- Whoa!
- Hey!
That's not good.
It's actually, like, totally great.
Too true.
'Cause when the van breaks down, the band gets down.
Oh, wow.
Two, three, four!
No, no. Uh-uh. No. You're causing quite the jam here.
- Jammin's what we do. - No, I mean...
- You gotta get movin'. - After we're finished groovin'?
Do you take requests?
Two, three, four!
Previously on Muppets Mayhem...
- Hi. Can I help you? Hello.
I hope this is the right place.
We're lookin' for our son.
Mama?
Daddy?
We're here to bring you on home, Junior.
Yep.
Well, we always wanted to come to Cavity Con,
but the timin' was never right,
'cause the dental practice was always just boomin'.
- Boom!
Boom! Enjoy. These the best beignets in New Orleans.
- Ha-ha! Boom! Okay. That's...
Well, hello, Floyd Pepper.
Ma'am.
Eat up. Y'all look like a bunch of toothpicks.
Anyway, imagine our surprise when we hear they are givin' us the honor of honors,
The Million Smiles Award, and it's happenin' here at the Cavity Con.
I'm so confused.
It's like an Oscar, except for somethin' important.
The dental achievement of the century.
We're really here to get Junior to stop wastin' his time with this music nonsense,
get him to take over our dental practice like he promised
or break his mother's heart.
- Ain't that right, Gerald? - Yep.
Who wants dental floss? Floss-toss, floss-toss, floss-toss. Ha-ha!
- Show 'em how it's done. All right.
Put the floss between your teeth. Up above and underneath.
- That's a rhyme for happy teeth, right? - Yep.
What is happening?
All right. Off to the hotel. Kisses to y'all.
Ma'am.
Floyd.
Hmph.
Wait, Dr. Teeth is an actual doctor?
Yep, our dear old Doc is a musical hero of hearts and souls.
He's also a fully licensed and accredited doctor of teeth.
So, yeah.
Uh, guys, is he okay?
Oh, for sure not.
He's just having a vivid, stress-induced flashback.
All aboard The Molar Express. Who wants dental floss?
- Right, Gerald? - Yep.
But first, time for floss-toss.
Floss-toss.
- Junior... - Hmm?
...go nab me some more free samples. These kids are lovin' 'em!
All right, Mama.
Say, that's a catchy tune.
Well, thank you. I'm still learnin'.
Yeah, I cannot seem to get my finger around the little string there,
but, say, do you play?
No, no. Hey, but you know what I like to do?
- What's that? - I sneak into the clubs on Bourbon Street.
- Yeah? - And peek through the windows.
- Yeah? - I always get caught. But, hey, it's...
- Yeah, it's free. - Yeah.
Hey, well, you can pop in here anytime to hear the tunes I'm tinkerin' on.
If you want. Like, this one I'm workin' on goes like this.
- Yeah! - Sorry, I couldn't help myself.
No, no, no! Hey, consider it a gift.
You know, because you slobbered it up and all.
- No, no. I can't. - Sure, you can. You're a natural.
And thanks to you, I think I got my bridge.
Let's take it from the top? Come on, now. Two, three, four.
Ha-ha! I love it!
- Junior. What are you doin'?
That mouth toy'll blow the enamel right off your teeth.
- Tell him, Gerald. - Yep.
That's my fault, ma'am. Yeah, he was just holdin' it for me.
Well, you best take it back,
'cause this fine boy is gonna be a doctor one day.
- Yes, ma'am. - Let's go, baby.
Y'all have a nice one.
- Thanks. - Yeah. Hey, don't worry about it.
Future Doctor Man.
See you around.
Whoo!
Flashback.
- Are you okay? - Who's feeling gumbo?
It's crawdaddin' time.
Crawdadding? No. I just got you guys back on track.
And now, we're off again.
See, every decade or so, Teeth's parents roll into town
and get him all spun out about takin' over the family dental practice.
But, like, don't worry.
