-[screams, grunts] -[snarling]
[thunder]
PHIL: Isn't lightning amazing, Thunk?
A spontaneous release of heat and light.
And with each storm, I creep closer to understanding it
-and then harnessing its power. -[thunder rumbles]
-I like the part when it gets all sparky!
-Phil! We're out of water.
-Hope, I'm in the middle of important research,
and there's plenty of water thanks to
the Betterman bigger bucket I just installed in the kitchen!
No more constant trips to the well.
Just less frequent trips to lug a far greater load.
That'sprogress.
-You've done it again, Phil. We'd be lost without you.
-Being the farm's chief troubleshooter is a heavy burden,
but one I alone must bear.
For I am the only solution to every problem.
And she is long gone. Okay, what did I miss?
And don't leave out a single detail.
-Hope came in and said she needed more water,
-and then you-- -What happened with the lightning?!
-[thunder] -[branches breaking]
Ah! Our view is blocked!
Well played, lightning.
Your secrets remain your own.
-For now! -Wait. Where are you going?
Aren't you gonna do something about that branch?
-Perhaps when the storm clears. Right now, it's too dangerous.
-Don't worry, window. I'll fix it.
This juice is worth the squeeze.
[thunder]
[grunts, laughs]
* As soon as I fix window *
* I can go back in-do, eat some mangotato skin-dos *
* Something else that rhymes with window... *
[grunts, laughs]
-[thunder] -Yeah!
I don't know what Phil was talking about. This isn't dangerous at all.
-[zapping] -[screaming]
-* 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 *
[quiet groaning, gasps]
[confused muttering]
[echoing]: Hello! Oh! Oh!
Echo! Echo. Echo...
-[laughs, gasps] -FIZZLING VOICE: Oh no, no, no, no!
I can't believe this is happening. Hey, a-a-are you alright?
-Uh, I think so? W-what happened?
LIGHTNING BOLT: I hit you. I hit you, man!
Oh, this is bad! Lightning bolt freaking out over here!
-I was hit by lightning? [giggles]
Nah, I-I'd remember something like that.
LIGHTNING BOLT: Nah, I got you real good! Like, pow! Look!
-[screaming] -THUNK: Whoa...
[laughs] That's awesome!
LIGHTNING BOLT: Awesome? Yeah, it is awesome...
Yeah. S-so, w-we're cool then?
-Can I see that again? -Uh, sure.
Sure, whatever you need, bud. Here, I got you.
-[screaming] -[laughing]
-Bam! Oh, man. Show it again!
-[screaming] -[laughing]
Look at my face!
-You know, you seem... okay. So, uh,
I'm just gonna head out. A-and hey, if you feel weird or sick,
that's just your imagination. You're fine! As far as you know.
-Hey! Where'd you go... go...
* *
[barking, panting]
[barking]
-[sizzling] -[laughing] Oh, hey, Douglas.
I just had a weird dream that I got hit by lightning.
-[barks] -[sniffing] Hey.
Do you smell something... smoky?
[bark]
-Alright. Who's up first?
-[shrieks, grunts] -You got it, Sandy.
-[Sandy cheering] -[laughter]
-Crowverine surfing, huh? [laughs] Nice. -T-Bone?
-What are you doing out here? -EEP: Yeah.
Did you forget where the couch was again?
-Nope. Just taking a walk.
[inhales] Nothing better than some fresh air
-to clear the mind. -[Sandy yelling]
-Mom, I'm going to paint you, not steal your soul.
-Is exactly what a soul thief would say!
-Thunk? -And... finished.
-Thunk, did youpaint that? -Yup.
And those, too. It's a series.
I'm calling it
"Birth, Zenith, Decline, Papaynapple."
A mind that created is a mine that's elated.
-You got Thunk, but you won't get me! [screaming]
-PHIL: [humming] Hm? -[operatic singing]
-[hissing] -[singing continues]
Curious. Who could be intruding on Phil's shower hour
and singing like a melodious nightingwhale?
-Sorry, Phil! Just a long overdue shower
to rinse off the dust and the dirt and the mud.
