home With my own drum
Solo!
Now that's a solo
I've always flown solo
I speed up when the world's in slow-mo
Make it up as I go When I don't know
And I know I know it seems like I'm lonely
People assume that I'm lonely
Look at this room And assume that you know me
Homey You don't know me
I'm in the zone
We bounce to the beat of our own drum
We're a wow in a world full of ho-hum
I'm a wild young lady But you know sum'?
I'd rather be at home With my own drum
We bounce to the beat of our own drum
We're a wow in a world full of ho-hum
I'm a wild young lady But you know sum'?
I'd rather be at home With my own drum
Bounce
Where'd you go, huh?
What's this?
That girl is a whole lot of something.
So this is Florida?
Oh, plastic birds.
Florida's weird.
Now all I have to do is find Marta.
Come on, Andrés, I need some kind of a sign.
Anything. Point the way.
Any sign will do.
Mambo Cabana.
Excuse me, is this the bus to Miami?
Yes, sir, it is.
Perfect. Mambo Cabana, here I come.
It's not too late I'm gonna take the bus right there
Hello, hello
Is this seat taken?
Hey, no pets, no critters.
Whatever you are, get off of my bus.
Not on my watch.
Oh, you like that?
I came up with that myself.
You are adorable.
Thank you?
Probably tasty too.
No, get away!
There you are.
No, no, no.
I know why you came to Florida.
You're trying to find Marta.
I read Marta's letter.
Tío Andrés wanted to be at her show tonight, didn't he?
Are you trying to get there too?
But why?
What's this?
"Para Marta"?
Tío wrote her a song?
Your plane leaves in the morning Soon the world will see you shine
And I wish I could go with you But your journey isn't mine
You know what this means?
He never got to say "I love you."
Vivo, this is really important. Marta needs to hear this song.
And I'm gonna get you there.
You are?
Marta's final show is at the Mambo Cabana in Miami?
We don't have much time.
But don't worry, I have a plan.
First, get in my bag.
Anything for Andrés. Anything for Andrés. Anything for Andrés.
But it's Marta Sandoval's last show ever.
-Come on, Mom. -What?
Miami isn't that far.
Since when are you such a Marta Sandoval fan?
Since I was born.
I'm a huge fan.
Name one song.
"Despacito"?
Get ready for the cookie sale. I'm not going to tell you again.
Don't worry, I have another better idea.
Does it involve cleaning your backpack?
'Cause there's a lot of stuff in there.
Wipes are none of them. I saw no wipes.
Let's see.
Key West to Miami...
Perfect. This will get us there in time for the show.
Mambo Cabana, here we come.
Señora Sandoval. It is such an honour to meet you.
Right this way.
I can't tell you how proud we are
that you chose the Mambo Cabana for your final show.
Marta.
Is it true that your old partner, Andrés, might play with you tonight?
One can hope.
Welcome to beautiful downtown Key West.
Step one, bus tickets.
Remember, stay in my bag.
And if anyone asks, you're my emotional support animal.
Cookies!
Cookie sale.
All proceeds go to protecting endangered species.
Oh, no. The Sand Dollars.
Oh, Mr Henshaw. Can I interest you in some Manatee Minties?
Did you know the Everglades are home to 2000 species of plants and animals?
And 70 of those are endanger--
Oh, excuse me.
You know, if you buy a Sand Dollars cloth bag
instead of using a plastic one,
then you won't have the blood of Mother Nature on your hands.
I'm not a bad man.
I just want a cookie.
We gotta get out of here before they see us.
Hernández!
Oh, hello, blond one.
Other girls.
Gabi, where's your uniform?
Yes, we have rules, Hernández.
Only a Sand Dollar in full uniform may participate in a cookie sale.
What?
The cookie sale's today?
I totally thought that was yesterday.
You didn't show up yesterday either.
That's a good point.
I was busy rescuing this animal.
What are you doing?
Oh, he's so cute.
Can I pet him?
-No. -Go to town. He loves it.
Look at that face.
-He's adorable. -Stop. This is borderline abuse.
-His little ears. -So fuzzy. What's his name?
His name's Vivo.
And he's a possum.
Gabi, that's not a possum.
That's a kinkajou.
A very rare South American tropical rainforest mammal,
aka the honey bear.
"Honey bear." Never heard it, but I'll take it.
His eyes look a little cloudy.
His coat is kind of mangy.
-Has he seen a veterinarian? -Sorry, what?
Gabi, there are rules to be followed.
