(theme music playing)
(rooster crowing)
(phone vibrates)
(sighs) Good morning country.
Another calm, beautiful day.
Yee-haw! C'mon get, ya varmint!
Heh-heh-heh, whoa-whoa!
Got more comin' to you, Nance!
- Mornin', Remy. - What's everyone doing?
- Hey, bud! You slept in, huh? - Well, yeah.
- How long have you all been up? - Since it was still dark out.
Now that the farm's back up and runnin',
we gotta get up pretty early to get all the cleanin',
- feedin', and seedin' done! - Wow... That's a lot.
How do you get it all done?
Well, all it takes is a little somethin'
we like to call country grit!
(whispering, awed) Remy wants country grit.
- How do I get it? - You just gotta be tough!
Like this! (grunting)
Yup. I like to think I was born with it.
Hmm, I'm not sure I was born with a lot of toughness in me.
Well, it's more than that. It's about toughness of spirit.
Maybe doing farm work will help you find your country grit.
Remy can help me milk one of the dairy cows.
After all befriending a gentle moo cow takes
- a truly strong heart. - Me?
Milk a cow? You really think I could?
Sure do! What do you say?
Ready to learn how to be a farmer, Remy?
- I'll do my best! - BILL: All right, son.
Looks like you're on seedling duty with me.
Ugh, do I have to? All I get to do is sit
next to you for hours and hours!
- When do I get to drive? - How do you feel about
learning how to drive... today?
Wha--whawhawha--what!
You're not messin' with me? You wouldn't be that cruel,
- would you, father? - No, siree.
I figure you're old enough now to help
with all the planting, so I'm ready to give you...
- a new responsibility. - Ohh...
yeah! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!
This is the dream!
Just me in the driver's seat, the open fields,
- wind in my hair-- - And your Dad.
Here to make sure you don't hurt yourself,
our animals, or any innocent passersby.
Right. Now let's kick this puppy into high gear!
Hang on there.
Tractor drivin' can be dangerous stuff.
So you need to do exactly as I say.
First, you wanna press the brake, turn the key...
- then shift into first gear. - Okay, here we go...
Watch the gearshift! It's sticky!
-(tractor revs) - Brake, Cricket!
Brake, brake, brake, brake!
Not too fast! But not too slow!
Smoother. Ahh!
Too much! (sighs)
Okay. Bit of a rough start.
Yeah. How about we give it another go?
Or maybe you just aren't as ready as I thought.
Hey, I was doin' just fine until you...
Up-bup-bup. This is my fault.
I forgot to go over the fundamentals.
Tell me if I'm goin' too fast for ya.
This device is called the "steering wheel."
(groans)
REMY: Wow, my first cow milking.
It's the perfect way to see if I got country grit.
This is gonna be a big day for you.
Just remember, farmin' is hard work,
so you gotta be ready for anything.
Oh, I'm ready. Bring it on!
(coughing)
Eww, what is that?
Oh, that's just barn smell. I find it rather pleasing.
(sniffs) I'd put it in a candle if I could.
- Mornin', friends. - Good morning, animals.
Ugh! I see everywhere is the bathroom in here.
All right. Remy. Welcome to cow milking 101.
This beautiful ray of sunshine is Miss Debbie.
(nervous chuckles) Nice to meet you, ma'am.
Okay, Farmer Remy, you've got this.
One thing of milk, please!
Um, milk please? Hello?
Do I talk to this? Huh, I guess she doesn't
- understand English. - Remy, she's a cow.
Of course, she understands English.
But you can't just tell her what to do,
you gotta help her out. Like this.
That's it, Miss Debbie. Great job!
That looks easy enough.
-(mows angrily) - Watch out!
(Remy screams)
Huh? Hay!
Remy! Are you okay?
Am I allergic to hay or does it always itch this much?
- Yes. -(sobs)
You know, if this is too hard,
you could just head back to the house and--
No, no! I want to help.
I've just gotta unlock my country grit.
What am I doing wrong?
Perhaps I have taken for granted
my implicit connection to Miss Debbie.
How about you try bonding with her first?
Brushing her, cleaning her stall, mixing her feed...
Oh! I love to pamper!
Miss Debbie and I will be best bovine buddies in no time.
- Ah! Please don't kill me! - He's learning.
Now, to reiterate, those shiny, reflective things
are called your rearview mirrors.
And those round things, they're called tires.
Yeah, I got it, Dad! How am I actually supposed
to learn to drive when you're pickin' apart
- every little thing I do? - Just want you to be safe
when you're out there in the fields.
And not worry about crashing, or wrecking the tractor,
or potentially ruining our entire livelihood.
Anyways, give it another go, son.
(sighs) Okay, let's just try this again...
Step on brake, turn the key, move the gearshift
- into first, and... - Don't give it too much gas!
