- Snack time!
Ooh!
Hmm, strawberries or blueberries?
- He's about to pick!
- Why choose when I can have both?
- No, you can't do that! - Ah!
- Horrigan, you have to pick one or the other.
- Just like Altoonisburg Al.
- Who is Altoonisburg Al
and what does he have to do with my snack?
- Altoonisburg Al is a possum who comes out
of his tree on Possum Day.
- Ugh, can someone else besides her talk?
All I hear is blah, blah, blah.
- If Al eats strawberries, then we get six more weeks
of summer, but if he chooses blueberries,
then summer is officially over and we go back to school.
- So why don't you want me to choose a bowl?
- It's an experiment.
We want to know which bowl Al's gonna choose
and you're about the same size as a possum.
- Fisher's not gonna like it when he hears you took
me away from his science.
- Which bowl did he pick?
- Sir, you were in on this?
- It's important. See, they plan when school
starts based on this possum.
- The whole town comes out to the festival
to see which bowl Al's gonna choose.
Plus, you can get Al's pawtograph.
I almost have a complete set.
I just need the back right paw. It's the toughest one to get.
- And Possum Day is the one time of year
you can get possum juice.
- And that's a good thing?
- Of course!
I even volunteered to work the booth.
I'm gonna drink my weight in possum juice.
- You know who else loves possum juice?
Altoonisburg Al!
- Ah, I forgot you had a stuffed animal Al.
- I'm not a stuffed animal. I'm a puppet.
Happy Possum Day.
[upbeat music]
- Wow, they're really going all out for Possum Day this year.
- Yup, this looks amazing.
Oh, and by the way, Luke is gonna meet us here.
- Okay, we'll be on our best behavior
and won't make any kissy noises behind your back.
- I make no promises.
- Oh, man, Al's in that tree.
It's so weird to be around celebrities.
I mean, they're just like us, but not really.
- Calm down.
There is no reason to freak out.
Oh, my gosh, possum juice!
- Hey, Lex. - Luke? what a surprise.
- We made plans to meet here.
- Let's not fight on Possum Day.
[making kissy noises]
- I can hear you. - So can I.
- Hey, I told you I can make no promises,
and I held out as long as I could.
- Come on.
- That's where Altoonisburg Al chooses which bowl to eat.
- He better choose strawberries.
Come on, six more weeks of summer.
- No way, I want him to choose blueberries.
- Wait, but that means summer's over and we go back
to school six weeks early.
- Her birthday's at the end of summer
and she never gets to celebrate it at school.
- I just want people to sing happy birthday to me
while I pretend I don't want them to.
I've been practicing.
Oh, you guys.
Stop it.
Everyone's looking.
- Wow, you are really good at that.
That should not be wasted.
- All right, nobody's here yet
so I'm gonna get Al's pawtograph, no problem.
- Yes problem.
- Jaget, what are you doing here?
- I was deputized by the mayor to protect
this possum with my life.
Word on the street is those dirt bags from
Pittstown are gonna try to kidnap Al.
- Ugh, Pittstown.
More like arm-Pittstown, am I right?
- 'Cause they stink.
[upbeat music]
- Are we going to the Possum Day festival or what?
- Yep, as soon as we finish testing out
our new elevating shoes.
We call them Liftiez.
- Liftiez.
- The Z at the end was my idea.
- Okay, but do we have to do this right now?
- Laura House's birthday is next week at Coaster World
and unfortunately, we're still too short for the best rides.
But we'll fix that with Liftiez.
- Liftiez.
- When I press this button, the shoes will extend
and Horrigan will become taller.
Are you ready? - Ready, sir.
Take me to the world of 5'6".
- We'll start slow.
In three, two, one.
[button beeps] - Ah!
[loud thump] - Ugh!
- Horrigan, are you okay?
- I think so, sir.
Sorry for denting the ceiling with my head.
I think I need to lay down.
- Yeah, easy, buddy.
