Danger & Eggs (2015-2017): Season 1, Episode 5 - Finding Cheryl/The Trio - full transcript
FINDING CHERYL- Phillip and D.D. want to jam at the bandshell. But first they must navigate an office building and find the elusive Cheryl to get permission. THE TRIO Milo, the third member of D.D. and Phillip's Bawk Bawk Trio, is moving away. D.D. and Phillip try to convince them to stay as they work through the seven stages of grief.
-[clucks] -♪ A kid, an egg,
a park, they do stuff ♪
MAN: But there's...
there's more to it than that.
♪ It's kind of hard to explain
-Sort of like a... just...
-Aah! Butterflies.
-Kind of, sort of, just,
you know. -Huh?
♪ It's kind of hard to explain
♪ Ah... it's called
"Danger & Eggs."♪
And then I go...
[imitating guitar riff]
And then I'm all...
[imitating bass riff]
Uh, then what do I do
after that?
Hmm. Well, we'll figure it out
when we start jamming
on this big, noisy boy.
[Phillip imitating guitar
and horn riffs]
That's music for
"To the band shell."
Huh. This is
completely unexpected
and delicious-looking.
WOMAN: Hello.
Those amuse-bouches are
only for guests of
Sage Pancake Montgomery's
second birthday.
Well, happy birthday
to your kid.
Sage, remember forever
how easily others make
incorrect assumptions.
I'm not her mother.
I'm her nanny-slash-life coach.
Well, Life Coach Nanny,
Phillip and I are here
to jam-slash-play music.
[chuckles]
"Jam" and "play music"
mean the same thing,
and she's never been taught
to use the slash correctly.
You don't have permission
to be here.
The Montgomerys have reserved
the band shell
for the next three hours.
What?!
I need permission
to use the band shell?
How's that a thing?
We've been playing here
whenever we wanted
since the beginning of time!
Life Coach Nanny,
D.D., Sage Pancake,
I believe this is an opportunity
for compromise.
Can't we share it?
Share?
Lock this in your little mind:
we love sharing, but...
we took the time
to reserve it with Cheryl
at the Parks and Paperwork
Department,
and you did not.
You should never
have to compromise
when you've gone through Cheryl.
So is that a no?
It's a no-slash-no!
The band shell is reserved
for Sage Pancake only!
Phillip, what's going on?
We've never had to ask
for permission
to do anything before.
Gasp!
Maybe we were supposed
to ask for permission
to do stuff, but never did!
As a self-trained self-help
self-awareness expert,
you might be right.
Our path forward is clear.
We shall find this Cheryl.
If asking for permission
is what we need to do
to make Fun Time
Music Jam happen,
oh, we'll ask.
Hike up your knee pads,
Phillip.
This is uncharted territory.
-[pigeon cooing]
-Behold,
the Parks and Paperwork
Department.
Long-time fan.
[whispers]:
First-time visitor.
ROBOT DOOR: You may now
enter the door. Alone.
Check out the zombie walk.
Hmm. "People must wait
"until a clearance invitation
is issued
from robot lady voice."
ROBOT DOOR: You may now
enter the door. Alone.
Now we need permission
to enter a door?
ROBOT DOOR: You may now
enter the door. Alone.
I hear you!
And I'm gonna enter. One sec.
But because I want to, Door.
-ROBOT DOOR: You may now...
-She said alone.
D.D., one at a time.
It's always best to listen
to the robots.
-[Phillip grunts]
-Oh, hey, Cheryl.
We want to reserve
the band shell.
Oh, I'm not Cheryl.
Go to level two.
[metal detector beeps]
[grunting]
[metal detector beeps]
[elevator bell dings]
[elevator music playing]
[scanner beeps]
[elevator bell dings]
[gasps]
An employee badge-protected
elevator.
Impressive.
Assuring random people can't
just come and go as they please.
Yeah, but this way, you can't
just come and go as you please.
[elevator bell dings]
[phones beeping]
Excuse me.
Is this the Cheryl line?
We came to reserve
the band shell.
Bathroom line.
Okay, each window
is clearly marked.
If we can make our way
to the front,
-I think that...
-Yo, Cheryl!
Where are you?!
D.D. [echoing]:
Cheryl!
I think
you're looking for Cheryl.
Floor 18. [laughs]
But security told us here,
second floor.
[chuckles] They send everyone
up here as a joke.
It's hilarious.