For his own safety, he needs vaccinations and a week of medical observation.
A week?
Yes. Isolated from other animals.
Didn't you read your Sand Dollars manual?
Oh, yeah. The week.
We did that.
Oh, good.
Then you wouldn't mind showing me his vaccination certificate.
Yeah, I'll get it right now.
It's in the trunk of my bike.
No, no, no.
Time for plan B.
Wait a minute.
Bikes don't have a trunk, right?
I'm starting to think she doesn't have a certificate.
Yeah, you think?
Girls, we've got us a Sand Dollar gone rogue.
Move out.
Change of plans. We'll catch the bus at the next stop.
-Pull over, Hernández. -Oh, no.
Surrender the kinkajou.
Don't worry, I'll lose them.
But what about the bus? The plan was the bus.
Well, that didn't work.
Come on, Vivo. Get back there and shake them off.
Take that.
How fun is this?
And this should not be in a child's backpack,
but here you go.
Hey. Oh, no, you didn't.
Oh, there's the wipes.
Stop. You stop right there, you litterbug.
Take that.
He's dousing himself with chemicals.
It's a cry for help.
Gabi, give us the kinkajou.
Mr Henshaw. You drove here?
You live two blocks away.
Shame on you.
-Shame. -Shame.
You're in over your head.
Give him up.
Vivo, hold on tight. We're gonna jump it.
What?
Yeah.
All right, Miami.
Here we come.
Oh, no, no, no.
What have we done?
We've allowed that poor defenceless creature
to roam free in a world where he surely won't survive.
So back to the cookie booth?
Cookie booth?
No, it's our duty as Sand Dollars to rescue him.
Eva.
Yeah?
We're gonna need your dad's boat.
The song.
Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?
Still in one piece.
Okay, where are we? Where's our bus?
No!
Sand angels.
Vivo, you should really try this.
Look at me. I'm a cat. Meow, meow.
I gotta get off this boat.
Hey, Vivo.
I know we missed the bus, but don't worry, I have a plan C.
If we take a shortcut through the Everglades National Park,
we can make it before the show.
Okay, new plan. Let's see.
Whoa, Vivo, we're so in sync.
It's like a mind-meld.
Oh, man. I thought it could hold it.
Mind-meld?
If we had a mind-meld, you'd be panicking
because that was our ticket to Miami.
Now we're stuck on this giant boat headed in the wrong direction.
We couldn't be more out of sync.
This is what in sync sounds like.
This is you and me.
We have totally different definitions of the word "plan."
To me and other rational people, a plan revolves around the five Ps:
Proper planning prevents poor performance.
But you,
your "plans" are just bad impulses.
What are you doing?
Ta-da.
Sometimes you gotta improvise.
That will never float.
And the journey begins now.
It floats. It actually floats.
Heads up.
Give me a sec.
Don't wanna pull a hammy.
Okay, ready, Vivo?
And she missed.
I missed the boat completely.
Did you see that, Vivo?
Hysterical.
Marta, here we come.
You have reached Gabi's robot. Leave a message. Beep.
Gabi, I keep texting you. Please, call me back.
We've talked about this.
No, she wouldn't.
She would.
Carlos, I could really use your help right now.
'Cause she gets this from you, you know.
The plan was Get to a bus
Next thing you know The two of us
Are floating Drifting somewhere new
She said We'd take a shortcut
I'm trying To be a good sport but
I don't see How we make it through
Remember the size Of the world before
It was you and I
Just you and I
And now the horizon Holds so much more
And it's do-or-die
Yeah, it's do-or-die
All I can do When the road bends
Is lean into the curve
And all I can do When the tanks run dry
Is see what's in reserve
And all I can do When the plans break down
Is stay on my feet
And all I can do At the end of the day
Is play on
Play on
And keep the beat
Hey, Vivo.
Are you scared?
You know, my dad used to sing to me when I was scared.
So did Andrés.
Hey, we can sing Marta's song.
That would cheer us up.
I am here Just on another shore
Always in your corner
Watching you soar
Drumming's in my blood. I can teach you if you want.
You're gonna teach me how to play drums?
Here, Vivo.
Check this out.
Try a simple beat.
That thing you're doing is noise.
Observe.
Wow, you learn quick.
I must be a really good teacher.
Follow my lead, kid.
Whoa, this sounds good.
Yeah, I see potential.
Raw talent.
Come on, Vivo.
Let loose, Grandpa.
"Grandpa"? Could a grandpa do this?
