-♪ Look up there ♪ -♪ What do you see? ♪
♪ Nature and stuff ♪
-♪ Like a rock ♪ -♪ And a tree ♪
♪ Oh, the Great North ♪
♪ Way up here, you can breathe the air ♪
♪ Catch some fish ♪
♪ Or gaze at a bear ♪
♪ Wow ♪
♪ Oh, the Great North ♪
♪ Here we live, oh, oh ♪
♪ Here we'll stay, oh, whoo ♪
♪ From longest night to longest day ♪
♪ In the Great North. ♪
(cheering)
JUDY: Whoo! Picture day.
One stool, one vinyl backdrop,
one yearbook, a million possibilities.
And, big fanfare... (sings fanfare)
Judy and I won Best Siblings
in the student superlatives,
so we'll be getting a picture taken together.
Wow, congrats. In my day
I was voted Weirdest Laugh. Boy, was that way off.
(deranged laugh)
I preordered the package
with each of your pictures on a mug.
There's nothing like drinking out of your own children
to start your day off right.
MOON: Oh, no. They're building something right here?
Dagmar.
Ham, the day we always feared has arrived.
Operation Dagmar phase two.
Dagmar? That smelly old coconut that you carved a face into
and then carried around for months?
That "smelly old coconut" was like a brother to me.
Huh, Coconut Tobin actually does sound like a name
of a sibling we would have.
I will admit that Dagmar,
how shall I say it? Reeked.
But other than that, he was a good guy.
He was a great guy. We were inseparable.
You had Judy, I had Dagmar.
Why are we even talking about him?
-Didn't Dad make you throw him out? - No.
He said I couldn't keep him in the house anymore,
so I buried him in a box in the woods.
Mm-hmm. And I went with Moon and buried my favorite issue
of Tractor magazine.
You know, so Dagmar would have something to read.
Boy, I loved that issue.
Can't wait to hear Dagmar's thoughts.
Well, on the way to school, I saw that they're
putting in a Tramp Scamps Trampoline Park
on Dagmar's burial ground.
So we got to go dig him and the Tractor magazine up.
There were cement mixers there already, so it's now or never.
But, you guys, it's picture day.
Well, maybe you could sit for my picture,
holding up my photo from last year.
Or, or, or, your beautiful, talented,
multi-hyphenate sister plays the role of a lifetime today:
both of her brothers.
It'll be tricky, sure, but if Kevin Jonas
can fool the world into believing that
he has two other brothers... (laughs)
...then I'm pretty confident I can do it, too.
Now, I will need your clothes.
Mm, leaving school naked seems risky,
but if that's what it takes...
Oh, the drama department.
We can get you costumes to wear.
And Ham and I can borrow bikes from our friends.
All right, let's go secure the Dag and the mag.
-Okay, now a stop for... -(sighs)
Coffee at Maude's and then the boat.
What's the sigh for, my heavy-breathed Heather?
You feeling down, m'clown?
Oh, no, it's just, well,
every day in Alaska used to feel crazy and new,
and now I'm more settled into this routine.
Nothing's more exciting than a routine.
Knowing that you know exactly what's coming next? Heaven.
Should we do something different today?
Just off the top of my head, we could
sew all our jeans together into one giant pair?
No, Wolf. Although group jeans is a good business idea.
We should write that down. I sighed because
sometimes I crave that excitement I felt
the first time I saw the northern lights,
or the first time I slipped on black ice
and then got back up and immediately slipped again.
It went on like that for at least an hour.
I'm okay. I probably just need some coffee in me.
Well, you're in luck,
'cause Maude is just opening up.
Ooh, and, Honeybee, this'll cheer you up.
Today is cranberry muffin day.
(weakly): Yay.
Good morning, Maude. I see you're admiring
your door hinge.
I'm a butt hinge man myself, so I get it.
No, the door is open, and I know I locked up last night.
(gasps) You think there's a burglar in there?
Everyone, grab a big stick. We're going in.