Like how I tell everybody
that this is the bathroom line.
There's no bathrooms
on this floor. Ha!
Aw, what?!
Come on, Phillip.
To the 18th floor!
[laughs]
Ugh. Swipey badge-protected.
Heightened security?
Something I thought I'd love
is being used against us.
Well, looks like that's it.
Uh, no.
There are two things
Dangers never do:
peel apples and give up.
We came to find the Cheryl.
We're not leaving
till we find the Cheryl.
Okay, Phillip, let's ask
our "coworkers" for help.
Oh, boy, coworkers.
I've always wanted those.
[chuckles]:
Hey.
Hey, great to see you again.
How was your weekend?
So, look, I've misplaced
my, uh, card scan thingy.
So why don't you, uh,
get me up on the old 18th floor?
[groans]
Office zombies. [sniffs]
Why did I spend the last hour
rewriting Ordinance 5-5
when Ordinance 78 is due first?
Hello. I'm here to help.
A more efficient way
to prioritize
would be to number
the ordinances by due dates.
That way, you know
which one to tackle first.
Phillip, these people are weird.
I can't get any of them
to do anything except work.
Bathroom. Bathroom.
[gasps] Look, that door
didn't need a security badge.
Open access,
no permission needed.
Come on!
[panting]
Upward. Yes. Here we go.
Yes, we did it!
We're coming for you, Cheryl!
[grunts, groans]
Badge-blocked.
[gasps] Oh, no.
We're locked in a stairwell.
D.D., we are locked
in a stairwell.
MAN: All right, well,
I guess it's time to walk.
-Here we go. -So, okay,
so we're not gonna have lunch...
This must be a part of the daily
"Parks and Paperwork
stair march."
According to the guidebook,
it promotes
wellness and exercise.
[gasps]
Stair marchers.
CHILD [voice-over]:
Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy.
[moaning eerily]
Phillip, we need to get
to that door before it closes!
Let's go.
Avoid looking in their eyes,
or you'll turn into...
a marcher.
[inhales sharply]
[panting]
[grunting] We're almost there!
Come on!
[grunts]
[laughs]
Tell the bathroom
I did everything I could!
Top floor.
We've gone too high.
And there's supposed to be
a glass ceiling.
A system of pneumatic tubes.
Used for transporting packages,
documents, paychecks...
D.D.s and Phillips.
PHILLIP:
This is terrifying!
But I still appreciate
the travel efficiency.
D.D.:
18th floor! We made it!
Let's find Cheryl.
Hey, you!
Phillip, run!
[panting]
Oh, aah!
Phillip down!
Remember me, D.D.
Let's go. You're coming with me.
Ugh, all I wanted
was to jam at the band shell,
and now my best friend's been
kidnapped by office zombies.
D.D. Danger is done
asking for permission.
I must infiltrate.
[whispers]:
What are we doing here?
What are we doing here?
Excellent question, Ravi.
Here's a sticker.
We are here to keep
the park running with...
...efficiency.
Say it with me.
Efficiency.
[applause]
[panting]
Wait, what?
"Crab Grass"?
Good day to you.
[phone rings]
I said good day.
Congratulations, buddy.
Laying on the floor in a box
to a corner office
in one afternoon... impressive.
Mm-hmm. Efficiency.
Efficiency.
Hang in there, Phillip.
Office birthday celebration.
On my list of top five
morale boosters.
Between jeans' day and new pens.
[whispering]:
Gasp.
Psst, Phillip.
Don't make any sudden moves.
We can't disturb the zombies.
D.D., there you are.
We're about to wish a coworker
"happy birthday."
Coworker?
Phillip, what are you
talking about?
Gasp.
You've been badged. [grunts]
We have to get you
out of here now!
[strained]: But I haven't
put in my full 25 years.
You're...
office zombie.
I like it here.
I'm the Official
Public Safety Monitor.
Not self-trained,
not self-appointed,
not interim.
Official.
Nothing could make me leave!
EMPLOYEES:
Happy Birthday, Cheryl!
You're Cheryl?
Mm-hmm.
PHILLIP and D.D.:
Can we reserve the band shell?
[playing
"Happy Birthday to You"]
Please.
And a-one, and a-two, and a...
[musical instrument squeaks]
Oh, sorry.
I-I didn't realize
the band shell was reserved.
Yeah, we signed up
and it's all ours.
Um, [chuckles]
but you can play here, too;
we'll share it.