Up.
- Can someone please remove the shoes
that tried to kill me?
- Are you touching my hand? - Sorry.
- If you're sorry, why are you still touching her hand?
[button beeps and bed whirs]
- Whoa, did the bed just eat Horrigan?
- I accidentally hit the button that changes my bed to my desk.
- Your desk is a transformer?
How cool is that?
- I know, right?
- Could you two stop flirting and help me?
- Sorry, Horrigan, we'll get you out.
[button clicks and bed groans]
[button clicking]
Uh, it's not working.
You might be stuck in there a little longer.
- It's okay, sir,
it feels like your house is giving me a hug.
[upbeat music]
- Keep it moving you possum-peeker.
- Stupid Jaget, keeping me from getting my pawtograph.
- Don't worry, you'll get your chance.
- Munchy! - Madam Mayor!
- Oh, you may rise.
- Thanks for volunteering to run our booth.
Have some possum juice on me.
Make sure to save some for Al, he loves the stuff.
- Ah, my first taste of the season.
[juice splashes]
- What is this, liquid garbage?
- I was afraid you'd say that.
The guy who usually makes the possum juice retired.
We tried to recreate the recipe
and this is the best we could come up with.
- Guys, try this.
- No, you just said it tastes like liquid garbage.
- Yeah, there's no way we're gonna try it--
- [spitting loudly]
That is disgusting.
- I vow to find the real recipe for possum juice.
I don't care how long it takes.
- Well, the booth opens in 30 minutes
so figure it out by then.
- Out of my way. Pittstown rules!
I'm taking your stupid possum.
- Stop, pedestrian.
[cheers and applause]
Gotcha, you Pittstown dirtbag.
- Look, Jaget left Al's tree unguarded,
this is my chance to get my fourth pawtograph.
Come on!
- Yeah, this feels like a them thing.
- You've got good instincts, bro.
- Now, come on, help me with the possum juice.
- Hey there, Al, I'm Presley.
I have a puppet of you.
I know that sounds weird, but it's not.
- Hey, just tell him to pick blueberry
so I can have my birthday at school.
- I think we both know I'm not gonna do that.
Obviously, I want him to choose strawberry so summer's longer.
Listen, Al--
Where is Al?
- Look in the tree!
- Uh, he's not in here.
- What?
Oh no. Oh, no-no, he must've escaped.
- So did we just...
- Let the most famous possum in Altoonisburg get away?
- Yes, we did. - Right, and should we...
- Panic because the whole town is going to want to kill us?
Yes, we should.
[screaming]
- ♪ I got you, got me ♪
♪ We got this ♪
♪ I like the odds when we're side by side ♪
♪ I like the sound of that, oh ♪
♪ We're taking off, gonna do this right ♪
♪ I like the sound of that ♪
♪ And when things go up in flames, we're on it ♪
♪ 'Cause I got you, got me, we got this ♪
♪ ♪
[upbeat music]
- Any luck finding the possum?
- First of all, his name is Altoonisburg Al,
have some respect.
And second of all, no.
- What are we gonna do?
Everybody in town is coming to this festival
to see Al and there is no Al.
Shh, here comes Jaget.
- What are you doing by that tree?
- Well, um--well, we saw this tree being
unprotected so we decided to guard it until you got back.
- We have a new appreciation for your job.
We salute you.
- That means a lot. Now beat it.
I gotta check on Al.
- No, you can't!
Because he is napping before his big show.
You don't want a cranky possum, do you?
- I'll answer that, no, you do not.
- I knew that, I knew that before you even said it.
Now if I could repeat my previous point...
Beat it.
- I have an idea.
We can set up a trap
using Al's favorite thing in the world as bait.
- Possum juice!
- Munchy.
- Oh, glad you guys are here, try this.
- Oh, good, you finally figured out the recipe?
[juice splashing]
- Apparently not.
- Why is it chunky?
- That keeps happening, we're not sure why.