Oh, yeah, Vivo.
Remember the size Of the world before
Now it's you and I
Just you and I
And now the horizon Holds so much more
And it's do-or-die
Yeah, it's do-or-die
All I can do When the road bends
-We bounce to the beat of our own drum -Is lean into the curve
We dance to the beat of our own drum
And all I can do When the tanks run dry
-We bounce to the beat of our own drum -Is see what's in reserve
We dance to the beat of our own drum
And all I can do When the plans break down
-We wow in a world full of ho-hum -Is stay on my feet
We wow in a world full of ho-hum
And all I can do
At the end of the day is
Play on Play on
And keep the beat
Come on, you can't stop now.
Let's keep the beat going, partner.
Not the beat. Not my partner.
Don't worry, Vivo. It's just a little drizzle.
It'll probably blow over.
Hold on tight, Vivo.
No.
The song.
All right, Vivo. I'll get it.
No, no. I got it.
Vivo.
I can't see.
No, no, no, this can't be happening.
Yes.
-Vivo. -No.
I got it.
The song.
Don't worry, Vivo. I'll take care of it. I promise.
Gabi.
Okay, don't panic. You just lost the song.
And it's with Gabi.
What am I gonna do?
I just need a new plan. New plan, new plan, new plan.
I got it.
Gabi!
You have reached Gabi's robot. Leave a message. Beep.
Gabriela María, pick up your phone right now!
I saw the bus schedule on your computer.
If you think you're in trouble now...
it's about to get worse.
I am right next to the bus, honking.
This is me.
I know you can hear me.
Pull over!
What the...?
You're not gonna let her pass us, are you?
Not on my watch.
No, no, no. Don't you drive away from me.
Gabi!
She's not responding. I gotta start searching the swamp.
Birds. Bird's-eye view. Perfect.
Hey, you guys. I need your help spotting somebody.
Oh, good. A bird.
Excuse me. I'm Vivo.
I got separated from my friend.
Purple hair, necktie...
Could you fly me up and help spot her?
Normally I'd help a guy out,
but I'm getting ready to take the long dirt nap.
What? No, no, no. Don't talk like that. I'm sure you have a lot to live for.
It's not like that. I'm just taking a literal nap.
Yeah, I'm just hibernating until the end of my life.
I mean, the end of dating season.
Dating. Sounds horrible. As I was saying--
You don't understand. All my life I've been told:
"Don't worry, Dancarino, one dating season,
you're gonna find the girl of your dreams and love's gonna pick you up."
That's great. But I got a thing.
Love's gonna pick you up
And never put you down
Yeah, we all know the tune.
Wanna cool it with all that love?
So I'm in a bit of a time crunch.
I've been here for eight, count them, eight straight seasons,
and instead of love picking me up, it's just dumped me in a ditch.
Tragic. Anyway--
I'm an invisible spoonbill. No one cares I'm alive.
Especially Valentina.
Valentina's looking at me, isn't she?
-Yeah. -Nobody knows I know you.
You don't know me. Good luck finding your friend.
Wait, get out of there. Have you tried telling her how you feel?
No, I can't tell her.
I'm scared.
No, I've heard this song before. It doesn't end well.
I'll coach you through it. Then you'll help me find my friend. Deal?
Okay, deal.
Now introduce yourself.
Hi. You're Dancarino.
I'm mean, I'm Dancarino.
Enchanted.
No. Back to my hole.
No, no, no. Hey, hey, focus.
Smile and compliment her.
Valentina...
You got this.
Your eyes are like two huge pools...
No, they're like two big bayous in your face.
Bayous? In my face?
Oh, no.
That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said about my--
Got a frog in my throat.
Sorry, Gary.
They're perfect for each other.
Dancarino.
You have such handsome plumage.
It's nice for my eye-- Bayous to look at.
'Cause they're actually my eyes.
This is going strangely well.
Now take her hand.
Oh, sorry.
-I'm so sorry. -No, no, it's fine.
I have another eye. It's totally great.
Easy with the beak.
-Not too quick, Dan. Go in at an angle. -Here we go.
To the left. Yes.
That's it.
Now fly away together.
Love's gonna pick you up
And never put you down
Perfect.
What? Wait, you were supposed to help me.
Come back.
We had a deal.
We had a deal!
Okay, vamos. Heads up, everyone. Showtime's in four hours.
We need to get those lighting cues down for the finale.
Excuse me, mi niña. Any word from Andrés?