You want to jam with us?
[imitates horn riff]
That's music for "Yes, I do."
♪
Bathroom?
Where... is it?
♪
What if I start out with a...
♪ Bing-bang-ting, a-ting.
Oh, extra ting?
Then I should follow up
with a... [imitates guitar]
And I'll bring it home with a...
[imitates horn]
-[muffled shout]
-D.D.: Yeah.
And together, we'll be all...
[imitates instruments]
[all imitating instruments]
-Yeah!
-Whoo!
Wow, if we sound this good
with just our faces,
imagine how good we'll sound
playing the truba.
The ChickenPaw Music Festival
won't know what hit it.
[quietly]:
No hitting.
I'm going to miss this.
I mean, the music festival,
when it ends.
It's just beginning. Look.
[crowd cheering]
♪ You're coming right at me,
I'm coming right at you ♪
♪ We're playing chicken, yeah,
chicken, yeah ♪
♪ Better get out of my way
[clucks]
♪ 'Cause I am stupid,
not brave. ♪
Thank you, thank you!
I love you all!
Good night!
[chanting]:
Encore, encore!
♪ I like eating macaroni
♪ It's my 36th favorite food
♪ 35 is cottage cheese
♪ 34 is oatmeal, wait, no
♪ It's actually, yes, oatmeal
♪ I was right
the first time... ♪
I cannot wait to find out
what number one is.
No time.
We have to find our stage.
-♪ Discount auto parts
-[Crackers grunting]
♪ Hello, Operator
[Crackers grunting]
♪ Discount auto parts...
[Crackers grunting]
I see stage "M."
ALL: You look out for we
and we look out for us.
[all whoop]
And now, assemble truba!
We're the Bock-Bock-Bock Trio.
And this is our song,
"Buddy System."
-Yeah!
-PHILLIP: Two, three, four.
[upbeat music playing]
Hmm?
[gasps] Eh?
GIRL:
Oh, awesome.
[excited chatter]
[cheering]
Yeah!
[music ends, crowd cheering]
It was like we combined
instruments and brains.
We got to do that again.
We can play birthday parties,
weddings, Australia.
Hospitals, the moon,
or next weekend's
5:00 p.m. difficult conversation
with Kate.
Oh, that's coming up fast.
Um, next weekend's
not going to work for me.
No problem.
Two weekends after that?
3:00 p.m. musical jogging
with Rhonda.
That won't work, either.
So give us a weekend
that does work.
None.
I have to quit the band.
-The success, it's already
tearing us apart. -What?! Why?
No, it's...
I don't live here.
Course you do.
You live in that blue house
with all those cupcakes
stuffed under the porch.
D.D., shh!
Wait, we have no secrets
among best friends.
Milo, there's something we have
to tell you about your porch.
It's my aunt's porch.
My brother and I were staying
with her for the summer.
-"Were"? -I'm flying back
to New York City tonight.
Why didn't you tell us?
I-I don't know.
I really loved being
the third bock in the trio.
I didn't want you to be mad.
Holding back tears.
Maybe we can just enjoy today.
Phillip, Milo is not leaving.
They are.
Milo just said... I see.
The Kubler-Ross model says
people experience grief
in five stages.
You're in the first stage:
denial, nature's
emotional camouflage.
What? I am not
going through denial.
Unseen forces trying
to manipulate me.
I see you in my friend, Denial.
Or do I? Oh, no, now I have it.
Look, Milo's not leaving because
we're not going to let them.
[dramatic music plays]
[record scratches]
Hey, Milo.
What if you could go home
and keep playing with us?
That would be amazing!
But how would that work?
Meet us at Featherweight Field,
20 minutes.
Welcome to New York City.
You don't have to go home
because your home
has come to you.
We've recreated everything
you love about New York City.
-D.D.: Like Lady Green Torch.
-[moans quaveringly]
Cheesy triangles
and morning donut bread.
-[horse neighs]
-Horse police.
-Large apples.
-[laughs]
You're the greatest.
I'm really gonna miss you.
But you're still
going to leave us?
Did we leave something out?
If the answer is pigeons,
look behind you.
Go! Go, you birds!
Ah! I don't want to leave,
but I have to.
I miss my home, my parents.
Fine, go home.
Phillip and I were super happy
being two best friends.
We should've never added you.
Uh-oh.
Grief's second stage: anger.
Not to worry.
