- ♪ We're tiny ♪ - ♪ We're toony ♪
♪ We're learning to be looney ♪
♪ And we'll be famous sooney At the college of our dreams ♪
♪ We got our admissions ♪
♪ Important for tuitions ♪
♪ Fulfilling our ambitions With our faculty esteemed ♪
♪ At Acme Looniversity We'll earn our toon degree ♪
♪ The teaching staff's Been getting laughs ♪
♪ Since 1933 ♪
- ♪ We're classmates ♪ - ♪ And roommates ♪
♪ We paid The out-of-state bills ♪
♪ Let's grab the books and go Class is about to start ♪
♪ They're furry They're funny ♪
♪ We're Babs and Buster Bunny ♪
♪ Their comedy is funny ♪
♪ And the friendship's Guaranteed ♪
♪ Hamton is worried And Sweetie's a tough birdie ♪
♪ And if you're lucky Plucky is the perfect... ♪
Frenemy!
♪ So here's where The greatest toons ♪
♪ All got their humble start ♪
♪ There's quite A lot of history ♪
♪ For teaching looney arts ♪
♪ We're tiny, we're toony We can't wait to be looney ♪
♪ Ring the bell Let's all come in ♪
♪ And join the fun ♪
♪ And now class has begun ♪
Okay, everybody, we're about to enter the Lowlands of Mirth.
But don't let that lull you into a false sense of security!
Oh, no! It's the hideout of the mist-shifting, razor-faced toonicorn!
Plucky, are you joining the Warlocks and Friends game?
I can make room for your avatar,
but you'll be starting with less shire points than the rest of the Tarpers.
Role-playing?
The only role-playing I do
is on the stage.
But I'd be happy to sit and judge you.
I can't believe we're finally here.
Everything hinges on this next roll of the die.
A deranged, neutral shape-shifter betrayed us in Doormore,
and we must band together since our companion advantages
were stripped from us.
I have no clue what's happening right now,
but I am loving the group energy.
And you look super cool in chain mail.
Yeah. I mean, not everybody does.
Don't y'all feel powerful,
wearing costumes in a coffee shop?
- I do. - Oh, yeah.
Babs, your turn to roll the die.
"Friar flies ahead." Seven power steps?
How is that even a real sentence?
No!
Grab the game pieces!
Whoa! Hamton, nice move.
It was incredible.
Wish I could watch it again.
And post.
You can, on my Blurkble page.
Social media is going to eat this up.
It's okay. I know where everyone was.
Oh.
Babs was in the mountain hideout,
Buster was in the hay arsenal,
Hamton was here and I was here.
Dean Granny, thanks for coming.
The emergency's been avoided.
I got all the game pieces.
We're good.
Yes. That thing you just said is exactly why I came.
Also, I wanted to give Babs and Buster the good news myself.
Plucky's being transferred to a satellite campus on the South Pole?
I came to tell you about the 79th seasonally bi-annual,
Twinominal Expo-Constravaganza
Acme Loo is hosting this year.
Twin Con is coming to Acme Loo!
I knew you two would be excited.
I really am the best dean.
Wow. Twin Con is the biggest twin convention in the world.
Made by twins, for twins, celebrating twins.
You must be old pros
at this gathering of duplicates.
We've never been.
It always happened too far from Burrowville.
I can't believe it's gonna be right here on campus.
You all are wonderful,
but it's gonna be real exciting to be around toons
who get what it's like... To be a twin!
Where'd Babs and Buster go?
They left.
I can stay and play with you.
We can't play with just two players.
Good.
'Cause this wig was getting so itchy.
No big deal.
Whenever everyone's done with their stuff,
we'll just pick up exactly where we left off.
Did you hear the news?
The library is finally stocking more books about libraries?
No! You've gone viral!
But I'm up to date on all my shots.
No, you've gone viral.
Your Ham Dance is the thing everyone's watching.
Four trillion views!
I bet a million came from Mother.
But what about the rest?
These are your new fans.
They're the rocket fuel
to launch you into the stratosphere known as fame.
I thought when I posted it it would get five, maybe 6,000 views.
But you've tapped into the fickle viewing patterns
of the general public and become a meme!
This is lightning in a bottle.
Lightning is menacing and unpredictable.
You just sit back and be your charming, virtually famous self
and let me handle the rest.
Aw, well, thanks, Plucky.
Wait. What do you mean, "handle the rest"?
What "rest"?