- Come on, we need real possum juice, this is an emergency.
- What's going on?
- Altoonisburg Al is missing.
- Altoonisburg Al is missing?
- Missing out on this delicious possum juice.
Right, Munchy?
- I was wrong for having you try this.
[upbeat music]
[stick cracks]
- Yeah, this isn't working.
Horrigan, you're stuck real good.
- Well, can I at least get something to drink?
- We have lemonade.
- Homemade or from a mix?
- You're in a wall, does it matter?
- Ugh, fine.
[slurping lemonade]
- Definitely from a mix.
- I have an idea how to get Horrigan out.
- I have an idea too, I can use my Jag-Jitsu moves
to hit the bed so hard that it pops open.
It always works with vending machines.
I haven't paid for candy in months.
- I'm a scientist, I don't just hit things until they pop open.
We just have a power supply problem.
[wires snap]
If we send a jolt of electricity to the bed,
it will reboot the system and it should open.
- I'm not sure this is a good idea, sir.
- We won't know for sure until we pump 1.21 jigawatts
of electricity in there with you.
[machine buzzing]
- That's a lot of jigawatts!
[electricity zapping]
- Is that supposed to be happening?
- No.
Hit the button.
Sorry, Horrigan, it didn't work.
Are you okay? - Not really.
I'm a little smoky and I have to go to the bathroom.
- Maybe stop drinking the lemonade then.
- Don't tell me what to do!
[lemonade slurping]
[upbeat music]
- Okay, we don't want people to know
that Al is missing, should we really just
leave the trap right in the middle of the festival?
- That's why I camouflaged it.
Okay, didn't have any possum juice to use as bait
so we used the next best thing.
- Bacon.
- Is that gonna work?
- Of course, all creatures love bacon.
Possums, horses, wildebeests, various lizards--
- He gets it.
- Looks like Altoonisburg Al couldn't resist!
- All right, let's get Al back into his tree.
- You're not a possum.
- I know, I'm Ronald and this is my bacon.
- Oh, great, you have the possum juice.
- Ugh, what is that?
It tastes like sweaty milk.
- That's actually an improvement.
- This is so bad.
- Munchy, we need that possum juice
to lure him into our trap.
- Yeah, so far all we've caught is a kid who loves bacon.
- This bacon is mine, back off!
- What are we gonna do?
- There's only one choice.
- Come clean and tell everyone it was your fault Al got away?
- Ew, no!
I'm gonna go home, get my Altoonisburg Al puppet
and use my puppet skills to fool everyone
into thinking it's the real Al.
- That is absolutely crazy,
but I don't have a better idea
and we're running out of time, so let's do it.
- Okay, when I get back, I'm gonna need a distraction
to get into the tree without anyone noticing.
- Oh, this idea is getting worse and worse.
- I know, right?
[upbeat music]
- Attention, Altoonisburgers.
Will there be six more weeks of summer
or will school start on Monday?
Altoonisburg Al is about to let us know.
But first, let me tell you a little story
about how I became mayor.
It was...
- We're running out of time.
Where is Presley and her Altoonisburg Al puppet?
- Okay, just relax.
- Everybody is expecting a possum to come out of that
tree but we let Al escape and we can't find him.
- Okay, maybe don't relax.
- Ka-kaw! - It's Presley.
- And that's when Al appeared in my dream and said,
"You're gonna be mayor of this town."
I thought, me?
I'm just a simple dental hygienist.
- Okay, Presley said she needed a distraction
so she can sneak inside the tree, any ideas?
- Yes, but you're not gonna like it.
- Uh-oh...
- I'm really sorry.
Pittstown rules, Altoonisburg drools.
[gasps]
- It was him!
- Security, have that young man with the fabulous hair removed.
- With pleasure.
- Oh, man, not the hair-- not the hair!
[loud thud]
[applause]
- Sorry, but it's for a good cause.
- Happy to help.
- Well, now that the Pittstown trash has been taken out,
let's get back to it.
