[grunts in effort]
-[roars] -[grunts]
[all cheering]
-HOPE: This is so exciting. -GRUG: I know.
I don't love Phil, but I do love
that he made us a new outhouse.
-This fuss is for an outhouse?
I thought it was a teeth giveaway.
HOPE: Ew.
-Guess the hunt's back on, Sandy.
There's gotta be something
sleeping with its mouth open somewhere.
-I hope Phil put in a sink. -With running water.
-Hot and cold. -Ooh! Don't forget about warm.
-Mm. I love warm water.
[blows horn]
[all cheering]
-Oh, yeah!
-[cheering continues] -[Phil clears throat]
-Thank you all for coming.
I know you're all excited to see
the latest and greatest in outhouse technology,
as you should be.
But first, let's explore
the long, breathtaking history of the outhouse.
-It all began-- -GRUG: No!
Outhouse, now!
UGGA: Show us the outhouse!
GRUG: Let me into the outhouse!
Before it's too late.
-Ugh. Fine.
-Bathroom barbarians. -[clears throat]
[vocalizing]
[all gasping and cheering]
* *
Ta-da!
[coughs]
I said, "Ta-da."
Am I saying it wrong?
Am I putting the em-phasis on the wrong syll-able?
[in a high-pitched voice] Ta-da! [singsongy] Ta-da.
-It's not that, Phil. It just looks--
HOPE: Exactly like the old outhouse.
GRUG: Ocupado.
-Ooh!
Maybe the new outhouse
is behindthe old outhouse.
-No! This is the new outhouse.
The exterior may appear unchanged,
but the interior is an unflinching foray
into outhouse opulence.
-But if it looks the same, why did you hide it with a leaf?
-Showmanship!
-Can't argue with smoke and mirrors.
Even when they're a leaf.
So let's take the toilet tour.
-Ow! -What do you think you're doing?
-Uh, moving the vine so we can see the new outhouse?
-Yeah, Phil, let us in already.
I drank a bunch of water while we waited
to get the most out of the experience.
-Absolutely not.
The paint is still drying
and it won't be ready for use
until tomorrow morning.
-Then why are we here?
-No idea. I put that vine up for tomorrow.
You chose to stand in line today.
Hence this impromptu soft opening.
-Phil, I gotta go! Can I please just--
-No! -[Grug grunts]
-Coming in hot, old outhouse!
[groaning]
[Grug grunts]
-Yes! Showmanship.
-* Let's live wild, the world's our own *
* We built this wheel now it's gunna roll *
* You know a spark becomes a fire wherever we go *
* Whoa-ho-ho *
* Stuck together, stuck, stuck together *
* It's an evolution for worse or for better *
* To find some unity *
* For all humanity *
* Because we're stuck together *
* In one big family tree *
-[birds chirping] -[Grug snoring]
* *
-[man screaming] -[gasps] Oh, no.
I'm screaming. I must be in trouble!
[screaming continues]
-Uh, Grug, that's not you screaming.
-Oh, it's not? Whew.
[snoring]
[screaming continues]
-But someone is, which means they're in trouble!
-[gasps] Don't worry.
We'll save you, someone.
[grunts]
-Hope, are you okay? We heard you screaming.
-Oh, it wasn't me. -[grunts in annoyance]
[screams]
-Just realized you're Phil,
and nothing will change that?
I feel ya. Let it out, buddy.
-No, you leaking skull.
I'm screaming about this!
* *
[screams]
-Is that the outhouse?
-What's left of it. The rest is over there.
And there... and there.
[snorts]
-Why was it behind a leaf?
-[crying] Showmanship.
-What happened?
-Isn't it obvious?
-No, that's why I'm asking.
-Someone destroyed the outhouse.
-Well, I can see that.
-Then why did you ask? -[Grug sighs]
-I never even got to know you. [sniffles]
-That seat had a heater for cold mornings.
-Oh, that sounds nice,
but maybe don't put the toilet seat
on your face, honey.
-It was nice.
And so was the foot massager.
-Foot massager?
-Yes. With three speeds.
Low, medium, and aah.
-[sighs] It's so much easier to destroy than it is to create.
-We need to find out who created this mess
so we can destroy them!