Hmm. Behind every famous toon
is a wheeling, dealing, high-status,
impeccably dressed power player
who gets all the perks but doesn't have to risk anything personally.
For you, Hamton,
that toon is me.
What if I don't want to be famous?
Who doesn't want to be famous?
The adoration of fans,
access to the top crust of society
and, most importantly...
free products!
Uh... I don't know.
Hamton,
who's your favorite toon?
My favorite hugger is Sweetie.
Lil' Beeper makes the best waffles.
- My favorite roller-coaster buddy is-- - Just pick one!
Okay.
It'll be Mother.
And your mom is famous, isn't she?
She is.
So then, I guess it would kind of be neat to be famous,
like your mom.
Yeah, another way for Mother and I to connect.
Yes.
So let's be just like Mom.
Okay!
But could you please not call her "Mom"?
It's just too casual.
I'll call her "Tony Bag O'Donuts" if you want me to, kid.
Whatever it takes to make this work.
So, Loo Bru very busy.
- Yeah? - Dizzy need table.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! I don't think so.
These pieces cannot be disturbed.
Besides, my friends are gonna be right back.
We took a spit oath to never bail
when we make commitments to one another.
And if we're all single when we're 30,
we'll live in a commune where marriage is unimportant.
Table for paying customer.
I am a paying customer.
Okay?
Brain freeze!
Refill, please.
On the double, Tornado.
Hello, fellow twins. I'm Babs.
This is my twin, Buster.
My sister is the organized, super responsible one.
And my brother here is the laidback dreamer of this dynamic duo.
Oof.
This your first Twin Con?
Yeah! What gave it away?
Our shiny new lanyards?
Uh, no.
If you were a hardcore twin,
you would know.
Good luck, newbies.
You'll need it.
Uh?
Hmm.
Bro, do you get the feeling everyone is looking at us?
I sure do, sis.
'Cause they are.
Uh, your West Coast tour kicks off in three days,
The Evolution of the Ham Dance.
It's an exploration of the hog behind the sensation.
Ooh! This is so fun.
I can't wait to see everyone's smiling faces,
and [sputters] give all my fans a big old hug.
Yeah. We'll be charging extra for that.
Okay. We've got a 21-figure book deal.
Oh, no!
Where am I gonna find time to do that?
Don't worry.
I put a ghost writer on it.
Oh, they're here.
Official Hamton sneakers?
Whoo-hoo!
I can't believe toons will be putting their feet in my face.
Aren't endorsements beautiful?
And the fans made it all happen.
And your raw, unbridled talent.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Sure am.
Hamton? Hamton J. Pig?
Of the viral Ham Dance video?
Everyone, it's Hamton!
He's here.
The "Test Your Twin" device?
One, two, three... Boat!
Cool! We just think of the same thing
and then it appears?
We can do that.
We totally know what the other one is thinking.
One, two, three...
- Accountant. - Popcorn.
- Popcorn? - Accountant?
What a monstrosity?
Why have you created me?
If you're gonna come to Twin Con,
understand the rules.
You're not a real twin
unless you read each other's minds.
Act alike, dress alike.
Oh, yeah, sure.
What twin rule book are you reading?
Okay.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Why have you created me?
Clearly not.
If we want to fit in here,
we need to stop being individuals
and start being twins.
Great idea, Buster.
I bet more twins do this than we realize.
Yes, I... Oh, sorry. Ow!
This way. - Sorry.
I can't look at you.
Yeah, I'll miss seeing your face.
But if this is what it takes to be accepted...
Ooh, a twin hammock!
Ow!
- You fall sleep here? - Huh?
The board!
Yes! Okay. It's all in place.
You can't sit here!
That's Babs's seat. She needs it to be the Knight of Rocks.
Buster sits here, Hamton sits here and Plucky sits here,
and judges us with his eyes.
Does H-Bomb need a boba reload?
Don't get up. I'll get you some more.
He touched my hand!
Gosh, everyone was nice to me before,
but now that I'm super famous, everyone is extra nice to me.
Get ready to never hear the word "no"
ever again in your life.
You've got courtside tickets for the New York Ticks game tonight.
Oh, no!
I have a Theme Song Theory report due tomorrow.
I forgot all about it.
You can have mine.
Um, I don't feel right doing that.
Please walk all over me.
I'm your doormat.
- Are you sure? - Yes, I live to serve you!
Gosh, when you put it that way... Okay.
Y'all make my life so easy,
I don't know if I could ever go back to being not famous.