If Al chooses strawberries, it's six more weeks of summer.
[cheers and applause]
But if Al chooses blueberries,
school starts on Monday.
- Whoo!
[fanfare]
- Come on out, Al!
- All right, this is your moment, buddy.
No, our moment.
[cheers and applause]
- Boy, that sure is the real Altoonisburg Al!
[cheers and applause]
- Let's see what Al chooses.
- Yes!
[cheers and applause]
- They're loving me out there.
[cheering]
[upbeat music]
[grunting]
- Agh!
- Hurry up, Fisher, Possum Day is starting.
- Go without me, I live in a wall now.
- I don't know what to do, I'm out of ideas.
- We tried science, now it's time to try Jag-Jitsu.
Aki-ya!
[bed creaks and thuds]
- Oh, hello.
- You did it!
Maybe sometimes hitting stuff is the answer.
- Out of my way!
So much lemonade!
[upbeat music]
[cheering]
[booing]
- Man, Al is on fire this year.
I'm glad I let him nap.
- Yeah, but maybe Al is really pushing his luck
and should just pick something already!
- I have to pick.
I love summer but Lex really wants her birthday at school.
Oh, man, blueberries it is.
[groaning]
- There you have it, Altoonisburg Al
chose blueberries.
- Aw, she chose blueberries for me--
and by she, I obviously mean Al.
- Hey, wait a second, he didn't actually eat any.
The blueberries just fell out of his mouth.
- [gasps]
Bacon boy is right.
- Uh...
- Yeah, those blueberries didn't go down his esophagus.
I'd better investigate.
Wait a second!
[gasping]
- This possum is a puppet.
- Who's in the tree?
[shocked murmuring]
- Oh, my gosh,
the curse has been lifted.
I turned from a possum back into a human!
- Uh-uh, that's not how curses work.
You didn't get true love's kiss.
- Explain yourself.
- Uh... - I can explain.
Um, see, what happened is
we knew that somebody was going to try and kidnap Al,
someone from Pittstown.
[booing]
So we put the real Al somewhere safe
and we replaced him with this puppet.
- And here's the man behind the plan, Jaget,
head of possum security.
- Yeah, this was all Jaget's idea.
- He's a hero.
[applause]
- Hero is a strong word,
but in this case, entirely accurate.
I guess I'm so good I planned all this
without even realizing.
Go me.
- So, where's the real Al?
- I'll tell you where.
Right here, inside all of us.
- No, where is he really?
- Uh... - Um...
- He's right here.
[cheers and applause]
- You did it. But how?
- With this, try it.
- Possum juice!
- I told you I'd recreate it
and as soon as I did, Al came running.
- So what was the secret recipe?
- Chocolate milk, ginger ale, and a pinch of bacon.
Sounds gross, tastes great.
Oh, and also, I got your pawtograph.
- This is the best day ever!
- I'd agree, except for the part where
Jaget threw me in a garbage can and rolled me down a hill.
- Once again, really sorry.
- All right, people, it's the moment
we've all been waiting for.
[fanfare]
Go ahead, Al, make your pick.
Al, where are you going?
[confused chatter]
- I don't think he's gonna be eating anything for a while.
Al drank a lot of possum juice, like, a lot.
- So what do we do?
- Yeah, do I get my birthday at school?
- Or do we get six more weeks of summer?
- When elected mayor, I knew there would be tough choices.
This is not one of them.
We're going to split the difference.
I hereby rule three more weeks of summer.
[cheers and applause]
- Hey, you get your birthday at school.
- And you get three more weeks of summer.
- And I get to sing Happy Birthday to you at school.
- No, don't, I'll be so embarrassed.
- And now that I know the recipe,
I can drink possum juice all year long.
But no more today. I drink a lot of possum juice.
Like, a lot.
- And I'm a hero, plus I got the keys to the city.
- Those are the keys to my car--gimme.
- Still a hero.