All we have to do
is breathe deeply,
acknowledge our negative
feelings towards Milo.
Why would you do this to us?
We trusted you.
Fine! Leave. We don't need you.
Stop it.
You're ruining
our last hour together.
You ruined it first by leaving.
We're the victims here.
Come on, Phillip.
The Bock-Bock Duo is gonna
go jam by ourselves.
A duo.
♪ I once knew a bird
I caged in sadness ♪
♪ Now I'm blue
♪
♪ The bird flew away
and all I have is the cage ♪
♪ I hope that cages
♪ Can't leave, too.
Even though this music
is mood-appropriate,
I can't enjoy it.
I feel bad about
how we treated Milo.
Me, too.
I miss them already.
Well, at least
we're not angry anymore.
Which means, any second, we
should begin grief stage three.
Oh, I know.
We'll just ask Milo
to jam with us one more time.
Bargaining, right on schedule.
Yeah, one more time.
Phillip, any way we can
make our song last longer?
Presenting plans for potential
truba modifications.
Tune tripler,
experimental double-relooper,
paint job... that one is purely
for cosmetic purposes.
Yes to all that. Come on.
-Milo.
-We're sorry!
We were at the mercy of a force
greater than ourselves,
the theories of
Swiss psychiatrist
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross.
What do you say,
before you leave,
we play our song one more time?
You know what?
That'd be fun-da-dum-dum-dum.
-Let's do it.
-Yes!
And you promise to keep playing
until we finish,
-no matter what?
-Sure.
-I guess.
-Great. Come on.
That's the truba?
Well, we "jazzed" it up.
[laughs] Pun very intended.
[upbeat music playing]
-[metal grinding]
-[steam hissing]
Uh...
What are you doing?
You promised.
Did you two modify the truba
to keep playing
our song forever,
no matter what,
so I wouldn't leave?
You know us so well.
We have to stay together.
[truba clamoring loudly]
D.D., we may have gone too far.
It's still playing the song!
Don't worry. I installed
an emergency shutdown lever.
Oh, that's not good.
What's happening?
I believe the truba
feels threatened,
so it's going
into survival mode.
[truba clamoring, rumbling]
[Phillip shouts]
[music slows, stops]
D.D.: Truba's taking
all the instruments!
Bad truba!
-Incoming French horn.
-Ah!
-Milo!
-Milo!
-This is all our fault!
-We're so sorry!
It's okay.
I'm kind of touched
you tried so hard
to get me to stay.
Milo forgives us?
They're such a good friend.
I'm gonna miss you two.
Us, too.
[gasping]
Stage four, check.
[groans]
Depression.
[discordant music playing]
How are we gonna stop
this thing?
Based on our jazzed up,
[chuckles] alterations,
only harmonic resolution
will end the truba's
electro-acoustic loop.
-In English, Phillip.
-That was English.
I meant say it so we'd get it.
Oh.
The truba's stuck
in a loop, unless...
we make it finish the song.
[discordant music continues]
We need to play louder.
We're gonna need more people.
-We'll help.
-Yes, we will.
But, yeah, um, guys,
we need instruments.
Hat tambourine.
Fruit toot flute.
Pigeon piano.
[pigeons squawk scale]
And a-one, and a-two,
and a-three.
[playing "Buddy System"
discordantly]
D.D.:
Ugh, why isn't it working?
Something's holding us back.
We're not in tune
with each other like before.
It's because I'm leaving,
isn't it?
We can't be friends anymore.
No!
You'll always be our friend,
no matter what.
The third bock to our trio.
Gasp. Stage five.
Acceptance.
We've reached stage five!
[thud]
Have a safe flight home.
Let's stay in touch.
And in tune, two, three...
[playing "Buddy System"]
[truba music slowing]
[crowd cheering]
PHILLIP:
Yeah! We did it!
-Oh, my goodness.
-[D.D. whooping]
[phone vibrates]
That's my brother.
He's waiting for me in a cab.
I have to go.
I wonder if we'll ever
see them again.
[computer rings]
Hey.
It's a long ride to the airport.
Want to jam a little?
-Oh, yeah.
-[Phillip and D.D. vocalizing]
ROBOT DOOR:
♪ You may now enter the door
♪ Alone
♪ You may now enter the door
♪ You may now enter the door
♪ Alone, alone, alone, alone
-♪ You may now enter the door
-♪ Now enter the door
♪ Alone
-♪ You may now enter the door
-♪ Now enter the door
♪ The door
♪ D-D-D-Door
-♪ You may now enter the door
-♪ Now enter the door
♪ Alone
♪ Alone, alone, alone.