The thought alone makes me want to weep.
Welp, since I don't have any homework to do,
I'm gonna step out for some fresh air.
Thanks, y'all.
Hmm.
Ahem.
Hey, you look familiar.
Oh! Yeah. [chuckles] I know.
But I can't place it.
Oh, I'm kinda...
...famous.
Really? What are you from?
Oh, well, I don't want to brag,
but you know the Ham Dance?
No.
You don't know the Ham Dance?
This?
You don't know this.
Um... Oh, I know. We go to the same dentist.
No! I'm Hamton J. Pig!
Uh, never heard of you.
Can you believe someone doesn't know who I am?
You know who I am, right?
What?
Has the whole world gone cuckoo bananas?
I'm famous! You hear me, everyone?
I'm famous!
Dizzy, what day is it?
Same day.
You know, one time Dizzy play hide and seek.
No one find for months.
Pack of wolves take me in, accept me as their own.
They not as cuddly as Acme family,
but I accept new life in wilderness.
Are you saying I should find a way
to finish the game without my friends?
No.
I just talk about my time with wolves.
Oh.
We don't belong here.
I don't get it.
We're twins and individuals.
- So what? - You're right.
I know how we could get them to accept us as twins.
What are you gonna do?
You'll see.
This is not a sanctioned booth.
What is this?
A see-saw!
- A see-see? - A saw-saw?
A see-saw.
Hop on. Give it a whirl.
Is that fun? Doing the same thing? Going nowhere?
No.
I'm going up while you're going down.
I'm "sawing" while you're "seeing."
- We're doing different things. - And I like it.
Yes! What else have you wanted to do differently?
Grooming!
Whoa! I look so smart.
I've always wanted one of these.
You have?
Why didn't you say anything?
Well, you always wanted to fetch tennis balls.
I hate tennis balls.
The yellow fuzz gets in my teeth.
Uh-oh!
It's okay.
It's just a little tiff between one set of twins.
Ugh! It's time for me to come clean.
I want to start wearing rompers.
Uh, what now?
Don't you think it's weird to have shirts connected to pants?
It's weird they're not connected.
Why would I want to keep track of pants separately?
Oh, next thing you're gonna tell me you don't like key lime pie.
I don't! Limes are not dessert.
They're garnish!
Uh, twins?
Uh-oh!
I think we broke the twins.
Everybody stop!
Stop!
Twin Con is supposed to be where outsiders like us
can feel accepted.
And look at us.
We've put so many rules on ourselves
that we've become exclusionary.
Judging each other for not fitting in.
We should be celebrating our twinness
and letting all of our unique personalities shine.
I can be proud that I love pop
and my brother loves ska.
It's okay that you don't understand trumpet punk.
Here at Twin Con,
we accept everyone for who they are.
Sure, we're twins,
but if you think about it
twins are made up of two individuals.
Ooh, that was good.
As it was coming out of my mouth, I was like,
I think these are gonna be a really fun couple of sentences.
I love being a professional doubles tennis player with you,
but you should go after your dreams of being a painter.
Really? You'd go solo for me?
I'll just play Canadian doubles.
I never knew we were allowed to be different.
I can't hide my secret any longer.
I feel so free in this romper.
I mean, it still seems like a hassle to go to the bathroom,
but I support you, girl.
We can really be ourselves.
But what about the rule book?
No more rules at Twin Con!
Except, I do need everyone to put the recycling in the blue bins, please.
I'd like to say it was fun being famous
while it lasted,
but it was awful.
I was so full of myself, surrounded by yes-men,
and worst of all, I turned into a real meanie.
Yeah.
It was a dream come true.
I'm no stranger to the fickle flame of fame.
We all knew one day your 15 minutes would be up
and some other genius would go viral.
See, it's already happened.
♪ I'm so over-budget ♪
♪ I'm so over-salted ♪
♪ This popcorn accountant Got your audits halted ♪
♪ I know I look like A movie snack ♪
♪ But when those W-2s come in I got your back ♪
♪ Straight from the cob Right to the show ♪
♪ Smackin' your ears With that sick cash flow ♪
Now, that's what I call write-off.
Right off the chain.
I love it.
Why would popcorn be an accountant?
Who cares? I love him.
Your turn, Babs.
Now you, Buster.
No! Buster would never do that!
What?
I couldn't wait any longer.
I had to find subs.
We need to have a serious conversation
about respecting the spit oath.