Good idea. Yes, sticks. The fists of the trees.
Dang it, the one day I didn't wear my Batman costume
under my regular clothes.
-Oh, hey, guys. -ALL: Huh?
Cheesecake? My BFF.
My Angelina Bro-lie.
Oh, what's up, Tobins? And there you are, Maude.
I'll have the Seaman's Sausage Platter
and four Bloody Marys.
We don't serve alcohol.
All right, just a beer, then.
Oh, and my friend is in the bathroom.
He's been in there a while.
He might not be feeling too good.
You know what, bring him a beer, too.
That'll fix him right up.
Wolf, you got to meet this guy.
You'll love him. I met him last night at Ted's Folly.
Doesn't talk much, but, boy, can he put it away.
Drinks more than I do, believe it or not.
I think he's part fish. (laughs)
Why don't I, um, go check on Cheesecake's friend?
Hello? Friend of Cheesecake's?
(gasps) Oh, God.
This is not good.
Okay, I am literally poking a bear,
the worst idea ever. (gasps) Oh, no.
Drop Dead Ted.
-Good morning. -Not now, Londra.
Maude, you'd better lock the door
and put the closed sign up.
Teddy, the real-life mascot
of our nearby, bitter rival town of Ted's Folly,
appears to have had the night of his life with Cheesecake
and then died near a toilet in this very restaurant.
-(gasping, exclaiming) -Oh, hell no.
I can't believe Teddy is dead.
It's probably too soon, but did you see
a gorgeous ring on his finger?
I'm sure he'd want me to have it.
Cheesecake, what are you doing, messing with that bear
from Ted's Folly, son?
Oof, if Mayor Ted finds out about this,
it's gonna be like the Beaver Wars all over again.
-Maybe I should just move. -What are the Beaver Wars?
About 150 years ago,
the Lone Moose mayor's wife Elna Parsnips got drunk
and threw a taxidermied beaver
at the mayor of Ted's Folly's wife at a dance.
And it set off a bitter rivalry that
continues on to this very day.
A lot of bad blood.
A lot of taunting and pranks on both sides.
Ooh, sounds kinda exciting.
I mean, I'm not proud of it,
but I can taunt with the best of 'em.
Guys, we got to get that dead bear out of here stat,
before anyone else shows up.
Oh, too late, Councilman Roy just pulled in.
Oh, God, if Roy finds out, we're screwed.
He'll want to handle this the "right way," and Ted's Folly
-will come for us all. It's fine.
All we need is an electric razor, hydrogen peroxide,
and some high-end counterfeit passports.
And drinks.
I-I'm sorry, Roy, we're closed, honey.
But I-I see other customers in there.
Oh, that's, uh, you know, that's just my waitstaff.
Beef Tobin is on your waitstaff?
Yep, just hired all these people this morning, so...
Got to show 'em the plates.
-Teach 'em what a fork is. -We just need our coffee.
If Toby doesn't get his, he becomes
absolutely insufferable.
Sorry, the coffee all went bad because I, uh,
threw up in it. So, goodbye and good luck,
and I'll see you later, Roy.
This is very uncalled for, Maude!
Okay, Cheesecake, how did this happen?
It's hazy, but I know I went to the Ted's Folly Beerathlon
yesterday, which they always hold the day before
the Ted's Folly Bearathlon.
-The what? -The Ted's Folly Bearathlon is
a 5K run that they hold every year
on Teddy the bear's birthday, and the Beerathlon
is the big party the night before.
And a great place to get very, very drunk,
which I was when I climbed into Teddy's enclosure with a full
growler of honey-wheat ale.
It didn't occur to me that he was a bear.
I just thought he was a big dude in a fur coat.
I remember thinking, "You should get that coat dry-cleaned,
my man, because it smells like you live in it."
Turns out he does. I'm also picturing us riding
a motorcycle together, but that can't be right.
You mean like the motorcycle out there?
The one that says Mayor-cycle on the side
-in little flames? -Oh, wonderful.
