Hey, kids, are you bored?
Does the world no longer hold joy?
Has every day become a repetitive grind?
Are you just, like, over it?
Then you need help in the form of Lil' Honk Honks!
♪ Lil' Honk Honks! ♪
♪ Build cars With your friends ♪
♪ Lil' Honk Honks! ♪
♪ Faster than a jet plane ♪
♪ Lil' Honk Honks! ♪
♪ Jumping into space ♪
♪ Lil' Honk Honks! ♪
♪ Cars can cure your sickness ♪
♪ Lil' Honk Honks! ♪
♪ They'll marry your mom ♪
Add four wheels to anything to make it a car
and the special Lil' Honk Honks glue will hold it together.
The only thing holding me together is Lil' Honk Honks.
Lil' Honk Honks!
Lil' Honk Honks, another fine product from Biscuit Co.,
makers of Dr. Grandma's Itch Cream and Ham Pillows.
So this was your dad's old toy?
Yeah, he said I should come out and play with it
instead of throwing rotten tomatoes at my sister.
Okay, let's try building something.
Look, my dream car,
Pizza Wheel!
But I added these sick rocket boosters to the back.
I combined my two favorite things in the world for my Honk Honk.
My daddy and unicorn.
I love you, sweetie.
Mine is an ambulance,
because it's the car I know best.
And as an extra measure, bubble wrap and airbags.
Check out this new trick I made up.
I call it the Pizza Wheel Pepperoni Pulverizer Punisher!
Or PWPPP for short.
Can you believe Shazzan tried to give me a senior discount at the movie theater?
I don't look that old, do I?
You don't look a day over 18, Yogi.
That's dang right.
And you don't look a day over three years old, Boo Boo.
Yogi, that is not the compliment you think it is.
Boo Boo! Are those...
They are!
These are Lil' Honk Honks.
Y'all played with these too?
Yeah, when I was a little snot-nosed cub, just like you.
All right, man, that's rude.
In fact, Boo Boo?
Got it right here, Yogi.
Fits right inside the space from that kidney I gave you.
Here's the baby I made.
The Picanic Honka Honk.
I made one, too. It's a--
Y'all wanna see my Honk Honk?
It's a kissing machine.
Well, my Honk Honk's in mint condition.
I sealed it inside an acrylic collector's box.
It's fun.
- Well, let me get this baby on the track. - Hey!
Me too!
Hey, get your butt out of my face.
Hey, yo, Yogi. We were playing first, man.
Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. In a minute, in a minute.
Now, look. Check out this old-school move I had.
I call it the Picanic Basket Pepperoni Pulverizer Punisher!
I guess we could go play with, like, video games or something.
Why is life pain?
Nah, this ain't right.
Hey, Yogi. Come on, man.
Let us have a turn.
Aw, Shag.
I was just about to do another trick.
Y'all adults are hogging the racetrack.
We were playing here first.
Well, technically, we were playing with them first
since we were born before you kids.
As far as I know, that'll hold up in a court of law.
I'll tell you what.
We'll have one big race.
One team will be the kids,
me, Augie, Yakky and Boo Boo,
against the other team of adults.
I'm not a kid. I'm a full-grown man.
Whoever wins gets to play with the Lil' Honk Honks,
and whoever loses gets banished from Jellystone forever.
Or just doesn't get to play with the toys?
Yeah, okay, man. Whatever.
Well, that'll definitely hold up in a court of law.
Hm, a big Lil' Honk Honks race, you say?
That sounds fun. Let's do it.
All right, old man. You're on.
Why does everyone keep calling me old?
You heard it here first, folks.
The Lil' Honk Honk Grand Prix is on!
And here's Mildew to show off the insane track.
It's everywhere. The track is everywhere.
Oh!
That's right, Mildew.
The Lil' Honk Honks track in Jellystone
seems to be everywhere.
It's on the streets.
I can't wait to race my porcelain Honk Honk.
No, my childhood.
In your personal space.
Ahh! Get out of here.
And in all the stores even.
And all over you.
The race will have loop-the-loops.
Bumpy terrain.
And inclines up massive peaks.
More like cheeks.
And we finish it all at the Mud Bug Cafe,
over Pa Rugg's famous mud bug stew.
Any thoughts, Shag?
Yeah, like, this race is for all the kids out there
who have been stepped on by adults.