Who would intentionally decimate an outhouse
with soothing, self-ringing chimes?
-Self-ringing chimes?
Whoever did this is going down. Flush-style.
-We know who did it. It's obvious.
-Nothing is obvious to me.
-Right. Sorry.
It was the kids.
-[gasps] The children?
-[gasps deeply] -The children!
-Of course. They break everything around here.
[Dawn grunts playfully]
-[grunts] -[glass shatters]
-Sorry.
-[gasps] -Sorry.
-[Grug screams] -Sorry.
-[Phil hums, screams] -[Thunk screams]
THUNK: Sorry.
[Ugga, Grug, Phil and Hope scream]
EEP, DAWN, GUY AND THUNK: Sorry.
-Yes. Any one of them could have done this.
-Or all of them.
-Looks like it's payback time.
-No, because they're our children.
-But this is a teachable moment. -[Grug sighs in disappointment]
-Exactly, Ugga.
We need to expose the guilty party,
or parties,
and exile them into the savage wild.
-Yeah. Not what I said at all.
We need to have an honest talk with them.
-Great idea, Uggs.
We'll squeeze them until they squeal.
-Nope. Not even close.
-Bring the children to the Truth Tree.
It is time for the Truthening.
For justice is at hand.
-Yeah! It's payback time. -[all scream]
-Good. We're all on the same page.
-This is bad. -I'll say.
This rock is way less comfortable than the couch.
-Not the rock, Thunk.
That's the Truth Tree.
Which means this... is the Truthening.
-The what now? -The Truthening.
It's how my parents figure out who to blame
when something goes wrong.
-Dawn, do you know what happened to your mother's hairbrush?
-Yes, I broke it. I'm really sorry.
-Just tell the truth, Dawn!
-Phil, she just said she broke it and apologized.
This is over.
-But I only got to ask one question.
-But why are we here?
-Because someone destroyed the outhouse.
[thunder cracks]
[all gasp]
-And we know it was one,
some, or all of you.
-The outhouse was destroyed?
-And you think one of us did it?
-Yes. Or some or all of you.
-Hey, how'd you guys get up there so fast?
-PHIL: Thunk! -[gavel pounds]
The judges ask the questions at the Truthening.
-Cool hammer thingy. Do I get one?
-No! -Aw!
-Look, I don't know about
this Truthening business.
We just wanna know what happened.
-Because we're the judges,
and this is the Truthening.
So each one of you is going to sit there
and tell us exactly what you did last night.
-Well, I can skip the tree stuff
and just tell you I didn't do it,
because I didn't.
-No! This is the Truthening.
We must ask you questions to extract the truth.
Now, traverse to the Truth Tribunal, Eep.
-[Eep sighs] -Is all this really necessary?
Do we need a Truth Tree?
Could we just have a Truth Chair?
-No! -Ooh or a Truth Pillow?
-No! -Or a Truth Hammock.
-No!
-Or a Truth Rainbow.
-No! -[pounds gavel]
Truth Tree!
-End of discussion. Huh? -[pounds gavel]
-[laughs] This hammer thingy is sweet!
-Give me that. -Aw.
-Okay. So here's what happened last night.
[pounding gavel]
-So here's what happened. -PHIL: Hmm!
-So--
-Not yet.
I have to ask you a question
before you can answer it.
What did you do last night?
-I--[sighs]
Anyway, as I was saying,
we had just left the outhouse unopening.
Well, that was a bathroom bust.
-Yeah, I still don't understand.
If the outhouse wasn't ready,
why were there spotlights and music?
-My dad loves to milk a moment.
Sometimes his birthday lasts until his next birthday.
-[gasps] Guys, check it out.
Mount Volcano is going off!
Who's up for some lava surfing?
-Can't. I was practicing pillow fight moves,
and, uh, long story short, Mom's lamp needs some glue.
-Hmm. Guy boy.
You up to tame the flames?
-Sorry, Eepy-kins, but my feet still hurt from last time.
Think I'm just gonna call it a night.
-Your loss. Thunk?
-You're asking me if I wantto go lava surfing
with youon purpose?
[both laughing hysterically]
-[sighs] That was fun.
Anyway, catch you guys lava.
Good lava swells are pretty rare,
and this one looked epic.