A clean body, clear mind. Know what I mean?
[operatic singing]
-Thunk... bathing... voluntarily?
What... in... the...
EEP: And he was walking.
By choice. Without anything chasing him.
-Yeah. And he's into painting now. -PHIL: What's more,
he sings with the most beautiful voice these ears have ever heard.
[spitting]
-Thunk can sing? Since when?
What elseis he keeping from us? What's going on?
-Relax, everyone.
-Nothing's going on with Thunk. -HOPE: Right.
Because nothing ever goes on with Thunk.
-Mashed burnips! Yes, please.
[humming]
-[chewing] -See? Nothin' but Thunk.
-And don't worry, I made extra.
I know you'll want seconds. And second seconds.
-Oh, no, I couldn't possibly.
Besides, it's hard to think on a full stomach.
Now, let me help you with the dishes.
-EEP: Think? -Full?
-Help? Ah--
-What in Nameless Chasm is going on?!
-Whoa, I was way off! That's nothing like Thunk!
Thunk! It's me. Blink twice if you're okay.
One...
Oh no, I lost count!
-Maybe it's not Thunk at all.
Maybe it's a camel-meleon posing as Thunk.
Only one way to find out.
You got to the count of three to show your true colors, Shifty!
And I'm skipping one and two!
-It's me, Gran, and I'm fine.
I don't know what it is.
Maybe it's the fresh air or the painting
or the getting struck by lightning
or that refreshing shower, but I feel amazing.
-You were struck by lightning? -You tooka shower?!
-Phil, do something. You're the problem solver around here.
-It's true. If anyone can figure out
this Thunk-nundrum, it's me.
-How about you figure out how to pass me some burnips
before I figure out how to make you cry?
[nervous laugh]
-Ah...
PHIL: Hm.
Hm? Hm...
Pulse, breathing, reflexes. Everything is normal,
relatively speaking. Confounding.
-I'm tellin' you, Phil, I feel like regular old Thunk!
All I wanna do is ponder life's mysteries and invent ways to solve them.
-That's not regular old Thunk! That's regular old me!
Hm...
THUNK: Hm...
PHIL: Hm...
I've got it. The electricity from the lightning
must have bypassed the neural cortex...
-Causing latent synapses to awaken,
expanding my cognitive abilities!
-Precisely. Wait, how do you know those words?
-I don't know. I just do.
-[gasps] Do you know what this means? You're--
-I'm evolved now!
-I was going to say that, but yes!
Quickly. Let's say big words!
-Assiduous! -Mercurial!
BOTH: Conviviality!
-Uncanny.
It's like finding myself encased
in a soft Thunk shell!
At long last, I finally have an evolutionary equal!
-Should we tell the others? -Eventually. But first,
let's give our highly evolved minds a chance to brain-bond.
* *
Rock, leaf, sharp rock, go!
-Rock, rock. Tie! Let's go again.
-[both grunt] -Tie. Again!
-[both grunt] -THUNK: Tie. Again!
Fascinating.
Based on the sediment and degree of fossilization,
I'd say this alli-goater skull
is more than a thousand moons old.
-What an incredible archaeological find.
-GRAN: Skull score! -[Phil groans]
[river roaring]
-[both grunt] -Tie. Again!
-[both grunt] -THUNK: Tie. Again!
-[both grunt] -PHIL: Tie. Again!
[humming]
* *
[creaking, squirting]
[both laugh, sip]
BOTH: Tie! Again! Tie! Again!
Tie! Again! Tie! Again!
* *
-[gasps] Sharp rock beats leaf!
-[gasps] -I win! Yeah!
-[splash] -I lost? I've never lost before!
[echoing, laughing]: I lost!
* *
You know, your new evolved persona
demands a more fitting name. Hm!
-[hissing] -Instead of Thunk,
how about Think? Hm? Hm?
-Feels like it might fly over everyone's heads,
but worth a shot. [gasps]
[whimpers]
-Here's another idea, Think. Run!