So we have two things that belong
to the mayor of Ted's Folly.
If we don't play our cards right in the next couple of hours,
our two towns will have worse than bad blood.
Oh, no. Really bad blood.
Oh, hello, Moon.
Looking awfully tall today, aren't we?
And awfully Judy?
Oh, yeah, growth spurt. And, uh... Judy spurt.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna get you in trouble.
I don't have time for shenanigans.
As we were getting out of the car at school today,
Ms. Anderson said, "Happy one-year anniversary,"
and I realized I don't have dinner reservations,
I can't afford a gift,
and this morning I accidentally killed
her beloved fish Swimmy Gibbler.
I didn't have my contacts in yet this morning
and mistakenly fed it a bunch of parmesan cheese.
And I mean a bunch.
You don't need a dinner reservation.
You just get a bunch of fast food.
Fast food?
I can't give the love of my life a meat nugget.
Ah-buh-buh, let me finish.
Then you drive up to a place with a nice view
and you eat it on the hood of your car.
Women love car hood picnics.
-They do? -Yes.
Haven't you ever seen
-an engagement ring commercial? -Uh, no.
I only watch classic films
on my vintage laser disc player.
Oh, my God.
But in the absence of any other options,
I will take your advice.
Now, what do I do about a gift?
Uh, this is a two-way street, buddy.
I'll be back in a little bit
dressed as a different brother,
and I'm gonna need you
to keep quiet about that, too.
Okay, so, if the Ted's Folly Bearathlon
starts at noon, we have to
Weekend at Bernie's this bear back into the van
and get him back ASAP so no one knows he's gone.
Then, if we get him back in his enclosure, people will think
he died there, and Lone Moose will be off the hook.
-Don't forget the motorcycle. -Oh, I didn't. I can drive it.
I got a license back in Fresno because in high school
Motorcycle Drivers' Ed counted as PE for some reason.
I know this is a pretty serious situation, but I am excited
I finally get to ride the lightning.
Okay, let's try to get this guy out of here.
Wolf, Jerry, help me out.
Grab an arm or a leg, and we'll lift on three.
One, two, three.
-Somebody get around back. -I'm trying.
This is my first time lifting a bear, sorry.
-(knock at door) -ROY: Maude?!
Aah! Roy's back. Everybody get down.
Oh. Oh, God. Aah!
-Oh, the bear is on Jer. -No, no, no.
I repeat: The bear is on Jer!
After driving around for 20 minutes,
I decided that I'm finally going to listen
to my therapist and stand up for myself.
We're back, and we're not going anywhere
until we get our coffee.
The drama department came through.
I'm gonna incorporate this mask
into my everyday look.
Oh, I'm excited to see Dagmar again.
I used to tell him everything.
Even though five years have passed, it's been
comforting knowing that I could dig him up if I wanted.
Who knows? Maybe I'll need him
to help me conquer the seven most dangerous
mountain peaks in the world.
Or stand up as my best man if I get married.
To someone. Not Quinn.
I don't even have a crush on her.
So we'll just dig Dagmar back up and bury him somewhere else
so I can always find him if I need him.
Hmm, I'm really curious to see if my favorite issue
of Tractor magazine is as good as I remember.
I looked at that thing so many times, I memorized
the barcode on the cover.
438826...
-(siren chirps) -(gasps)
Plant and Phantom,
please pull to the side of the road.
Oh, no, the fuzz.
Okay. I'm screwed, but you should try
to blend in with the other plants here.
Come on, let me in. Let me-- oh.
Roy, come on in, darling. Coffee's ready.
Good morning, Roy. How are you today?
Hmm. Interesting.
Didn't you say these were all your new waiters?
Why are they sitting down and eating?
Oh, you know, I had to fire them
because they were all, uh, having sex with each other.
Oh! Look, everyone, out that window.
-There's a... a boat. -Whoa.
Really makes you want to stare at it through that window only.
(squawks)
Wow, Toby really likes boats, huh?