MAN [voice-over]:
Well, look at you.
a park, they do stuff ♪
MAN: But there's...
there's more to it than that.
♪ It's kind of hard to explain
-Sort of like a... just...
-Aah! Butterflies.
-Kind of, sort of, just,
you know. -Huh?
♪ It's kind of hard to explain
♪ Ah... it's called
"Danger & Eggs."♪
And then I go...
[imitating guitar riff]
And then I'm all...
[imitating bass riff]
Uh, then what do I do
after that?
Hmm. Well, we'll figure it out
when we start jamming
on this big, noisy boy.
[Phillip imitating guitar
and horn riffs]
That's music for
"To the band shell."
Huh. This is
completely unexpected
and delicious-looking.
WOMAN: Hello.
Those amuse-bouches are
only for guests of
Sage Pancake Montgomery's
second birthday.
Well, happy birthday
to your kid.
Sage, remember forever
how easily others make
incorrect assumptions.
I'm not her mother.
I'm her nanny-slash-life coach.
Well, Life Coach Nanny,
Phillip and I are here
to jam-slash-play music.
[chuckles]
"Jam" and "play music"
mean the same thing,
and she's never been taught
to use the slash correctly.
You don't have permission
to be here.
The Montgomerys have reserved
the band shell
for the next three hours.
What?!
I need permission
to use the band shell?
How's that a thing?
We've been playing here
whenever we wanted
since the beginning of time!
Life Coach Nanny,
D.D., Sage Pancake,
I believe this is an opportunity
for compromise.
Can't we share it?
Share?
Lock this in your little mind:
we love sharing, but...
we took the time
to reserve it with Cheryl
at the Parks and Paperwork
Department,
and you did not.
You should never
have to compromise
when you've gone through Cheryl.
So is that a no?
It's a no-slash-no!
The band shell is reserved
for Sage Pancake only!
Phillip, what's going on?
We've never had to ask
for permission
to do anything before.
Gasp!
Maybe we were supposed
to ask for permission
to do stuff, but never did!
As a self-trained self-help
self-awareness expert,
you might be right.
Our path forward is clear.
We shall find this Cheryl.
If asking for permission
is what we need to do
to make Fun Time
Music Jam happen,
oh, we'll ask.
Hike up your knee pads,
Phillip.
This is uncharted territory.
-[pigeon cooing]
-Behold,
the Parks and Paperwork
Department.
Long-time fan.
[whispers]:
First-time visitor.
ROBOT DOOR: You may now
enter the door. Alone.
Check out the zombie walk.
Hmm. "People must wait
"until a clearance invitation
is issued
from robot lady voice."
ROBOT DOOR: You may now
enter the door. Alone.
Now we need permission
to enter a door?
ROBOT DOOR: You may now
enter the door. Alone.
I hear you!
And I'm gonna enter. One sec.
But because I want to, Door.
-ROBOT DOOR: You may now...
-She said alone.
D.D., one at a time.
It's always best to listen
to the robots.
-[Phillip grunts]
-Oh, hey, Cheryl.
We want to reserve
the band shell.
Oh, I'm not Cheryl.
Go to level two.
[metal detector beeps]
[grunting]
[metal detector beeps]
[elevator bell dings]
[elevator music playing]
[scanner beeps]
[elevator bell dings]
[gasps]
An employee badge-protected
elevator.
Impressive.
Assuring random people can't
just come and go as they please.
Yeah, but this way, you can't
just come and go as you please.
[elevator bell dings]
[phones beeping]
Excuse me.
Is this the Cheryl line?
We came to reserve
the band shell.
Bathroom line.
Okay, each window
is clearly marked.
If we can make our way
to the front,
-I think that...
-Yo, Cheryl!
Where are you?!
D.D. [echoing]:
Cheryl!
I think
you're looking for Cheryl.
Floor 18. [laughs]
But security told us here,
second floor.
[chuckles] They send everyone
up here as a joke.
It's hilarious.
Like how I tell everybody
that this is the bathroom line.
There's no bathrooms
on this floor. Ha!
Aw, what?!
Come on, Phillip.
To the 18th floor!
[laughs]
Ugh. Swipey badge-protected.
Heightened security?