-Our brilliance is under attack! -[screaming]
Everyone, I have an important announcement
-about Thunk! -Who?
-Thunk, your grandson. You love him.
-Hm, doesn't ring a bell.
I'm not confirming or denying. No more questions!
-As I was saying,
you asked me to determine what was wrong with Thunk.
And I have. Thunk is no more.
-[gasps] What? What happened to him?
-My boy is gone?! My boy!
-Perhaps I should have worded that differently.
What I meant to say is that the Thunk you knew
no longer exists.
-My boy! My beautiful boy!
[crying] Not because he's dead. No.
Because he's changed.
Everyone, allow me to introduce Think!
-Um, that's Thunk.
-No. That's Think. -Looks like Thunk to me.
-That's because he wasThunk. But now, he's Think.
-I'm confused. Is he Thunk or Think?
-Yes. -What Phil is trying to say
is the lightning strike
caused my mind to evolve so dramatically
that I am no longer the Thunk you once knew.
-But you're still Thunk. Why is Phil calling you Think?
-See? They're not getting it. Maybe we just stick with Thunk.
-That would reduce confusion. -Not for me.
And if your brain's so special, Thunk-not-Thunk,
what's that?
-A table? -Lucky guess. What about this?
-That's a stick. -Okay, okay.
Time for a hard one. What about this,smart guy?
-Still a stick? -Whoa.
I guess it's true. Thunk isinvolved.
- Evolved, Grug.
As in the opposite of whatever you are.
-So, what does this mean?
-It means there are now two superior brains on the farm.
I've always wished for a peer in this sea of dullards.
-No offense, Guy. -Why would I be offended?
-Well, this is good news.
It means you have someone to share your burden around here, Phil.
-Yes, I suppose it does.
So, who's got a problem
that needs the brain bond?
-Uh, right here.
-So, what seems to be the issue?
-Ever since I reset Guy's obstacle course,
-it stopped working. Guy? -[grunts]
-See? When you jump on the vine, a big rock is supposed to swing in.
I already checked the vines for tangles, so that's not the problem.
-Well, I see two problems here.
Design flaw and user error.
-[growls] -Or, or, or...
maybe the pulley is dislodged.
-Stars above, you're right!
Mechanical failure.
Rotary torque and friction unseated
the motion transfer apparatus.
-So, all we need to do
is apply a little tension here...
-And realign the pulley here...
Ha, ha!
* *
-[grunts] Ha, ha! You fixed it!
-Ow! Thanks a bunch.
BOTH: Brain bond!
[Sandy panting]
[grunts, growls]
-You're right, Sandy. This isa problem.
GRAN: No, it's not! Now, quit eyeballing me,
so I can chew my way out of this!
Ugh. Wish I'd brought my chewing teeth.
[gnawing]
[yelling, groaning]
-If we account for vine tautness and elasticity,
as well as the number of knots involved,
it's clear we can untangle this debacle by pulling...
-this vine! -[Gran grunts]
It's not working. Impossible!
-I think I see the problem, Phil.
You forgot to carry the one,
which means we need to pull... this vine.
[yelps, grunts]
-Ha, ha! Yes!
BOTH: Brain buds!
-My teeth did all the heavy lifting!
* *
-Well, the good news is it stillbounces.
-But more sideways-ish than up-and-down-ish.
[grunting]
[screaming] See?
-It appears... we need to replace the pelt.
Sorry, Dawn, but this could take a while.
-Aww, bounce bust.
-Or we could adjust the frame.
-The frame... Of course! You have the tramp, Thunk.
-Hey, Dawn, could you hop up there and bounce a little?
-Happy to.
[grunting]
[yelling]
[Thunk grunting]
[Dawn grunting]
-[Thunk grunting] -[Dawn laughing]
No way! It's fixed!
-Tramp triumph!
-[Dawn yelling] -[Eep laughing]
BOTH: Brain bros!
-Looks like we've solved all the problems for today.
-There is one more problem,
and its solution has eluded me for as long as I can remember.
I've tried everything, but nothing will put an end
-to this infernal squeaking! -[squeaking]
I even invented personal sound suppressors,
but that presented a whole newset of problems!