I wasn't gonna let anything stop me from riding it.
[Eep screams]
Not even a Malachi ambush.
I used the only weapon I had, my board.
[grunts in effort]
But Malachi board-blocked me.
So I took off.
Safe, but no surf.
Unless I found a new board.
Spitfire tree wood is perfect for lava surfing
'cause it's born to burn.
It's also perfect for making bonfires
'cause it's born to burn.
And there it was, by a badgerilla bonfire.
Excali-board.
The most beautiful lava surfboard
these eyes have ever seen.
I had to have it.
[grunts]
-[rock thuds] -[growls]
[panting, grunts]
Hmm?
[gasps in fear]
That was my first mistake.
I thought I could outrun the badgerillas
while carrying the board,
no problem.
[grunts, groans]
-That was my second mistake. -[growling]
[pants]
It looked like I was going down,
but it turns out...
[grunts, yells]
...I was going up with Malachi.
Turns out Malachi didn't want to attack me.
He wanted to attack some lava waves.
[gasps, laughs]
[grunts, yells]
Me and Malachi spent the rest of the night riding fire.
And that's why I couldn't have destroyed
the outhouse last night.
-Hang on. You snuck off this farm...
-To go lava surfing.
-...with a crowverine?
-Okay, when you say it like that,
it sounds bad.
-Can I change my answer? -No.
-Dawn, approach the Truth Tree.
-[sighs] Ohh.
-I'd steer clear of lava surfing stories if I were you.
-Okay, honey, what did you do last night?
Just tell the truth and everything will be okay.
Unless you did it. Then you're in a lot of trouble.
-But I didn't. So I'm not.
Because here's what I did last night.
After Dad's unleafing of the new
but looks like the old outhouse--
[Eep laughs]
-Who's up for some lava surfing?
-No, thanks, Eep.
That sounds dangerous and reckless.
And I know my parents wouldn't approve of such risky behavior.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna go fix my mom's lamp.
Because I broke it and I'm taking responsibility
for my actions
because I'm responsible.
So that's what I did.
I fixed Mom's lamp and went to bed.
-The end. -[Hope gasps]
-You fixed my lamp? Thank you, sweetie.
-Okay, fine! You wore me down.
-I didn't fix the lamp. -Ugh.
-I tried, but then something happened.
I needed glue, so I went to Dad's lab cave to get some.
[Dawn grunts]
[gasps]
Ooh, wow. Talk about a pigator pen.
Dad needs to stop being so messy.
[gurgling]
* *
Aha!
I found the glue
and then I found something else.
[gasps] Huh?
Huh.
Hmm?
Hmm. [chuckles]
Whoa! You're alive! [gasps]
I'm Dawn. What's your name?
[hisses]
Nice to meet you, Pssh.
Shy, huh? I understand.
I would be, too, if I were new.
Hey, why don't I show you around?
[gurgling]
Sounds like a yes to me.
I think.
We don't get many visitors on the farm.
Everyone's gonna be so excited to meet you.
Not sure how much you sleep, or if you sleep,
but you can stay in my hut until we figure it out.
And don't worry about food.
My mom is an amazing cook.
Except for her beetballs. If you see those, run.
Or whatever you do to move fast.
You sure are a good listener, Pssh.
* *
[squeals]
I think you're gonna like it here.
[swishes]
-[gurgles] -Pssh?
-Where'd you go? -[creatures snort, squeak]
I spent the rest of the night looking for Pssh,
but I never found him.
I'm sure I'll see him again though, someday.
-So what you're saying is... my lamp is still broken?
-And my lab is in complete and utter disarray?
-Pfft. Pssh is a made-up name. Like Grug.
-So we're all just ignoring the living blob part?
-Dawn, what about the outhouse? -[Phil groans in frustration]
-Oh, didn't have anything to do with that.
-Seriously?
You could have started with that
instead of--[sighs]
Never mind. Guy, you're up.
What did you do last night?
-Instead of telling you what I did last night,
how about I tell you what I didn't do?
Because what I didn't do was destroy the outhouse.
-See? Right to the point.
-Works for me. -HOPE: No!
Answer the question!
-Yes, Guy. There are no shortcuts to the truth.
-Except telling the truth.
-Hey, how did you get my hammer thingy?