We just have to wait for him
to cycle through his emotional rejuvenation journey.
What?
Yeah. But eventually, he tells them no,
- and things go back to normal in no time. - Mmm-hmm.
Uh-huh. And how much time is "no time"?
Could be a week, sometimes a month.
One time, it was a majority of the aughts.
Ooh, wow.
That was, like, such a wild time. The naughty aughties.
Fun stuff. But we can't lose our lead singer for a week to a decade.
No. I'm gonna go talk some sense into him.
- Teeth! Hold on. Come back!
Wait. There's a lengthy process!
What you don't know is nothin'. Hold on.
- Nora! - Oh, my God.
Yep. That's her name.
- Nora. - Yeah. We got her back, you and me.
- Nora. - Any reason you keep repeatin' that?
- Nora. - And now, you're whispering it.
- Nora. - Okay.
Boat's read', got my waders. Last call for crawdaddin', y'all.
Wait, you can't just go... And, he's gone.
Oh, like, that just means that phase one of his process
has, like, officially begun.
The good news is,
it always ends with a delicious jumbo gumbo. Mmm.
Bad news is, then comes phase two.
Wait, phase two?
Creative malaise.
- Creative what? - Creative mayonnaise.
Creative what?
- Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
- Why? Huh.
Maybe the next line is Z.
And after the phase of malaise, comes musical self-doubt.
Yeah, who am I kiddin'? I'm no ivory tickler.
I can't even ding the dang triangle.
What?
See? Doesn't sound good.
See?
And after he dings the dang, then comes explosive rebellion.
Enough! I don't need you!
I don't need my parents! And I don't need triangles!
In fact, I rejectify shapes of all kinds. Even the rhombus.
- Then comes explosive regret. Mmm.
- Oh, I am so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
And this is nothin' compared to the next phase,
which is a very abrupt flashback...
Oh, my baby boy is a certified tooth doctor.
Like your late great granddaddy said,
"May your spit cups always overflow with good fortune."
- Ain't that right, Gerald? - Yep.
Aw, thanks for all those wonderful words, Mama.
And that nice one from you, too, Daddy.
Well, it is about to get nicer.
- Great Granddaddy's solid gold floss case? - Indeed.
You go say bye to your dental friends while we go get The Molar Express.
- Come on, Gerald. - Thank you, Mama. Thank you, Daddy.
Move your little tushy, Gerald.
Oh! Hey there! I know you. Future Doctor Man, right?
Or should I say, Present Doctor Man? Remember me from the music shop?
Oh, yeah.
I barely recognize you with the mustache and no glasses.
Yeah, well, I grew 'em out and threw 'em out.
And do I walk into walls sometimes? You bet.
- Now, I just let the music be my guide. - Well, I salute that, Sarge.
Actually, I got dishonorably discharged from West Point
for turning Taps into a jazz odyssey.
And now I'm just followin' my dreams. Kinda like you, huh?
- Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so. - Yeah.
I still can't get the hang of that last string.
You ever thought about playin' the bass guitar?
Mmm. Less strings, less fingers. You are smart, Doc.
Hey, that reminds me. I've been holdin' on to somethin' for you.
- Here you go. - Come on!
I can't believe you have that.
I always wanted to thank you for that bridge you gave me.
You know...
How about takin' it for another spin?
Oh, no, thanks. No, no, I'm no musician. I don't even know how to...
That's it.
Come on, now.
All aboard, Junior.
Are you fraternizing with that music hooligan again?
Well, your father won't allow it. Ain't that right, Gerald?
Yep.
Thanks again, but you best keep that. And good luck with your dream, Sarge.
You, too, Doc. You, too.
Nothin' like a fantabulous little flashback
to get those fingerlings aflyin'.
- Whoo! -"Whoo" is right!
- Does it mean this whole process is done? - No, no.
This is just, like, his phase of manic prosperity.
You know what? I'll take it.
- Look at him go. - Mmm-hmm.
- Moog, please tell me... - Recording every note.