* *
[squeaking]
-[snarling, roaring] -Phil! Phil! [screaming]
-It's hopeless.
-Not necessarily. Do you still have those sound suppressors?
-Of course. I wear them to bed.
Hope's snoring is the hurricane wind of nocturnal respiration.
-Aw, you were so close, Phil,
but instead of locking the sound out...
* *
-[gasps] We lock the sound in!
The squeak is gone. The squeak is gone!
[celebratory grunting]
I've wanted this
for solong.
So... long!
[gasps]
[screaming, crying]
-I understand, Phil. I understand.
-Nothing like a brisk walk after a long day
-of solving the world's problems. -I concur.
It's been a real honor working alongside you.
-No need for all that. We're equals now.
The boy who used to waste away his days watching window
is but a distant memory.
-Well, to be fair, it wasn't all bad.
-True, but now, you're here with me,
on a "Phil-osophy" walk,
pondering humanity's greatest questions.
Where does the sun go when it sets? Why does it rain?
And the most important question of all.
What is our purpose?
-Huh. I'll have to think about that for a while.
-Don't you mean... -BOTH: Thunk about it?
Brain boom!
[panting]
-There you are! I need your help.
-Looks like humanity's purpose will have to wait, huh, Phil?
-Indeed. So, what's the problem now, Ugga?
-Sandy painted over one of my memory cave paintings,
-and I can't get it off. -Not to worry.
I'm sure Thunk and I can solve that.
-Oh. Uh, actually,
I was hoping Thunk could help.
-And he will, along with me. -Actually, Phil,
this is a tricky problem for the best brain on the farm,
and that's Thunk, not you.
-Oh. -Nothing personal.
-I see.
Though, I'm sure you'll reconsider when--
-Thunk! I need your help.
Someone put a boar-net nest in my hut. They're everywhere.
-Thunk! I need your help blaming someone else
for putting a boar-net nest in Guy's hut.
-Thunk! I need your help. -Get in line.
-Hold on, everyone. One at a time.
-I'm sure Phil and I can-- -Sorry,
but this boar-net situation is a job
for the most evolved mind on the farm.
-No offense, Phil. -[Grug and Ugga grunt]
-I don't understand.
I'mthe problem solver.
-Phil, I have a problem.
-And I have the solution.
Now, what kind of complex botheration needs my attention?
-Your big bucket is empty again. Can you fill it?
[dejected sigh]
* *
-Phil Betterman? Fetching water? Absurd.
They think Thunk's the most highly evolved, eh?
Well, I'll show them.
It's time to feel the brain burn!
[scoffs] And hurry up with that bucket.
[chattering]
[inhales] Hm...
Hm...
Hm! [gasps]
No...
[gasps, grunts] Hm...
[gasps] I've got it! An idea!
And thanks for turning on the lights. [chattering]
-[Gran struggling, Sandy growling] -Okay...
Phil said he had a new genius idea,
-so... where is he? -He'll be here.
He just likes to make an entrance.
[steam hissing]
-Brilliant, innovative, groundbreaking.
-Phil! -That's it. I'm out.
-Humble, dependable, heavy. The bucket.
-Bucket? I'm back in. -Phil! What is going on here?
-After you turned your backs on me,
I realized I needed to do something big,
-something bold-- -GRUG: Get to the bucket!
-Fine. Brace yourselves
for the solution to the farm's biggest problem!
I give you...
-[triumphant music] -...indoor water!
[echoing]: water... water... water...
[music distorts, stops]
Why aren't you clapping? Please clap.
[clapping]
That's it? For indoor water?!
-Sorry, honey. It's just Thunk already solved that problem.
-But, hey, Phil's solution's great, too. Let's give it up for Phil!
[excited giggling]
-What do you mean, "already solved the problem"?
-I don't believe it! -Here, I'll show you.
See?
-So, what, are there tiny buckets in that pipe?
[gasps] Using bamboo to deliver water?
Why didn't I think of that?