Not yet, señora. I'll double-check right away.
Thank you.
Where are you, my friend?
Vivo.
Vivo?
Where are you?
Oh, no. Where is it? Where is it?
Where's the song?
Come on. Vivo's gonna kill me.
It's just a turtle.
It's not just a turtle.
Becky?
It's a Florida red-bellied cooter. It belongs here.
It's native to these parts. Unlike your friend. Where is he?
He's kind of missing.
You lost a kinkajou in the Everglades?
Congratulations, Hernández, you've killed him.
Wait, what?
A kinkajou cannot survive in this environment.
His natural predator is every animal in here.
He needs to be quarantined, and you are gonna help us find him.
I'm not helping you.
Then I guess you don't want this.
You were looking for this song, weren't you?
No, I don't care about that song.
Fine. Then we should recycle it.
Eva?
Eat it.
Yeah, all right.
Wait.
Fine, you win.
I'll wear the uniform. I'll sell cookies.
I will do whatever you want.
Just give me the song back.
You get the song when the kinkajou is safely in our custody.
Gabi!
Where are you, Gabi?
Disgusting.
Who am I kidding? I'm not cut out for this.
I'll be lucky to get out of this swamp alive.
Gabi!
Did you just shush me?
Buddy, be quiet.
Seriously? Do you have any idea what I've been--?
Are you bup-bup-bupping me?
That's it. You want me to be quiet?
I'm being quiet!
Yeah, I thought so. Walk away, buddy.
We're in the middle of a swamp.
Who cares about a little noise?
Me.
What a lovely voice you have.
Never seen you around these parts.
My name's Lutador. You got a name?
It's Vivo.
Oh, my goodness, I hate that name.
Your new name is Noisy.
Noisy the singing rat.
Yeah.
I'm not a rat.
What are you? A gibbon?
I'm a kinkajou.
Sounds exotic.
Well, you listen right here, little kinkajou.
I hate noise.
So you must be quiet.
That's my rule, man.
And everyone around these parts understands it.
Don't y'all?
That's what I like to hear.
Absolutely nothing.
I'm sorry. I promise, you won't hear a peep from me.
You want quiet? I can do quiet. I'll be quiet.
I know very well you're gonna be quiet.
Deathly silent, in fact.
All my meals are.
Would you look at that?
Oh, my friend.
You're about to run out of tree.
Oh, thank goodness.
I'm saved.
Are you an angel?
Vivo, it's me.
Dancarino? You saved me?
Yes, I saved you
'Cause love saved me
What?
Vivo, when you found me
-I was low as I could be -High up
-You picked me up -So high
And you changed my whole demeanour
Like a perfect ballerina Yes, I found my Valentina
That's me!
I told Valentina 'bout the mission You were on for love
You poor, little honey bear
So tired of running We're going to get you there
And sweet Valentina said "Let's help him from above"
So we thought we'd swing by you Come and help you with a bird's-eye view
Love's gonna pick you up
And never put you down
Cool, please stop singing We're miles away from the ground
Love's gonna kick your butt
And drag you around
Let's help your friend Then you and me fly south
You take that road To deliver that love you found
Where we're going We don't need roads
That one set of footprints was love
Dragging you around
Yeah
You're gonna help me?
Thank you.
Don't worry that little head of yours. I promise, we will find your friend.
That's right, my little twirly birdy.
My tweety sweetie.
My little cheeky beaky.
My dapper flapper.
Okay, less lovebird, more bird's-eye.
Love's gonna pick you up
And never put you down
I said Love's gonna kick your butt
And drag you around Yeah
Vivo.
Come on, Vivo.
See, I told you. He's not coming.
Becky, just give me back the song.
No kinkajou, no song.
Yell louder.
Fine.
Vivo, Vivo, where are you?
Vivo?
Vivo, stay there. The Sand Dollars are right behind me.
They have the song. But don't worry. I have a plan.
Stay there. Don't move.
Snake!
To the boat.
Run, run, run.
He's right behind us.
Faster.
This way.
Okay, I think we're safe here.
I guess I was wrong.
Oh, no, he's gonna kill us.
Let him have it.
Get away.
Get back.
What else do you have in there?
Eat string, snake.
Hey, wait. Did you hear that?
That's Gabi. She's in trouble.
Hey, Lutador.
Leave them alone.
If it ain't Noisy the singing rat.
That's right. And noisier than ever.
Stop making the noise.
Yeah? Come make me.
With pleasure.
