[opening theme music playing]
♪ Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff, Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff, Kiff, Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff, Kiff, Kiff, Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff, Kiff, Kiff, Kiff, Kiff, Kiff ♪
♪ Kiff ♪
[giggles]
[both laugh]
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They're around here somewhere.
[wind gusting]
[laughter]
[camera shutters click]
Perfection.
[both laughing]
[blows]
[continues laughing]
- [wind gusting harder] - [Beryl] Kids.
We'd better get going!
The storm is getting wild.
Ah! I can't see a thing!
Which way is the road?
Kiff! Oh, my gosh. Kiff, where are you?
Barry! Barry! Over here!
Everyone, hang on. Stay together.
[Roy] Over here!
[door closes]
Nobody panic.
My expensive generator should kick in
in three, two, one...
one and a half...
- [generator hums] - [electricity crackles]
Everybody follow me.
I've prepared for this exact scenario.
Blankets and pillows in there.
Flashlights and headlamps on the shelf.
We'll need those for bathroom breaks.
And we've got enough nuggets and frozen French fries
to last a month.
Nothing to fear, friends and neighbors.
We can hunker down here for as long as we need.
[all cheer]
Eat as much as you like. There's plenty more.
[sighs] Crises really bring people together.
Hear, hear.
[squeeze bottle wheezing]
Hey, Mr. Fox, do you have any more ketchup?
Oh, you gotta be kidding me. We're out of ketchup?
No problem.
I'll just borrow your snowmobile
and run down to the store and get some.
We're only a few blocks from Slim Pickins.
[wind blowing violently]
We're doomed.
[panicked chatter]
Okay, okay. Breathe, people.
I have a plan.
Candle, get me that box of teeny cups left over
from the set of Midnight at the Museum.
[wind blowing]
Hey, that wasn't a full squirt. It just went... [sucks teeth]
...but Reggie's squirt went... [blows raspberry]
Mr. Chatterley, comparing ketchup squirts
will only tear us apart.
[sighs] You're right.
Try and make it last, folks.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I just have to check on the, uh...
The thing, uh, in the other room, uh...
[humming]
I'm just gonna take some of these with me.
Be right back.
[chomping]
It's like flavorless sandpaper.
- I need more ketchup. - We all do, buddy.
We're all in the same ketchup-less boat, Barry.
What if I told you there's more ketchup?
Go on.
I think my Dad has a secret stash of ketchup.
The ketchup is called, "Sir Dingdington's Private Reserve."
It's made with "tomahtoes"
hand-picked by fruit monks.
- What? - I heard him talking about it on the phone once.
It's expensive and very hard to find,
and that's why he doesn't want to share.
So that's where he went with that handful of French fries.
Hoarding ketchup? That's terrible.
He should be sharing.
People are struggling. Just look at them.
[groaning]
[whimpering]
Where's your dad now?
I. Don't. Know.
Well, we are gonna find him.
We can't let this inequity stand when things are so dire. Come on.
Okay, Helen, you need to write an inspirational song to lift everyone's spirits.
No one asked for it, but they need you now.
[door creaks]
- [creature snarling] - [all scream]
♪ Dry fries, nothing to dip ♪
♪ Really wish I had more ketch-ip ♪
[ominous music playing]
[sniffs]
- [stomach growls] - So hungee.
Stay strong, Bar. We'll find him.
Ooh, nice gadget.
- [beeping] - Ugh!
My dad insists I wear this thing for the LocateMyKid app.
It's how he found out I was trading stock tips
down by the wharf after school
instead of going to volleyball practice.
Wait, Reggie, can you reverse-engineer
the LocateMyKid app so we can track Roy's watch instead?
Child's play.
One hour later...
Okay.
Finished.
[beeping]
Wow, you even made a little icon of Roy.
- Impressive. - Thanks. That took most of the hour.
[beeping rapidly]
[laughs]
We won't need this where we're going.
Salud.
[dramatic music playing]
Look!
[app beeping]
[Kiff] What? "Cats-up"?
That's not how you spell-- Unless...
Oh! "Cats up."
He knew we were tracking him. He's toying with us.
Ketchup?
[sinister music playing]
[whispering] This is madness.
[loudly] Madness!
Madness... madness...
[sobbing]
Madness!
[hyperventilating]
You okay, Barry?
[screams]
[grunting]
Stay standing, my tower!
Cats up! Cats up!
Meow, meow! Meow, meow!
Barry, what are you doing?
[snarling]
Barry?
Ketchup?
Big, beautiful bottle of ketchup.
[gasps] Three? It's a herd!
Hi.
[cackles]
I'm gonna squeeze you!
[all scream]
[panting]
Where are you going?
[all gasp]
The fries are just a vehicle for the sauce.
He's lost it. He needs ketchup!
Barry, please. You're seeing things.
[snarling]
Kiff, I think you're right. I've gotta be seeing things,
'cause I just hallucinated Candle's dad
in a giant hot tub of ketchup.
Uh, come again?
[all gasp]
Oh! I thought we weren't allowed to eat in the Jacuzzi.
Right. That's the weird part.
Oh, crud.
Shame on you, Roy.
Holed up in your ivory tower
with more ketchup than you can eat while everyone suffers.
Oh, so now I'm to blame?
You'd all be wandering around in the snow without me.
I earned this ketchup,
and if I want to keep it all for myself...
[slurps]
...that's my prerogative, kid.
It's over, Roy.
We're redistributing this ketchup to the people!
[all] Yeah!
Come and get it.
No, don't do this, Father.
Please! We can negotiate!
No. The time for diplomacy is over.
Get him!
[all scream]
[electricity crackles]
Oh, hey. Power's back.
[electricity crackles]
[rumbling and bubbling]
No, no, no, no, no!
My Dingdington's Private Reserve!
[rumbling]
[all scream]
It's psychosomatic. Seeing the word "ketchup"
makes your brain think you can taste ketchup.
Now, we'll take turns going one at a time and--
[all scream]
[elephant trumpets]
[monkeys shrieking]
So, this is how it ends.
[electricity crackles]
[loud thud]
[elevator dings]
[all] Whoa!
Ketchup.
- [all] Ketchup! - Hey!
Don't eat that.
That's mine.
[crying]
My Dingdington's!
[groans]
We did it, Barry.
We righted the injustice.
We brought "tomahto" ketchup to the people.
It's beautiful, Kiff.
I wrote a song to inspire you. Oh.
Uh, you're still gonna want to hear this.
♪ Dry fries ♪
♪ Nothing to dip ♪
♪ Really wish I had some more ketch-ip ♪