My big toes are tingling, Harl!
I think today is the day I'm finally goin' to find the...
secret hidden treasure.
You think so, Cluster?
Yesterday, you were sure you'd find it
because your "ear lobes were aching."
Yeah! Ha! I won that song!
In your face!
Still undefeated!
We're just making up songs, Tread,
it's not a competition.
Life's a competition.
If you're not here to win, what's the point?
We've found we get more accomplished
by working in harmony.
Truer words ain't never been spoken.
-Hey. -Oh, sorry, Cluster,
but I really need the generator.
I told Mayor Fleck I'd keep it at City Hall
in case of emergencies.
But I need it to light my underground tunnels.
Boom, a competition for resources!
We're not competing, Tread.
I'm sure Cluster understands
that if the power went out in the city,
this generator could keep the lights on for weeks.
Burn. Point Harl!
And I'm sure Harl'd agree that
iffen I don't get no lights down in my tunnels,
I can't see what I'm lookin' for.
The competition shifts into tenth gear!
Think about the city, Cluster.
I promise, if you let me use the generator and I find my...
You know what,
then I'll buy the city a hundred generators.
Who knows if "you know what" is even here?
Pow! Vague but Pow!
It most certainly is.
Ah, keep the generator.
I'll find "you know what" on my own.
You'll see!
-Cluster!
Nice win, Harl!
Told you everything's a competition.
Gotta go race myself home.
I should've given it to him.
I mean, I can make another generator.
-You say something, Harl? -Nothing.
Just mumbling to myself.
Got it. Not my business.
Fine, drag it out of me, Shirley,
I just got into a fight with Cluster
over this generator.
I know he needs it to find his hidden treasure,
but I promised Mayor Fleck I'd give it to him!
Did you say hidden treasure?
I, um... No.
Sounded like hidden treasure to me.
I said, uh, Midden Fleasure.
You know, the... fashion model?
Here's our newest fashion model, Midden Fleasure,
wearing my latest creation, the Half-Hat.
Ooh...
-Please, no flash photography.
My eyes are sensitive.
Cluster really thinks there's a buried treasure
at the junkyard?
Yeah, it's some famous hidden treasure or something.
The Famous Hidden Treasure? Is in the junkyard?
I heard it contains rust-free hacksaws.
-Wait, no... -I've heard it contains glasses
-that never break.
No, no. I...
I've heard it contains pure friendship
and a golden artichoke that's worth more than friendship.
Don't worry, Harl,
I'll definitely not try to find the treasure before you.
-Bye! -Wait, no!
What have I done?
Hey, Harl, I want to apologize for what happened earlier.
Cluster, I did something terrible.
You done hijacked a rocket to Mars?
What? No.
I was talking to Shirley, and I accidentally told
a whole room of people about your treasure.
You revealed my secret?
Chuckwagon chowder, Harl!
I trusted you!
I'm sorry. I was upset and it just...
slipped out.
-What are you doing? -I got to prepare.
Now, everyone in the world is gonna come lookin
for my treasure.
I knew this day would come.
That's what my toe was trying to tell me.
Let's go, Jowls.
I don't think everyone in the world is coming.
So the famous Hidden Treasure is at the junkyard?
I heard it contains ways to beat Sinclair at everything.
And cheesecake.
I heard it contains rust-free hacksaws.
Let's find out, shall we?
Hacksaw, assemble the team and meet me
at "The Buried Treasure Supply Store."
No. Just me.
Only I get to laugh maniacally.
Harl! I was emptying the recycle bins
behind "The Buried Treasure Supply Store"
and overheard Fendrich say they're coming for the treasure.
-Tonight! -Oh, no!
Cluster was right. This is all my fault.
-What should we do? -We have to stop them.
But we can't do it alone.
Follow me.
Tread, we need your help.
Sorry, Harl, I'm about to race my reflection,
and I can't lose.
Um, Tread, um, Fendrich and his goons
are going to break into the junkyard tonight,
and they don't think anyone can stop them.
A competition?
I can stop them better than anyone!
I'm in!
Prickly pears!
You all scared the cheese off my cracker!
What're you up to?
We're here to help ya.
We're gonna beat Fendrich at his own game.
Fendrich is coming? Oh, boy.
Ya'll sure ya wanna tangle with 'em?
Anything to help a friend.
Oh! Rhubarb, yum!
Ooh, yeah.
Yeah...
Yeah.
Oh, yeah!
Oh, Hacksaw.
Spread out and search the entire junkyard.
I want that hidden treasure...
uh, unhidded-ded...
Find it!
It's go time.
Who would have thought there would be so much junk
in a junkyard?
What's this? A present?
"Pick me up and hold on tight?"
Ha!
Whoa!
This place is huge!
The treasure could be anywhere!
Ooh. That chair looks like the perfect place
to take a nice little nap.
Please place your tray tables
in their upright locked position
and buckle your seat belt.
Aw, I don't have a tray table.
That's okay, you won't need one.
Have a nice flight!
Betty, I found a secret tunnel.
I bet the treasure is down there.
We're gonna be rich!
I heard the Hidden Treasure
is filled with dream catchers and aspirational posters.
I heard it contains rust-free hacksaws.
Delicious!
Great job, team!
Wait. Has anyone seen Fendrich?
Not yet.
But like a flea on a hound, he's got to be found.
Come in! Come in!
Where did everybody go? This is unacceptable!
What do we have here?
I do believe I just found... the treasure.
Well, well, well.
Time to finally find out
what The Famous Hidden Treasure actually is.
Diamonds? An anti-Sinclair spray?
A detergent that removes even the toughest of stains ?
What in the hidden room? Who are you?
I am Midden Fleasure, who are you?
And what are you doing in my lair of solitude?
I'm looking for The Hidden Treasure,
Ms. Midden Fleasure... Oh, Hacksaw.
Looking for what, you mangy interloper?
I don't think I like your tone.
I'll catch him faster!
Who's got who? That's my foot!
Who's holding my hand?
-My half a hat. -Ow, my eyebrows!
I thought you could use the generator, Cluster.
Thanks, Harl.
There is no hidden treasure, Hacksaw,
just Ms. Midden Fleasure.
Hmm, duck face.
Another duck face.
Next time, use your ears.
Now, get out of that truck!
Sorry, Boss.
Stop laying around, Vito. We're leaving.
I wonder if Sinclair has these problems?
We won!
My treasure is safe
thanks to some contrived and confusing word-play.
I'm sorry about revealing your secret today, Cluster.
We all make mistakes,
but you had my back when it mattered most.
Ha! I had both your backs faster!
Still undefeated.
I'm really disappointed we didn't find that treasure.
Oh, but we will.
That Famous Hidden Treasure is buried here somewhere,
and I'm aiming to find it.