Something I thought I'd love
is being used against us.
Well, looks like that's it.
Uh, no.
There are two things
Dangers never do:
peel apples and give up.
We came to find the Cheryl.
We're not leaving
till we find the Cheryl.
Okay, Phillip, let's ask
our "coworkers" for help.
Oh, boy, coworkers.
I've always wanted those.
[chuckles]:
Hey.
Hey, great to see you again.
How was your weekend?
So, look, I've misplaced
my, uh, card scan thingy.
So why don't you, uh,
get me up on the old 18th floor?
[groans]
Office zombies. [sniffs]
Why did I spend the last hour
rewriting Ordinance 5-5
when Ordinance 78 is due first?
Hello. I'm here to help.
A more efficient way
to prioritize
would be to number
the ordinances by due dates.
That way, you know
which one to tackle first.
Phillip, these people are weird.
I can't get any of them
to do anything except work.
Bathroom. Bathroom.
[gasps] Look, that door
didn't need a security badge.
Open access,
no permission needed.
Come on!
[panting]
Upward. Yes. Here we go.
Yes, we did it!
We're coming for you, Cheryl!
[grunts, groans]
Badge-blocked.
[gasps] Oh, no.
We're locked in a stairwell.
D.D., we are locked
in a stairwell.
MAN: All right, well,
I guess it's time to walk.
-Here we go. -So, okay,
so we're not gonna have lunch...
This must be a part of the daily
"Parks and Paperwork
stair march."
According to the guidebook,
it promotes
wellness and exercise.
[gasps]
Stair marchers.
CHILD [voice-over]:
Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy.
[moaning eerily]
Phillip, we need to get
to that door before it closes!
Let's go.
Avoid looking in their eyes,
or you'll turn into...
a marcher.
[inhales sharply]
[panting]
[grunting] We're almost there!
Come on!
[grunts]
[laughs]
Tell the bathroom
I did everything I could!
Top floor.
We've gone too high.
And there's supposed to be
a glass ceiling.
A system of pneumatic tubes.
Used for transporting packages,
documents, paychecks...
D.D.s and Phillips.
PHILLIP:
This is terrifying!
But I still appreciate
the travel efficiency.
D.D.:
18th floor! We made it!
Let's find Cheryl.
Hey, you!
Phillip, run!
[panting]
Oh, aah!
Phillip down!
Remember me, D.D.
Let's go. You're coming with me.
Ugh, all I wanted
was to jam at the band shell,
and now my best friend's been
kidnapped by office zombies.
D.D. Danger is done
asking for permission.
I must infiltrate.
[whispers]:
What are we doing here?
What are we doing here?
Excellent question, Ravi.
Here's a sticker.
We are here to keep
the park running with...
...efficiency.
Say it with me.
Efficiency.
[applause]
[panting]
Wait, what?
"Crab Grass"?
Good day to you.
[phone rings]
I said good day.
Congratulations, buddy.
Laying on the floor in a box
to a corner office
in one afternoon... impressive.
Mm-hmm. Efficiency.
Efficiency.
Hang in there, Phillip.
Office birthday celebration.
On my list of top five
morale boosters.
Between jeans' day and new pens.
[whispering]:
Gasp.
Psst, Phillip.
Don't make any sudden moves.
We can't disturb the zombies.
D.D., there you are.
We're about to wish a coworker
"happy birthday."
Coworker?
Phillip, what are you
talking about?
Gasp.
You've been badged. [grunts]
We have to get you
out of here now!
[strained]: But I haven't
put in my full 25 years.
You're...
office zombie.
I like it here.
I'm the Official
Public Safety Monitor.
Not self-trained,
not self-appointed,
not interim.
Official.
Nothing could make me leave!
EMPLOYEES:
Happy Birthday, Cheryl!
You're Cheryl?
Mm-hmm.
PHILLIP and D.D.:
Can we reserve the band shell?
[playing
"Happy Birthday to You"]
Please.
And a-one, and a-two, and a...
[musical instrument squeaks]
Oh, sorry.
I-I didn't realize
the band shell was reserved.
Yeah, we signed up
and it's all ours.
Um, [chuckles]
but you can play here, too;
we'll share it.
You want to jam with us?
[imitates horn riff]
That's music for "Yes, I do."
♪
Bathroom?
Where... is it?
♪
What if I start out with a...
♪ Bing-bang-ting, a-ting.
Oh, extra ting?