(screams)
(sighs) See, son?
If you're not a hundred percent concentrating,
you'll end up causing some sort of disaster.
Maybe I need to go over the tires bit again...
Hey Da-dee, speaking of tires, wouldn't it be wise
- to go check the tire pressure? - Hey, you're gettin' it now!
Safe thinkin', son. (humming)
-(devious chuckles) - Mm-hm, mm-hm.
- Firm as a watermelon. - CRICKET: Yippeekaiyay!
No... He's been unleashed.
REMY: Okay Miss Debbie, time to do some classic
farmer-to-cow bonding!
- Uh, lookin' good, buddy. - Okay, just follow our lead.
All right! Let's get farming!
(country music playing)
(grunting) Ahh!
Water in my face! (grunting)
Remy, that's not food, it's fertilizer!
Uh, no, no, no! Gross, gross, gross!
(grunts) Ah, I can't get up!
Ah, just gotta--
(screaming)
I can't do this anymore!
CRICKET: Wohoo, yeah!
This thing's got torque! Woo!
(panting) Oh, dang it, Bill!
You shoulda known if you gave that boy one inch,
he'd take a mile! I've gotta stop him.
Take your shot, Bill. Steady...
Sorry son, but this is for your own good!
(laughing) Huh? Oh-hoo!
Yee-haw!
(laughter) This is the best day of my life!
Driving rips!
(coughs) Dang it, I can't get him.
Cricket's too good at driving.
Wait, Cricket's good at driving?
It's kind of... impressive. Sure gettin' close though.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
- Huh? - Hey, Dad!
Man, this thing brakes on a dime, huh?
At first I wasn't sure what ya meant
by the touchy gearshift, but it all started to click
once I was in the zone, y'know?
Now come on, let's do some planting!
Wait... You wanna do chores now?
But you're in trouble, Cricket!
All right, I admit,
I shouldn't have taken off like that.
But I couldn't concentrate with you panicking in my ear!
I really did wanna learn how to drive and help you out.
But your freaking out made that a little hard to do.
Well, I suppose I was a bit nervous.
You did all right out there. Maybe you just needed
a little time on your own to figure things out.
Why don't you drive while I water?
Well, water you waitin' for, slowpoke?
- BOTH: Oh! - Farm joke!
(both laughs hysterically)
Look at you, Remy. You're not a farmer...
you're just a city kid. You wouldn't know country grit
even if it came screaming right by you.
(Miss Debbie mooing)
Miss Debbie, please don't throw up on me again!
What the...
Uh, Tilly? Ms. Green?
Help. Something's wrong with Miss Debbie!
Nothin' wrong with the miracle of life.
Miss Debbie is goin' into labor!
Wait, like, another cow is gonna come out
- of that cow? - You couldn't tell
- she was pregnant? - She's huge.
All cows are huge!
Tilly, go grab blankets from the house, please.
Don't worry, Remy. I've delivered many
a calf in my day.
- It'll be great! - Will it?
NANCY: Now, I need you to help me get Miss Debbie
into birthing position. On the count of three,
lift with your legs. One, two, three!
-(mooing) - Uh. Looks like
she doesn't wanna budge. I'm gonna need some supplies.
- Be right back. - Miss Green, wait!
- Uh. -(Miss Debbie moans)
I'm not qualified for this!
- Fear not, I got blankets! - Ah, thank goodness!
I thought I was gonna have to take care of Miss Debbie
all by myself. (squeals)
- Oh no! -(gasps) What happened?
I don't know! But you need to get in here Miss Green!
Miss Debbie is ready to blow!
There's no time to clear the door.
I'm afraid you're gonna have to deliver
- the calf on your own. - What?
- No, no, no, no, no! - Remy, it's okay.
- Come here. - I don't have country grit!
There's no way I can do this!
TILLY: Listen now, little kookaburra.
When you're on a farm, sometimes you've just
gotta dig down deep find whatever grit
you've got and get the job done.
-(groans) - Now, go forth and be brave.
(screaming)
You can do it, Remy! Just don't look directly at...
- REMY: (screams) - Too late.
Papa! Miss Debbie's havin' a calf
- and Remy's havin' a cow! -(all laughing)
Ah, but seriously, this is an emergency.
You can do it, Remy! You can do it, Remy!
We're good to go, son. Punch it!
- Got it! -(tractor revving)
TILLY: Remy, we're comin'!
(all gasping)
-(calf moos) - That's my boy, Remy.
Yes. It was extremely gross.
And scary. And probably the hardest thing
I've ever done. But I actually did it.
Well, I'd call that some good ol' fashioned country grit.
You know, I think I get it now.
I might not have been born with "country grit",
- but I sure can build it up. - ALL: Aw.
Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to bathe
for the next five days.