Ah.
Time for some deliveries.
- Good morning, Cricket! - Hey. Take it easy.
Hey, you little gerbils.
Here's your coffee delivery, Kim.
Thanks, Cricket.
Oh, I forgot to ask for extra-- Sugar?
Got you covered, Kim.
You're a good one, Cricket Green.
Cricket, mi amigo.
You sure you don't wanna join our dance class?
Not today, Juan Pablo.
But enjoy that coffee.
- Ms. Torres! - Eyy, Cricket.
Here's your coffee, Ms. Torres.
Thanks, kiddo.
Hey, got time for a game of Ping-Pong?
I should probably get back to work,
but Ping-Pong sounds way more fun.
So my pal Remy was like, "Do not eat that hotdog."
So what'd you do? I ate it, of course.
Of course!
So then my dad says, "That's not a hotdog.
That's a worm."
And that's how I ended up in the emergency room.
Oh. You got me.
That was fun, but now I actually
gotta get back to work.
I'll see you around, Ms. Ping-Pong Champ.
Ah, this was the most fun
I've had all week.
Hey, next time I see you, kiddo, we're having a rematch.
One quintuple espresso on the house.
- Again, so sorry for the wait. - Oh!
Now that's the good stuff!
No worries, dear.
It looks like you were doing the best you could
without any help. Hi, Gloria.
Cricket, where have you been? You only had three deliveries.
It should've taken 20 minutes.
How long was I gone? Like 21 minutes?
Four hours!
Delivery orders have been backing up.
I didn't know where you were, and customers are freaking out.
I need someone who can make these deliveries fast.
You need Zapp! Gwendolyn Zapp.
I couldn't help but overhear that you were having
delivery issues.
Well, I've got just the solution.
Prepare to meet The Delivernator.
System online. Greetings, employer.
It's an automated robot created by BigTech
to take the jobs of all the delivery workers.
"Unlike a human, I never tire, waste time, or unionize."
I don't know.
- What does it cost? - In terms of money, nothing.
Controlling every aspect of modern life
is payment enough for me.
Hmm, it does sound like a big help.
Okay. It can take over Cricket's deliveries.
No. I love deliveries.
Being outdoors, talking to customers,
playing ping-pong.
I mean, not playing Ping-Pong.
Plus, I'm way better than this dumb metal box.
Scan complete. You are not.
Yes, I am! - No!
Okay. Then let's put it to the test.
Would you look at that? Our house.
Here, let me get the door for you, Papa.
Oh, no. After you, Tilly girl.
Wait a sec.
You smell that?
Ma?
Is that aroma what I think it is?
That's right. I made cinnamon buns.
I hope y'all are ready for some warm, tasty--
ants?
It seems they too were drawn
- by the sweet aroma of frosting. - I don't care!
What are a couple of old tiny ants?
Extra protein, that's what.
I didn't raise you like that!
That was my good plate!
They were so perfect, so innocent.
Why them, huh?
You come into my home, ate my food,
make my son cry.
This means war!
All right.
Whomever can deliver these orders
and return to the cafe fastest
will get the honor of being our deliverer.
And the loser has to work inventory.
But I hate inventory!
Well then I guess you'll just have to work hard and win.
Psh, piece of cake.
All right. Coffees at the ready.
And may the best boy/machine--
may the best noun win!
You got eyes on it, bud?
Sure do, with my keen eyes
and Vasquez's impressive stride, we can't lose it.
That's perfect, Remy. Keep me updated.
Sorry! Hot coffee coming through!
Hey, you! Who, me?
Get ready.
- Take it, take it, take it! - Thank you, Cricket!
Oh, wait, do you have any extra napkins?
Not today.
Uh, it's okay, Keys.
You're a bit of a dribbler, but you got this.
Steady.
Remy, I just completed my first delivery.
That's great, Cricket.
But the Delivernator just arrived
at its second delivery.
Can I help you?
Identity confirmed.
Whoa. Hang on a--
Delivery complete. May your day be pleasant.
Well, all right.
And now it's off again.
It's in the lead? But I'm going as fast as I can.
Fine. I'll just have to step up my game.
Hey, Ma.
I've got some spackle and a putty knife.
Let's seal up those holes and get baking
some new cinnamon buns.
Ants are already in the house.
Sealing up the holes will just trap them inside.
Violence is the only solution.
I read that for any ant you see,
there are thousands lying in wait.
Ain't that neat, Gramma?
Die, ants!
You did it, Alice.
The ants are dead and the house is saved.
I've earned myself a nappy.
Cricket, the Delivernator just made
its final delivery at the newsstand.
I'm almost done.
Just got to deliver to Ms. Torres.
Get your hotdogs. Fresh hot hotdogs!
Remy, I have an idea.
Do what you can to slow it down.
I'll do my best.