-Aw, I-I'm sure you would have. -Uh-uh! No!
Because Thunk's the number one thinky guy around here now.
-Yeah, he's a real chip off the old block. -[hollow knocking]
-How did you do this?! -It was pretty easy.
I just took some old pipes and connected them to the well,
then I built a siphon system to create pressure, and voilà.
The only tricky bit was figuring out how to add hot water.
-There's hotwater?! -Yes?
-[screams] Thunk, you're amazing!
[sniffing] And you even smell nice now.
-Yes. Amazing. Truly amazing.
ALL: Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
-[chanting continues] -[Thunk laughing]
[chanting, laughing distort]
ALL: Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
-Hey, Phil?
Just want to talk to you about the whole indoor water thing.
Y-you seemed a little upset. Huh? Phil?
Are-are you in here?
What?
-[gasps] -[electricity zapping]
Oh no. What have you done, Phil? What have you done?!
[thunder rumbling]
* *
Phil! What are you doing?
-What does it look like I'm doing?!
-It looks like you've built a device to channel lightning
into your neural pathways to increase your cognition.
-Ha! Not even close! -Really?
-Ugh! Fine. That's exactly what I'm doing.
Lightning transformed your primitive mind
into a superior, evolved intellect.
Imagine what it will do to my already formidable brain!
-Melt it? -Under normal circumstances, perhaps,
but the Betterman Lightning Lid reduces the risk!
-But there's still a risk!
-Your intellectual evolution has made me obsolete.
But, if my mind once again surpasses yours,
I'll be needed again.
So, yes, Thunk.
Getting intentionally struck by lightning is risky,
but if it means I'll get my old life back,
the juice is worth the squeeze.
-[thunder] -I understand.
-You do. Ah, what am I saying?
Of course, you understand! You understand everythingnow.
-I've treasured our meeting of the minds, Phil.
I won't stand in your way.
-Thank you. Thunk. You're a good friend.
Wait. Why did you give up so easily?
You're up to something. What are you up to?
-Shrewd as always, Phil. I amup to something!
I checked your calculations. You forgot to carry the one.
-Ah! I keep doing that!
-The lightning's not going to strike there.
-It's going to strike here. -[thunder]
-But that means...
- I'mgoing to be struck by lightning and become old Thunk.
I've done the math, and it can't fail.
And it's the only way for life to go back to the way it was.
-But you're going to get hurt!
-Maybe, but if it means you'll be happy again,
it's worth it.
-You'd... do that for me?
You may be the best friend I've ever had.
Which is why I can't let you do this!
[struggling, straining]
[grunting, struggling]
-Aah! -[thunder rumbling, wind blowing]
[groaning]
[straining]: Oh, design note...
Lightning Lid too heavy!
Thunk! [groans]
[grunting]
-Get out of there! -[both scream]
[thunder]
-[panting] Why, Phil? Why did you stop me?
-Your evolved mind is a gift, Thunk.
I can't let you sacrifice it for me.
Your friendship is too rare.
I suppose being the second most evolved person
-isn't sobad. -Thanks, Phil.
By the way, I figured out what our purpose is.
-You did? What is it?! What is our purpose?!
-Our purpose is...
-[zap] -[shrieks]
-LIGHTNING BOLT: Oh, come on! -Oh, hey!
-You hit me again! -LIGHTNING BOLT: What? N-no, I didn't!
Wasn't me, man! Could've been any of these bolts! I mean,
we're in the Lightning Desert... I gotta go.
-Thunk! Thunk! Are you alright?
-[sizzling] -H-hey, Phil.
-Ha! You're okay! Thank the stars.
-Now, what were you saying? -About what?
-Our purpose! You said you knew what our purpose was.
-Uh... three?
-[gasps] No!
Oh... Welcome back, Thunk.
-Welcome back? Did I go somewhere?
* *
[groaning]
-[humming happily] -Thunk!
Thank goodness you're here. Can you fix this?
-Me? Uh, sure.
Hm...
-[grunts] You're welcome. -[clang, spraying]
[chomp]
* *
-Phil!
* *