Then I should follow up
with a... [imitates guitar]
And I'll bring it home with a...
[imitates horn]
-[muffled shout]
-D.D.: Yeah.
And together, we'll be all...
[imitates instruments]
[all imitating instruments]
-Yeah!
-Whoo!
Wow, if we sound this good
with just our faces,
imagine how good we'll sound
playing the truba.
The ChickenPaw Music Festival
won't know what hit it.
[quietly]:
No hitting.
I'm going to miss this.
I mean, the music festival,
when it ends.
It's just beginning. Look.
[crowd cheering]
♪ You're coming right at me,
I'm coming right at you ♪
♪ We're playing chicken, yeah,
chicken, yeah ♪
♪ Better get out of my way
[clucks]
♪ 'Cause I am stupid,
not brave. ♪
Thank you, thank you!
I love you all!
Good night!
[chanting]:
Encore, encore!
♪ I like eating macaroni
♪ It's my 36th favorite food
♪ 35 is cottage cheese
♪ 34 is oatmeal, wait, no
♪ It's actually, yes, oatmeal
♪ I was right
the first time... ♪
I cannot wait to find out
what number one is.
No time.
We have to find our stage.
-♪ Discount auto parts
-[Crackers grunting]
♪ Hello, Operator
[Crackers grunting]
♪ Discount auto parts...
[Crackers grunting]
I see stage "M."
ALL: You look out for we
and we look out for us.
[all whoop]
And now, assemble truba!
We're the Bock-Bock-Bock Trio.
And this is our song,
"Buddy System."
-Yeah!
-PHILLIP: Two, three, four.
[upbeat music playing]
Hmm?
[gasps] Eh?
GIRL:
Oh, awesome.
[excited chatter]
[cheering]
Yeah!
[music ends, crowd cheering]
It was like we combined
instruments and brains.
We got to do that again.
We can play birthday parties,
weddings, Australia.
Hospitals, the moon,
or next weekend's
5:00 p.m. difficult conversation
with Kate.
Oh, that's coming up fast.
Um, next weekend's
not going to work for me.
No problem.
Two weekends after that?
3:00 p.m. musical jogging
with Rhonda.
That won't work, either.
So give us a weekend
that does work.
None.
I have to quit the band.
-The success, it's already
tearing us apart. -What?! Why?
No, it's...
I don't live here.
Course you do.
You live in that blue house
with all those cupcakes
stuffed under the porch.
D.D., shh!
Wait, we have no secrets
among best friends.
Milo, there's something we have
to tell you about your porch.
It's my aunt's porch.
My brother and I were staying
with her for the summer.
-"Were"? -I'm flying back
to New York City tonight.
Why didn't you tell us?
I-I don't know.
I really loved being
the third bock in the trio.
I didn't want you to be mad.
Holding back tears.
Maybe we can just enjoy today.
Phillip, Milo is not leaving.
They are.
Milo just said... I see.
The Kubler-Ross model says
people experience grief
in five stages.
You're in the first stage:
denial, nature's
emotional camouflage.
What? I am not
going through denial.
Unseen forces trying
to manipulate me.
I see you in my friend, Denial.
Or do I? Oh, no, now I have it.
Look, Milo's not leaving because
we're not going to let them.
[dramatic music plays]
[record scratches]
Hey, Milo.
What if you could go home
and keep playing with us?
That would be amazing!
But how would that work?
Meet us at Featherweight Field,
20 minutes.
Welcome to New York City.
You don't have to go home
because your home
has come to you.
We've recreated everything
you love about New York City.
-D.D.: Like Lady Green Torch.
-[moans quaveringly]
Cheesy triangles
and morning donut bread.
-[horse neighs]
-Horse police.
-Large apples.
-[laughs]
You're the greatest.
I'm really gonna miss you.
But you're still
going to leave us?
Did we leave something out?
If the answer is pigeons,
look behind you.
Go! Go, you birds!
Ah! I don't want to leave,
but I have to.
I miss my home, my parents.
Fine, go home.
Phillip and I were super happy
being two best friends.
We should've never added you.
Uh-oh.
Grief's second stage: anger.
Not to worry.
All we have to do
is breathe deeply,
acknowledge our negative
feelings towards Milo.
Why would you do this to us?
We trusted you.
Fine! Leave. We don't need you.
Stop it.
You're ruining
our last hour together.
You ruined it first by leaving.
We're the victims here.