Dude, I could kiss you right now.
Yeah, I'm just doin' my job.
- Nora. - Oh!
Yep.
We all know you dig Nora.
Nora.
Oh, wow. Your hand's on my heart now.
- Nora. - Okay.
Hey, look, I got work to do here, buddy. All right? So maybe no more Nora-ing?
- Okay. - All right.
Nora, Nora, Nora...
It's unbelievable, Hannah.
Dr. Teeth's mom derailed the whole album.
- That lady's done a number on her kid. - Sounds familiar.
Come on.
Look, I may have major issues with Mom, but you can't compare her to Tina Teeth.
All I'm saying is that you've been there.
If anyone can help out Teeth, it's you.
Okay.
My compost-enriched goat cheese mask has finally curdled to my face.
- Hope I didn't miss girl talk. - Nope.
Just an unsolicited therapy session with Hannah.
Ooh, speaking of therapizing,
tomorrow's gonna be, like, a major doozy of a day,
with Dr. Teeth's next phase.
Romantic impulsivity.
- Twinkles. - What do you want?
- You're interrupting hot wing time. - The news I bring trumps all.
- Would you do me the honor
of being my law-riffically wedded wife?
For all eternity.
Stop! Don't answer. His parents are in town.
- What? - Did I not mention that?
Again, with your mother?
Six times, we've been through this meshuggenah process
I'll make sure it never happens again.
Either way, I'm keepin' this.
The only thing I love more than a wing, is a ring.
Look, Teeth. I know things are complicated with your mom, okay? Trust me, I get it.
But at the end of the day,
you have to stand up for your own dreams, okay? Not theirs.
But...
But, how?
By putting an end to this whole process
and finally showing your parents that you already are a doctor.
A doctor of the heart and soul.
Heart and soul, indeed.
Much obliged, Label Lady.
Hey.
What did you do?
Like, why would you tell the Doc to just, like, end the process?
Like, why would you do that?
Uh... 'Cause this insanity has to stop. And you're welcome.
Man, you just don't get it, do you?
- Teeth can't just end the process. - Why not?
'Cause, like, the process always ends with Teeth telling his parents no.
But the only way that happens
- is if he does the whole process. Whole process.
But now, you done prematurely ended said process,
Teeth never says no and embraces the horrible life
- of a financially secure dentist. Secure dentist.
Listen, there's no way Dr. Teeth is gonna be Dr. Teeth,
the dentist one. I'll just figure out a way to bring him back.
I would wait until after the next flashback.
- What flashback? Teeth isn't even here. - It ain't his flashback.
It's mine.
I don't think you've been brushing, Eugene.
Excuse me.
I'd like to make one reservation for the Cajun Pride Swamp Tours.
It pains me to tell you, but their office is next door.
Oh, hey, it's you! It's the good doctor.
Well, I'll be.
- If it ain't Sergeant Pepper.
You just wandered into my family's dental practice.
Oh, is that what this is? Ain't life funny that way.
- Since I'm here, you might as well
take a look under the hood, huh?
All right, well, open wide and say "ah."
Ahhhh.
- Yep. I see the problem. - What's that?
- You ain't got no teeth. - Oh.
You're gonna need a bridge.
Well, you already gave me one of those, remember?
I meant a dental bridge, but yours is much more pretty.
Come on. You still have it?
I shouldn't. But I shall.
- Oh!
That's right.
- Hey! - Come on, man.
What in the blessed bayou is going on in...
- You again? - Ma'am.
What is that busker boy doin' in here?
That's what I keep asking myself, Mama.
The universe keeps bringing us together.
I think it's destiny.
Dentistry is your destiny.
And one day, you will take over
and bring miles of smiles to everyone just like you promised.
- Right, Gerald? - Yep.
Mama's right. I made a promise to take over the family practice.
Hmph.
I just didn't say when.
What you doing there?
Oh, just a little bit of security, you might say. Let's go.
Where we headed?
To our destiny.