I've been stepped on by adults and kids and babies,
animals, inanimate objects.
Yeah! Tell 'em, Yakky.
Those Lil' Honk Honks are gonna be ours.
Mic drop.
Very fascinating.
Technically, Snaggle, I'm not an adult.
Cindy has described me as a man-child,
and that's an official diagnosis by a doctor.
No, it's not, Yogi.
All right. Are you all ready
to be shrunk down to one inch to drive your cars?
Ooh, we don't need to do that. We have remotes that--
Too late, it's happening. Zap.
Hey! Girl, you're crazy.
But this is pretty cool.
Zap, zap, zap, zap!
Kinda smells like, uh, feet down here.
This is pretty neat and all
but, uh, I'd never wanna stay this small forever.
That would be the worst.
It's me again.
Snag, your eye in the sky,
as the racers line up, but now, tiny.
Wait. Don't we need driver's licenses?
Oh, we got rid of that law years ago.
No one in town has them.
Unga bunga. This thing run on fossil fuels!
It's a living.
Okay, I just gotta get a--
Oh! Oh, my back!
I added three human hearts to mine.
Help me.
Mine is practical.
Make way for the winner.
Yeah, he's right here, y'all.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
And it looks like Flirtacia's here
to drop the flag and start the race!
Oh, no.
Looks like the ants have come back.
They're taking her away.
And they're off!
Come on, Car-chan.
Show them what you're made of.
I'm gonna lap you, Peter!
Oh, no.
It looks like we have some stragglers at the starting line.
Huh?
Why am I alive?
Here they come up on their first loop-the-loop.
No!
The competition sure is fierce!
Whoa!
Hey, come on. Let me get by.
I love you, sweetie.
Oh, I love you, too.
Oh, I wish I loved something that much.
Well, actually, I have Lady Sockington.
I regret the divorce, Mildew.
Mm.
Oh, Cavey, I'm gonna rear-end you.
Unga bunga, Sunday drivers.
Oh, whoa!
Whoa, that's amazing.
Let's get a closer look.
Oops.
Now they're coming up to the massive peaks.
I don't know what's worse even,
the smell of Grape Ape or the smell of defeat.
Looks like it's down to Shag and Yogi.
Face it, Shag.
Old school's gonna win.
Oh, yeah? Have some pizza grease.
Ah. Whoa.
It's lethal but smells good.
And tastes good, too. Yay.
Dang it.
Looks like adults are gonna win.
Man, get some moisturizer, you grimy old fool.
How dare you!
What the heck was that?
Did I mention Lady Sockington's a great baker?
- Mildew! - Oops.
Oh, no. A tragedy.
Both cars have been destroyed.
Is this the end of the race?
Man.
I guess that's it.
You had some pretty cool moves, Yogi.
But in the end, we both lost to a big cookie.
You wouldn't believe how many times I've lost to a big cookie.
But, you know, desserts aside, you had some nice moves, too.
Yeah, it was real fun.
I guess we'll wait for the ants to get us.
I'll sing in the meantime.
♪ Lil' Honk Honks! Build cars with friends ♪
♪ Lil' Honk Honks! They'll marry your mom ♪
Wait, Yogi, that's it.
What? Marry your mom?
Okay. But your dad won't be happy about it.
No, dingus.
Build cars with your friends.
If we wanna stay in this race,
we gotta build a Honk Honk together.
Okey dokey.
It'll be our first father-son activity.
Eh, close enough.
Get ready, world and moms of Jellystone,
here comes the...
...Pizza-nic Basket!
♪ Lil' Honk Honks ♪
Whoo! Yeah. Whoo! Let's go.
♪ Lil' Honk Honks ♪
People are trying to sleep here.
That dang mud bug destroyed the track.
How are we gonna get to the finish line now?
Well, I know two radical dudes who can do some sick tricks.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
I think I am.
It's time for...
...the Picanic Pizza Wheel Pepperoni Pulverizer Punisher!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo!
I'm boiling mad!
All right!
- Yeah, we won! - Whoo!
Oh, uh, no. You two didn't win.
Boo Boo crossed the finish line, like, five minutes ago.
In your face, Yogi.
Kids win. The Honk Honks are ours!
I told you I'm not a kid.
Ah, never mind.
It's just nice to be part of a group.
I love you, little Honk Honks.