That's not Toby's boat squawk. That's his... (sniffs)
Oh, can't be. Has a wild animal been in here?
No, no.
But Jerry, uh,
had his Bigfoot costume with him, so...
-Yeah, maybe it needs to be dry-cleaned. -Oh, please.
Toby knows the difference between
a costume and a carnivore.
(tires screech)
I'll take those coffees to go.
-Hold onto your feathers, Toby. -(engine starts)
Something's going on with the Tobins, and I'm
gonna find out what it is.
Hate to drive on the highway without your car seat,
-but desperate times call for desperate measures. -(squawks)
Yes, I'll get your juice box, just wait a minute!
All right, the mayor's John Mayer cover band
the John Mayors always plays the Ted's Folly Beerathlon,
so hopefully he's still sleeping it off
and hasn't checked the pen yet.
Uh, guys, we got a problem: Roy is on our tail.
We got to lose him.
I'll go right, you go left.
Okay, let's rendezvous in the parking lot of Ted's Jolly,
the year-round Christmas store.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed hell yeah!
-Toby, who do I follow? -(squawks)
I knew you would say that. You love motorcycles.
I'm sorry they don't make one in your size.
MR. GOLOVKIN: Well, if it isn't
Ham Tobin, here to tell me what kind of gift
I should get my lady friend for our one-year anniversary.
And here it is.
Some dirt in a jar.
I know I said I didn't care about your picture shenanigans,
but now I'm actively angry with you, so I'm going to
tell Principal Gibbons what you're up to.
This isn't just any dirt in a jar.
It happens to be from the very spot
where you and Ms. Anderson first kissed.
-It is? -It is now.
Ah, okay, very clever, Judy.
Are you an actual criminal? Did you kill your brothers?
Just, uh, take the picture, Theodore.
Oh, what about the dead goldfish? What do I do?
Yeah, okay, I'll be back for sibling superlatives,
and we'll talk then.
Ha ha, time for the Bee to bug out.
-(squawks) -Aw, dang it.
Well, I can't just go through a yellow light.
I-I'm not a wild man, Toby.
-Ha ha! -Hey. Are you Beth?
Oh, hi. No.
Were you expecting a woman to drive
a motorcycle into your truck?
-Yeah. Beth. -Well, I'm not her.
I'm not giving you the drugs hidden in these baguettes then.
Okay.
So, how's your day going?
Eh, had better, had worse. You?
Honestly, buddy, I'm having the time of my life.
-Uh-oh. -Weekend at dang-its!
There's a news crew there.
They must already know he's gone.
Damn, I lost Roy and the bird,
but it looks like we're too late.
We should go over and listen in, but I'm afraid
Mayor Ted will recognize us
as Lone Moosers.
Ooh, let's do disguises.
That'll be fun.
Wolf and I keep two pizza costumes in the trunk in case we
get invited to a last- minute Halloween party.
We can get 'em out, stand over to the side,
and pretend we're sign spinners.
If anyone asks, we'll just say our signs are in the shop.
Great idea. And we don't want to leave Teddy unattended.
So, Wolf, you and Jerry stay here.
You got it, Dad.
Hanging with my bro-in-law
and a dead bear? Living the dream.
What are you two doing out here
dressed for a musical on a school day?
Oh, we're actually on our way to do a show for overworked
construction workers at
the new Tramp Scamps building site.
Some of them have never
even seen a Broadway play. Can you imagine? It's so sad.
Oh, okay. Well, you want to throw your bikes
in the trunk and I'll give you a ride?
Oh, and I can lead you in some vocal warmups in the car.
I was in a choral ensemble at Wellesley,
the Hillary Clin-Tones. Two, three, four.
♪ From a distance, the world is ♪
♪ Blue and green. ♪
Don't worry, Toby.
That motorcycle had "Mayor-cycle" written on
the side, and there's only three mayors
in the area that have one of those.