Come on, Phillip.
The Bock-Bock Duo is gonna
go jam by ourselves.
A duo.
♪ I once knew a bird
I caged in sadness ♪
♪ Now I'm blue
♪
♪ The bird flew away
and all I have is the cage ♪
♪ I hope that cages
♪ Can't leave, too.
Even though this music
is mood-appropriate,
I can't enjoy it.
I feel bad about
how we treated Milo.
Me, too.
I miss them already.
Well, at least
we're not angry anymore.
Which means, any second, we
should begin grief stage three.
Oh, I know.
We'll just ask Milo
to jam with us one more time.
Bargaining, right on schedule.
Yeah, one more time.
Phillip, any way we can
make our song last longer?
Presenting plans for potential
truba modifications.
Tune tripler,
experimental double-relooper,
paint job... that one is purely
for cosmetic purposes.
Yes to all that. Come on.
-Milo.
-We're sorry!
We were at the mercy of a force
greater than ourselves,
the theories of
Swiss psychiatrist
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross.
What do you say,
before you leave,
we play our song one more time?
You know what?
That'd be fun-da-dum-dum-dum.
-Let's do it.
-Yes!
And you promise to keep playing
until we finish,
-no matter what?
-Sure.
-I guess.
-Great. Come on.
That's the truba?
Well, we "jazzed" it up.
[laughs] Pun very intended.
[upbeat music playing]
-[metal grinding]
-[steam hissing]
Uh...
What are you doing?
You promised.
Did you two modify the truba
to keep playing
our song forever,
no matter what,
so I wouldn't leave?
You know us so well.
We have to stay together.
[truba clamoring loudly]
D.D., we may have gone too far.
It's still playing the song!
Don't worry. I installed
an emergency shutdown lever.
Oh, that's not good.
What's happening?
I believe the truba
feels threatened,
so it's going
into survival mode.
[truba clamoring, rumbling]
[Phillip shouts]
[music slows, stops]
D.D.: Truba's taking
all the instruments!
Bad truba!
-Incoming French horn.
-Ah!
-Milo!
-Milo!
-This is all our fault!
-We're so sorry!
It's okay.
I'm kind of touched
you tried so hard
to get me to stay.
Milo forgives us?
They're such a good friend.
I'm gonna miss you two.
Us, too.
[gasping]
Stage four, check.
[groans]
Depression.
[discordant music playing]
How are we gonna stop
this thing?
Based on our jazzed up,
[chuckles] alterations,
only harmonic resolution
will end the truba's
electro-acoustic loop.
-In English, Phillip.
-That was English.
I meant say it so we'd get it.
Oh.
The truba's stuck
in a loop, unless...
we make it finish the song.
[discordant music continues]
We need to play louder.
We're gonna need more people.
-We'll help.
-Yes, we will.
But, yeah, um, guys,
we need instruments.
Hat tambourine.
Fruit toot flute.
Pigeon piano.
[pigeons squawk scale]
And a-one, and a-two,
and a-three.
[playing "Buddy System"
discordantly]
D.D.:
Ugh, why isn't it working?
Something's holding us back.
We're not in tune
with each other like before.
It's because I'm leaving,
isn't it?
We can't be friends anymore.
No!
You'll always be our friend,
no matter what.
The third bock to our trio.
Gasp. Stage five.
Acceptance.
We've reached stage five!
[thud]
Have a safe flight home.
Let's stay in touch.
And in tune, two, three...
[playing "Buddy System"]
[truba music slowing]
[crowd cheering]
PHILLIP:
Yeah! We did it!
-Oh, my goodness.
-[D.D. whooping]
[phone vibrates]
That's my brother.
He's waiting for me in a cab.
I have to go.
I wonder if we'll ever
see them again.
[computer rings]
Hey.
It's a long ride to the airport.
Want to jam a little?
-Oh, yeah.
-[Phillip and D.D. vocalizing]
ROBOT DOOR:
♪ You may now enter the door
♪ Alone
♪ You may now enter the door
♪ You may now enter the door
♪ Alone, alone, alone, alone
-♪ You may now enter the door
-♪ Now enter the door
♪ Alone
-♪ You may now enter the door
-♪ Now enter the door
♪ The door
♪ D-D-D-Door
-♪ You may now enter the door
-♪ Now enter the door
♪ Alone
♪ Alone, alone, alone.
MAN [voice-over]:
Well, look at you.