[Hope grunts]
-Guy's hiding something!
Which means Guy did it, which means
he has to leave the farm right now!
-Maybe we should let him talk
before we blame him for everything?
-That is Truthening protocol.
-Go on, Guy. Where were you last night?
-I don't wanna say it out loud.
In front of... every one.
-The Truthening isn't about what youwant, Guy.
It's about what we want.
And that's the truth!
-I can't!
-Say it. Say it!
-Grug, too much. -Right. Sorry.
[grunts angrily]
GRUG AND HOPE: Say it.
Say it! Say it!
-Fine!
I was with the punch monkeys.
We were rehearsing my play about when Eep and I met.
It was a surprise for our mooniversary.
-Not anymore.
-Yeah, Guy. Way to blow it.
-Aw! Guy baby!
That's so sweet.
But did you say punch monkeys?
-[sighs] Oh, yeah.
And it was going really well until last night,
during our first dress rehearsal.
And, action.
* *
And cue the fire.
* *
And cue Eep as she encounters Guy for the first time.
* *
[gasps]
[screeches]
Without a burrito.
[screeches, gulps]
Thank you, Eep. Action.
* *
[screeches]
* *
[gasps]
* *
[screeches softly]
[screeches sharply]
[roars]
[gasps]
Yes.
-[both chatter] -No!
Cut!
[grunts]
A high-five? Guys.
This is the moment when each of you
meets the love of your life.
You can't fake that.
You have to live it.
Eep, when you see this strong, dashing stranger, you're afraid.
But that fear becomes a love
that burns brighter than that flame.
Guy, when you see Eep, you go from being lonely
to knowing that you'll never be alone again.
This moment changes both of you forever.
For the better.
This is when you learn
that love is real and within your grasp.
[grunts]
Now... show me.
* *
[chattering]
[screeches]
Better. We'll try again when you wake up.
After that, the punch monkeys and I
rehearsed through the night,
edging ever closer to the kind of truth
that can only be found on the stage.
-Boo!
Sounds bad.
-Ugh. I hate to agree with Grug,
but the whole thing reeks of self-indulgence.
-Didn't ask for any feedback, but thanks.
I think your show sounds interesting.
-Yeah. Bad Interesting. Boo!
-Still not looking for feedback.
-Can we move on from Guy's failed play?
Thunk, it's your turn.
[snoring]
-Thunk! -Thunk, you're up.
-[laughs] Oh, good.
Because have I got a story to tell.
-Thanks for doing all that for me, Guy baby.
So when do I get to see it?
-As soon as I smooth out the dance number.
-Dance number?
THUNK: So, uh--[clears throat]
Do I just start or--
-Wait for the question!
What were you doing last night, Thunk?
-Funny you should ask.
I was catching up on Mirror Window last night.
There wasn't anything good on.
Seen it. Seen it.
Incredible thing I've never seen before.
Seen it. Wait. Wait, what was that?
Oh, it's just rock.
What was that other thing?
-[Thunk gasps] -A gibbon-narwhal?
Impossible. Gibbon-narwhals are extinct.
-Hey, you asked a question. I'm just answering it.
May I continue?
-Pipe down, Phil.
Go ahead, Thunk.
-[clears throat] Where was I?
-Oh, yeah.
Me and that gibbon-narwhal
became fast friends
'cause it turns out we like the same stuff.
We watched Mirror Window, we told spooky ghost stories,
we played games.
And of course, we had snacks.
Forbidden snacks.
And you'll never believe what happened next.
PHIL: You're right.
Because none of that happened!
-Sounds like a dream, honey.
-Yeah, like the time I met that talking pie.
And we rode a flying fork to Pie-ami.
A village made of pies.
Or was that my dream?
-How could it be a dream
if I woke up in my bed this morning
and there was no sign
that I even met that gibbon-narwhal?
Oh! I guess it was a dream.
In that case, I was asleep.
Case closed.
Now, how do I get down from here?
-[yells] -[body thuds]
Never mind.
-The judges will now confer.
-None of them admitted it.
-They're kids. They never admit anything.
-You're right. But there must be justice.
And we all know what that means.
-I don't. But I'm still nodding.
-We've reached a decision.
-Because we're judges, and that's what judges do.