-We'll check them all, town by town. -(squawks)
I agree. We are having a fun little Monday. (chuckles)
Honeybee, I fear these
so-called disguises are wildly attention-getting.
Yeah, but think of how much fun it'll be if we get caught.
Just so you know, I'm gonna rat you out
-and cut a deal immediately. -That's fine.
I'll do your time and mine. I just want Wolf to be happy.
-So, wait, that's Teddy's enclosure? Pretty nice. -Uh-huh.
The mayor is obsessed with that bear.
In light of Teddy's disappearance,
we're considering canceling today's
Bearathlon for the first time in its
hundred-year history.
I just can't bear
the thought of breaking all
the hearts of today's paw-ticipants.
It's too grisly.
And my motorcycle is also missing.
I'm both revved up about it and wheelie, wheelie sad.
Wow, I'm used to quirky Alaskans by now,
but this guy is next-level.
And I will say this:
when the Ted's Folly Teddy goes
missing, our immediate thought is
that it must be someone from...
-Lone Moose. -(gasps) How bear he?
Don't look at us, we're sign spinners.
Mind your biz.
I'm telling you, Jerry, this is the idea that will have
all the sharks in a bidding war: appetizers you wear.
Think about it. A suit made entirely
of buffalo wings?
You just simply walk around a party,
and people pick you clean. You can't lose.
(Teddy growls)
Got your stomach growling, huh, Jer?
Uh, that wasn't my stomach, Wolf.
Um, I believe this bear is, in fact, not deceased.
Oh, God. He's waking up.
Quick, before he does, open your door quietly, and then
come slide the back door open so I can sneak out fast.
-Hold tight, here I come. -Hurry, Jerry! -(Teddy growls)
I hate this bear so much.
(both scream)
Honeybee, your brother doesn't
by chance do a very convincing bear imitation, does he?
Nope. Oh, my God. Ted's not dead!
-Oh, man, he's mad now. -Wolfie?! Jer?!
Oh, thank God you guys are okay.
I am so done with bears. Even Winnie the Pooh.
No, thanks! Put some pants on!
Well, well, well,
some Lone Moosers did steal my bear and my motorcycle.
Someone arrest them! Is anyone here a police officer?
-You! I deputize you. -I'm 12.
Oh, before we head in, why don't you guys,
uh, sing me something from the show?
Oh, yeah, we'd love to, yup.
Yup, so the show opens with, uh, a song called
"Phantom Plant Man."
-♪ Oh, he's a phantom ♪ -♪ He's a plant ♪
-♪ Who's also a ghost ♪ -♪ Who has a plant ♪
♪ And, uh. ♪
Beautiful.
Hey, construction guys, yeah...
Wait, Chief Edna.
-We... we lied. -What?
You're not doing a special show for the construction workers?
I'm shocked.
Now, why don't you two tell me
what's really going on so I don't have to call your dad
-and tell him I caught you skipping school? -Okay.
See, I had this old security item--
Dagmar the coconut-- that I carved a face into.
I used to pretend he was my twin brother. Fraternal, of course.
Anyway, when my dad said I had to get
rid of him, we buried him here.
I'm not sure I'm really ready
to let him go for good, you know?
Well, that's freakin' sweet as hell.
All right, you go dig up your security coconut.
I'll explain it to the construction guys.
Oh, they poured concrete on him.
That's rude. And sad.
I'm so sorry, bud.
Sorry, Gary. Who's Gary?
Well, that magazine wasn't my favorite
because of the tractors.
The model on the cover of
that issue was actually the first guy
I ever saw that I had a crush on.
Sitting on a pile of hay, showing off his brand-new boots.
Oh, he looked in my eyes,
and that's when I knew that I liked dudes.
Really? Why'd you let him go?
You had to part with something you really cared for,
so I thought, as your brother, I should do the same.
Wow. That's nice. You know, I used to wish
I had a sibling I was as close with as you and Judy.
Someone I could win Best Siblings with someday.
Moon, what?! I am that sibling for you.
Just because I'm close with Judy doesn't mean
I can't be close with you.