Excuse me, ladies. I'll be right back.
Vivo, what are you doing?
I don't know, but sometimes you gotta improvise.
You got this, Vivo.
Gabi, a kinkajou can't beat a python.
You still running up trees, Noisy?
You rats never learn, do you?
Don't just stand there, Schmoopie. Dig us a hole to hide in.
I love you, baby.
Oh, no.
Vivo, watch out.
That's it. Enough is enough.
You can't run forever.
Sure I can. Back in Havana, I do five shows a day.
Tough crowd Nothing I haven't seen before
I'll have to pull out the stops And give them even more
It's tough to play When you're prey facing a predator
No time to pray Find a way to slay your competitor
So turn up the volume When they would have you be quiet
Turn up the rhythm So they can never deny it
You bounce when it counts And give as good as you got
'Cause you're not gonna stop Till they drop
And you got 'em in a knot
Get me out of here.
-Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. -Good job, Vivo.
Wait, did we win?
Gabi, are you okay?
You totally took down that snake.
You are one crazy kinkajou.
He's a hero.
A fuzzy hero.
I was wrong about you, Vivo.
I mean, I still think you really should be quarantined for ten days.
But you did save us from an apex predator, so...
I'm gonna let this one slide.
So...
We cool, right?
Yeah, we're cool.
Can we have the song back?
Of course, the song.
Wait, what? I just had it.
Where did it go?
Oh, no.
Andrés...
Come in.
Is he...?
Is he here?
Oh, señora.
I'm so sorry.
You spent your life making music
I thought the song would never end
Now it's so quiet
All I wanna do is play again with you My friend
Sorry again about the song.
Thanks, Dan.
So...
What are you gonna do now?
Make my way back to Cuba, I guess.
Without the song, there's nothing left.
I failed.
Hey, hey, no. Don't say that. You did all you could do.
Dan, you don't understand.
Andrés gave me everything.
And when he needed me, I turned my back.
This was my one chance to make things right.
And I've let him down.
When the plane lands on the runway
Keep this song inside your heart
Is that your uncle's song?
Yeah.
When the years pass...
Oh, no, she's at it again.
She's butchering his song. It's a musical massacre.
I will be with you When the song plays...
Just stop and listen to the melody.
Hear? It's beautiful, right?
Those are musical notes,
written in a specific order that people find pleasing to the ear.
Those who know music call it a "melody."
Vivo, you know the melody.
Of course I do. It's the foundation of music.
While you may know the lyrics,
you have to learn the melody in order to sing because...
Wait. You know the lyrics. And I know the melody.
-Hey, Vivo knows the melody. -She knows the lyrics.
-This means... -We've still got the song.
The mission for love is back on.
Turn the boat around. We're going to Miami.
What?
You heard the kinkajou. Turn the boat around.
We got a second chance.
Here, Vivo, check this out.
You play the keyboard, I'll write down the notes.
Your plane leaves in the morning
Soon the world will see you shine
Yeah, can you play that, like, a hundred times slower?
All along inside your heart
It's done. Now we just have to get this to Marta.
One last thing.
Oh, yeah.
Guys, look.
I think I can see Miami.
Oh, no. We're never gonna make it in time.
Not without breaking a few rules.
Hold on to your cookies!
Survived another disaster
Does this thing go any faster?
We're out of time The sun is going down
When I thought we were done for
My new friend gave us an encore
Let's reach the shore Of this Miami town
Remember the size Of the world before
It was you and I Just you and I
And now the horizon Holds so much more
And it's do-or-die
Yeah, it's do-or-die
M-I-A-M-I Running out of time
Ms Sandoval, this is your half-hour call.
M-I-A-M-I Running out of time
-We gotta go, we gotta go, we gotta go -I know, I know, I know
M-I-A-M-I Running out of time
Turn up the tempo
Her name is Gabi
She's 10 She's my daughter
I know she was on this bus
She bought this ticket
Hey, listen, lady It's been a long day
Like I said She was not with us
I need a nap.
We'll get there in time And do so much more
'Cause it's you and I Just you and I
We'll run and we'll climb Till we reach her door
'Cause it's do-or-die
Yeah, it's do-or-die
Ticket, please.
Gabriela, you stay right where you are, señorita.
Oh, no. It's Mom.
-Hey. -Gabi!
Security, to the entrance.
M-I-A-M-I Running out of time
Ms Sandoval, this is your five-minute call.
M-I-A-M-I Running out of time
Hey, let go.
Gotcha.