-That, and bang hammer thingys.
[grunts in frustration]
-Since none of you were forthcoming,
we've decided you should all bear the burden
of this outhouse outrage.
-So we're holding all of you responsible.
-But I didn't do anything. -Not you, Grug.
-But we didn't do anything either.
-Yeah, I was hanging out with that gibbon-narwhal, remember?
-Not helping our case, T-Bone.
-You have to believe us. We didn't do it.
-Other girl's right. [yells]
None of them destroyed the outhouse.
I did.
-You did? -[overlapping chatter]
-Silence! Silence! Ugh! Where is my hammer thingy?
-You mean this hammer thingy?
Don't worry, Phil, I got this.
[gasps]
[in slow-motion] No!
-[Grug grunts] -[all scream]
[judges groan]
-I-I like twists,
but does anybody else think
today has too many twists?
-[groans] Gran, why did you do it? Why?
-Because I wanted to watch the world burn!
Uh, just kidding.
I actually did it for the teeth.
This fuss is for an outhouse?
-I thought it was a teeth giveaway. -HOPE: Ew.
GRAN: After Phil's tooth trickery,
Sandy and I headed out on a mouth scout,
but it was a dental desert out there.
Nothing but clapped yaps,
locked jaws, and tight lips.
Until we found a fellow fang filcher
and swiped his prized tooth,
a rare tarantullama fang.
Of course, the tooth game is never that easy.
Hmm.
Hmm?
-[Gran grunts] -[yelps]
The better the tooth,
the harder the fight.
And things can get messy fast.
Especially when you're toothless
and feeling ruthless.
PHIL: Thank you, Gran,
for sharing the true fate
of my cherished fallen outhouse.
-I guess all that's left for us is to figure out
what to do to Gran to hold her responsible.
-Yes. Let there be justice! -[both gasp]
-How about you do nothing to me and I'll return the favor?
-[Phil gasping in fear] -Uh, that seems fair.
-We're sorry we blamed you, kids.
Even though it made a lot of sense.
-Yeah, Honestly, I would have thought the same thing.
-Yeah, we break a lot of stuff.
Like that one mirror that we smashed.
-No, we don't need to hear about what else you broke.
La, la la, la, la, la.
Let's go, everyone.
-Wow, Gran, that was some story.
-Yeah. Especially the twist of
Pie-ami Beach being made of cake.
[chuckles] Wait, did I dream that?
EEP: There's just one detail that doesn't add up.
-Oh, yeah? What's that?
-You admitted to doing it, and you never admit to anything.
[Sandy chuckles]
-You sure, Sandy?
[growls]
Alright, I'll tell you what really happened.
-The twist is-- -Another twist?
Oh, that's officially twist overkill.
-I didn't do it.
-What? Then who did?
-[growls, chuckles] -[all gasp]
-Sandy? But why? -[creature honking]
[grunts]
-[all gasp] -Oh, no, I'm having the dream again.
-That's no dream. That's Steve.
[grunts "hello"]
-Gran, with all due respect,
and there is a lot of respect due,
the miles you've walked,
the trails you blazed,
the years you lived--
So many years.
[grunts angrily]
-[chuckles nervously] -Gran, what's going on here?
-Yeah. I thought gibbon-narwhals were extinct.
GRAN: Almost extinct.
Steve is one of the last--
hmm, whatever he is--left.
That's why I've been hiding him on the farm.
Nobody knew. Not even Sandy.
So when she ran into Steve in the middle of the night,
she did what any normal kid her age would.
She attacked.
And when Sandy did what Sandy does,
the outhouse got in the way.
[grunting]
They enjoyed their fight so much,
they're friends now.
-Wow. So you confessed to protect Sandy?
-And us? -And Steve?
-Gran. That was so... nice of you.
-Yeah. Are you okay?
-I'm fine!
And if you wanna keep your teeth,
you'll keep your yap shut about it.
And Steve.
-[all gulp] -Smart move.
Come on, Steve.
Let's find you a new hidey-hole.
-Wow. That was kind of beautiful.
-It really was.
-I hope no one finds Steve.
-I wish I could find Pssh.
-[slurps] -[all scream]
Found him.
-Seriously, no more twists.
[closing theme playing]