Deliveries complete. Returning to cafe.
Ow! I'm hurt.
The mean robot hurt me.
Potential lawsuit. Potential lawsuit.
We would appreciate your silence.
Wait, what?
Cricket, I'm sorry. I couldn't stop him.
Don't sweat it, Remy.
The Delivernator has made its last delivery.
Must've missed one.
I'm under siege.
Not today, you darn ants!
Not my sword, too.
What?
Hi, Gramma.
- The ants took over! - The ants took over,
- yeah, I know. - I don't understand.
I was as violent as I could be, but it didn't stop those ants.
Well perhaps violence isn't the answer.
Violence isn't the answer?
Ah, with The Delivernator destroyed,
I've got all the time in the world
for my last delivery.
There he is. Hey, ready for that rematch?
You're on. Cricket?
Oops, one sec. Talk to me.
How's that final delivery going?
Done and done. All is good.
That's good.
But you might wanna get back to the cafe quick
because the robot is beeping.
- It's beeping? - Okay.
Actually, Ms. Torres, I'm sorry, but I gotta run.
You see, I'm in this race against robot dog and--
Oh, Cricket, you're such a little jokester.
Now, come on, let's play. First to a thousand wins.
Well, okay.
I'm sure that beeping is not important.
Hmm?
Gramma, what are you doing standing in this ant paradise?
Tilly, violence hasn't given me one inch
in this terrible ant war.
So I'm trying something a little more sweet.
Come on out, you jerks!
- Cinnamon buns? - These ain't for you.
Come on.
This is what you wanted, ain't it?
All right, you heathens, welcome to your new home.
Tilly was right.
Violence ain't always the answer.
Just usually.
Cricket, come in.
Remy, what's up?
There's a bit of development.
The Delivernator is rebuilding itself.
I do not tire. I do not waste time.
I do not die.
Rebuilding itself?
You and Vasquez have to hold it back.
I'm a little tied up at the moment.
So are we.
Remy, get it together.
Hey, you playing walkie-talkie
or are you playing Ping-Pong?
The answer is Ping-Pong. Duh.
Now, I believe it's my turn to serve.
Oh, no.
Well, we can't play without a ball.
Best be going. Okay. Bye.
Okay, Cricket.
If you don't wanna play, it's fine.
I'll see if one of these walls cares to challenge me.
No, no. I love playing Ping-Pong with you.
I just-- - Cricket, come in.
What's going on, Remy?
The Delivernator is on the move.
We've done all we could do.
10-4, Remy.
Ms. Torres, listen, I'm gonna lose a race
with a stupid robot dog unless I get going now
and I just--
I don't want you to think I don't care.
- Get going, kid. - Are you sure?
You spend a lot of time with this old gal,
you've more than proven to me how much you care.
Now get out there and beat that robot dog,
or whatever game it is you kids are playing.
Thanks for being so cool about it.
- Catch you later. - See you.
Oh, Cricket.
I'm here. I'm here.
- Did I... - Lose? You sure did.
The Delivernator beat you back.
Victory.
Gloria, please.
Don't take delivery duties away from me.
I'm sorry, Cricket. The Delivernator was faster,
and as of this moment is officially our new deliver--
Hello?
You left your hat at my place, Cricket.
I am so sorry.
Luckily, Cricket will no longer be on delivery duty.
Oh, you don't say? That's a shame.
Wait, you enjoy Cricket's deliveries?
Oh, yeah. He's a hoot and a half.
And he's got a killer backspin.
- He's always a pleasure. - He knows my order by heart.
I depend on him for my sanity and well-being!
Always right. Yeah.
I wouldn't know what I'd do without him.
Wow. The Delivernator was fast,
but your connection to people is even better for business.
Maybe you should stay on deliveries.
- Confused. - Oh.
So it's personality you want now, is it?
That's actually a feature we're working on
for our next model.
Delivernator 2.0.
Technologically engineered for optimum friendliness.
You can trust me.
No? Well, your loss.
All right, Delivernator. Deliver me back to the lab.
Ha-ha!
Well, congrats, Cricket.
You're still on delivery duty.
But, please, no more four-hour trips.
No problem. Three and a half hours max.
- Cricket. - Just kidding, Gloria.
I'll do better.
Now I just need to find somebody who will do inventory for me.
Cinnamon buns.
I don't care what you make me do.
Just pay me in cinnamon buns!
I got sweat in my eyes ♪
♪ Lost a bet and got bit by a hundred flies ♪
I fell out a big ol' tree ♪
♪ Hit every branch and scraped up both my knees ♪
I got chased by dogs ♪
♪ Licked by a frog, got a rash on my legs ♪
Dropped a dozen eggs ♪
♪ I got splinters in seven of ten ♪
♪ And tomorrow, I'll do it all again ♪