-Let's go, let's go, let's go -I know, I know, I know
M-I-A-M-I Running out of time
-It's not too late -It's not too late
We're almost there There's nothing left to do but climb
M-I-A-M-I Running out of time
We're out of time
Up there, Vivo.
Climb through and unlock the door from the other side.
Oh, no.
Vivo, hurry. They're coming.
It's not opening.
What's wrong?
-She's not down here. -Then she must be this way.
Okay, Vivo, one last plan.
You have to go without me.
It's okay, it's okay.
Here, take this.
So you won't forget me.
Vivo, you have to finish the mission,
for the both of us.
All right, partner.
We got her.
Hi, Mom.
I understand, but Marta is taking this really hard.
Yeah, she says she can't go on.
Look, I'll check back in five minutes.
Marta?
Andrés.
Are you Vivo?
You came all the way from Cuba?
What are you doing here?
"Para Marta."
Andrés wrote this.
For me?
Thank you.
He never told me he felt this way.
I love you too, Andrés.
Oh, Vivo, thank you.
Señora, we're ready whenever you are.
I have to go.
And here I thought this concert was about saying goodbye to the old songs.
But now...
I have a new song to sing.
You know, Vivo...
Andrés would be so proud of you.
But, Mom, Vivo needed to deliver a love song to Marta.
Do you hear yourself? Gabriela, this is crazy.
This is why I didn't tell you. I knew you wouldn't get it.
Oh, I get you, all right.
No, no, you don't.
Not like Dad did.
No, no. You're not doing that, Gabriela.
He's not here. I'm here.
And I know, I know I'm not your father.
I know I'm not funny, and I don't do music.
But you can talk to me.
You don't even understand why this is important to me.
Only Vivo does.
Vivo is in Cuba.
Vivo.
Did you get the song to Marta?
You did it.
That's right.
We did it.
Wait, wait, wait.
You were telling me the truth?
Oh, Gabi.
But still,
you can't just go a hundred miles to Miami without telling me.
I know. I'm sorry, okay? But...
I just had to deliver Tío's song.
He didn't get to tell Marta he loved her.
Just like...
I never got to tell Dad how much I loved him.
Your dad knew you loved him.
Every moment from when he first met you.
And that love, Gabriela?
That love lives forever.
In your heart.
All right, you two better buckle up 'cause we got a concert to get to.
Gracias, everyone.
Thank you.
And to say farewell,
I'd like to finish with a song.
A song written by an old friend...
and delivered with the help of new ones.
Mambo Cabana, oh
Your plane leaves in the morning
Soon the world will see you shine
And I wish I could go with you
But your journey isn't mine
And the world will soon adore you
As I learn to live without you
Every melody is for you
Every song I write about you
And this fear That keeps me by the door
Shouldn't interfere With you wanting more
I am here Just on another shore
Always in your corner Watching you soar
When your plane lands on the runway
Keep this song inside your heart
When the road goes only one way
Keep this song inside your heart
When the years pass But the love stays
Keep this song inside your heart
I'll be with you When this song plays
All along inside your heart
Mambo Cabana, oh
Keep this song inside your heart
Okay, Gabi, let's get to work.
Hey
Calling all grown-ups Animals and kids
Right this way
We have prepared for you today A dazzling display
Presenting the one and only
Vivo
Go, go
Ladies and gentlemen It's Vivo and the kid again
My rhythm comes from the heart Of Havana City and
I bring a bit of it To every city I'm living in
I was given a gift I'm never giving up or giving in
The time-honoured traditions Of the Caribbean
In a collabo with Gabi The fabulous Floridian
We battled the elements And villainous reptilians
By bouncing to the beat Of our own drums with brilliance
My fine-feathered friend Has flown the whole meridian
And Valentina Can't help but bring the pretty in
They shine like a diamond Of the finest obsidian
And tango Like a native Argentinean
But dang, yo Y'all don't understand my singing
'Cause I'm running rings around This riveting rhythm and swinging
Gimme the rhythm Gimme a minute
Gimme a limit So I can exceed it
A brand-new song's just what we needed
Hey
And if you like that dance Won't you clap your hands?
If you like that dance
Won't you clap your hands? Go!
And if you like that dance Won't you clap your hands?
If you like that dance
Won't you clap your hands? Go!
And if you like this song Won't you sing along?
If you like this song Won't you sing along?
And if you like this song Won't you sing along?
If you like this song Won't you sing along?
Go!
We are one of a kind