Think your parents will miss the bus?
Absolutely.
Man, long flashback.
Yeah, Zoot's still in it.
All right. No more flashing back. We gotta help Teeth with his parents.
We're too late. He's gone.
- He's with his parents at Cavity Con. - And he left this behind.
His gold tooth cap?
He really is gone gone.
No. Everyone go grab your gear. It's time to go make some mayhem.
Let's go.
- Nora. - Oh, God, not again.
Look, this gig is the most important opportunity in my life,
and I'm not gonna blow it by crushing on my boss.
Not that I am.
- Nora! - Okay, fine. Maybe a little.
You don't know her. She only dates, like, super slick dudes like JJ.
You know, and I'm just a struggling... Why am I explaining this?
Just drop it. Okay?
- Hey, you coming, or what? - I'm all yours.
- Don't.
Okay.
Nora.
Please welcome the winners of The Million Smiles Award,
Dr. Tina Teeth and her lifelong dental assistant, Gerald.
Oh, you are too kind.
Would you look at that? The Million Smiles Award.
I gotta tell you,
Gerald and I never dreamed that we would be honored like this.
-Ain't that right, Gerald? - Yep.
Though we may be retiring, the Teeth practice will go on,
thanks to our son returning home to fulfill our greatest dream.
Step on up and say something, Junior.
- Come on. - All right, Mama.
Attention, Cavity Con...
...paging Doctor Gerald Teeth Junior. Hey there, brother.
You know, we've been writing this song since the day we met.
I think it's time to finish it, don't you?
He will do nothing of the sort, busker.
Why you always gotta be nothing but trouble?
Well, you can call it trouble, ma'am. I just call it being what I gotta be.
Yo, Teeth.
It's time to rock, Doc.
Well, all right.
Oh, my heavens.
Don't you do it, Junior! You made me a promise.
This sure beats drillin' for fillin's. Mmm, mmm.
Would you look at that?
The aurora borealis.
So bright, probably shining down on Dallas.
Can you picture that?
- Look at that. - Whoa!
He's keeping the beat with them cans of beets.
I think our duo just became a trio!
Play it, Animal!
- Hold still. Thank you, bus.
Yeah.
Now, that's what I call a roof canal.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Junior, oh, my goodness. Just...
Mama, Mama, you don't have to say anything.
I made you both a promise a long time ago, and I intend to keep it.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
- Gerald? - Daddy?
You listen to me, Junior.
All we ever wanted for you was a bright future.
Bringing smiles to the world.
Looking out here today, it's clear.
You've been bringing millions of smiles to people for a long time.
So, if anyone deserves this here award, it's the one, the only Dr. Teeth.
Ain't that right, honey?
Yep.
- Oh, Mama. Oh, Junior. Mmm.
Thank you, Mama.
And thank you, Floyd Pepper.
Ma'am.
Junior, you were amazing. You're just like your mama.
Two, three, four!
- Yeah. What is that? Is it a C? - Mmm-hmm.
Take it up there. Put it on the board.
The Muppets will know that, too.
Another one done, and it's a beaut.
Wow! Six songs in six days. You guys are on fire.
It wouldn't be possible without you, Labels.
First, you helped us break through our writer's block,
and then you untangled my twisted familial convictions, as they say.
I'm just glad that at the end of the day,
your parents were able to embrace your dream,
you know, instead of theirs.
Thank you.
Okay, I need to get some sleep,
because that band really does know how to rock and roll all night.
And "part of every day." Which are the lyrics, FYI.
Wait, I never noticed that tattoo.
Oh, yeah.
-"One Love," huh? - Mmm-hmm.
Lifelong Bob Marley fan.
You don't say.
No way!
It's crazy, right? What are the chances?
You know, I guess it's kinda like Teeth and Floyd.
Sometimes, music just brings the right two people together.
Yeah. It's destiny.
- I'll, um, see you tomorrow. - Yeah, night.
Nora.
Say "cheese."
- Oh, dear.