I'll be your Dagmar. I mean, I refuse
to let myself smell as bad as he did,
but I'll gladly skip a shower or two as needed.
And if you choose a best man for your wedding, I'd love
-to be that guy. -Thanks, Ham. I'll keep you in mind.
Well, it makes me sad that we can't dig up Dagmar and Gary,
but I feel better knowing they're down there together.
And Crispin's a way better boyfriend
than that Tractor model.
Never gets soggy when I kiss him.
Uh, Mr. Mayor, we can explain.
Explain what?
How you planned to sabotage
the Ted's Folly Bearathlon?
You Lone Moose bastards better prepare yourself
fur Bear-mageddon.
Ugh. No.
Here comes Roy.
Roy, if you followed us here
to enforce some obscure town code,
I assure you we're in enough trouble already.
Well, I do have some code questions
but not for the good citizens of my beloved hometown Lone Moose.
-Hello, Mayor Folly. -Roy.
Remind me again where you acquired a permit to keep
your town's mascot in an enclosure.
That's not an enclosure.
That's his room.
This bear is like my son.
The Follys have always lived with bears.
Keeping a bear in confinement may be your family's disgusting
tradition, but it's an Alaskan state statute that
you must possess a permit to keep a bear in an enclosure.
And you, sir, do not have that permit.
Believe me, I read all the permits in the Alaskan
state house during my last spring break trip.
Well, then, I will just deputize someone to write me a permit.
-You there. -Leave me alone.
Mayor Folly, if you could simply focus
on my friends here returning your bear and motorcycle,
and forget everything that came before that,
then I'm sure I could forget that you don't possess
a permit to keep this bear in the first place.
Fine. But I would keep an eye on that lone moose of yours.
We don't actually have a moose mascot.
You know what? Just go.
Roy, sorry we locked you out of Maude's and then made
you chase us around.
We thought you were gonna bust us for something.
Are you kidding? We stick together.
Like the town slogan says,
"We're Lone Moosers, from our heads to our caboosers."
That's not the slogan.
Well, I'm trying to get it approved.
Aw, Roy and Toby are our best friends now.
-I no longer have to be scared of Toby. -(squawks)
-You should still be scared of Toby. -Duly noted.
Okay, time for your Best Siblings
superlative photo.
But no pics without a goldfish fix.
Swimmy Gibbler is dead.
How do I fix this so Ms. Anderson doesn't find out?
You don't. You have to take ownership and say
you're sorry, and then get her a new one.
You can't swap it out behind her back.
You're not some children's party magician.
Have a little respect for yourself.
Oh, I knew you were going to say something like that.
But you're right. Now pose next to your brother's boyfriend
who's dressed as your brother and smile.
I might just leave this pizza costume on forever. It's comfy.
Agreed. It's like a hoodie with cheese.
Well, I certainly didn't expect a day like today
when we pulled into Maude's this morning.
I guess Alaska does keep a few tricks
-up her sleeve after all. -Every time you think you've
got Alaska figured out, she surprises you.
Yeah, like one time I found an entire unopened
box of Milk Duds at the local movie theater!
That's not exactly what I meant.
You didn't let me finish.
Inside the box? Junior Mints!
Yep, still not what we're talking about, Wolf.
Agree to disagree, Dad.
Junior Mints pretending to be Milk Duds.
Only in Alaska.
♪ I was a young bear ♪
♪ Full of rage and livin' hard ♪
♪ Then you caught my eye across the mayor's yard ♪
♪ My mind was missing and my heart was nearly gone ♪
♪ And you climbed up on that motorbike ♪
♪ And said, "Hey, man, hop on" ♪
♪ You can trap me in a cage ♪
♪ But my heart, man, it's so free ♪
♪ The wind in my fur, my best friend right behind me ♪
♪ And there's a girl out there for me ♪
♪ And I know I'll find her ♪
♪ And we'll keep on ridin' free ♪
♪ My best friend right behind her. ♪
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