Madagascar: A Little Wild (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - A Tale of Two Kitties - full transcript
Alex is mistaken for a Maine Coon and takes over its life in the penthouse.
- Places!
- I don't wanna get up.
Morning, sleepyhead!
Morning, Ant'ney.
- Can you believe it's Wednesday
again? Geez, this week's flying by!
Get it? Flying by?
- It's Wednesday? My one day
a week I get to sleep in!
- Guess I'll let you sleep then.
- Trot, trot, trot, trot,
- Huh? Hey! I'm sleeping here!
- Sorry, Alex. I was
practicing my parade trot.
These high kicks
won't kick themselves.
Trot, trot.
- I'll just find
somewhere else to sleep.
- Trot, trot, trot...
- Morning, Alex! Did you hear
that garbage truck this morning?
- Not now, Melman.
- That's number 53 in my
new Big City Sounds book!
Did it sound more like a...
or was it more of a...
sound?
Cannonball! Woo-hoo!
- Some days, I could really use
some more space around here.
- Did you say you want more splash?
- No, I said I could use some more...
Space.
- I've heard that sigh
before. What's wrong, Alex?
- Me? Oh, nothing's wrong.
- Alex, we've been friends
since your roar was just a meow.
I have all your sighs memorized.
- No way. You've
memorized my sighs?
- Sure did! And I can prove it.
Tired.
Frustrated. And a little gassy.
And there it is again, the
something's-bothering-ya sigh.
- Do you ever wish things
could be a little different?
- Not me! I'd be happy
eating the same breakfast
everyday for the
rest of my life.
You gonna finish that?
- All I'm saying is it might
be nice to wake up one morning
and, I don't know, spice things up,
maybe see some hash browns for a change.
-You've never even
had hash browns.
-Exactly! Maybe I'm a
"hash brown" kinda lion
and I don't even know it.
- So what are you saying?
- I'm just craving
a change of scenery.
Maybe some scenery with a little
bit more room to breathe...
- Away from us,
your best friends?
You can't be serious.
Your serious sigh!
This is serious!
Are you saying you
want to leave us?
- What? No way! I was just...
Ah, never mind.
Forget I said anything.
Ant'ney! Welcome back,
where'd you run off to?
- I'm not at liberty to say.
It's very exclusive,
VIP information.
I just got back from this brand new
hotel. They're having a grand pianoing!
- I think you mean
a grand opening.
- Sure. This new hotel, it has everything:
an indoor pool, 24 hour room service,
those people with the fancy
hats that take your luggage...
It's the biggest hotel
I've ever pooped on.
- Big enough for a parade trot?
You could fit the
Thanksgiving Day parade in there.
- Big enough to
play hide and seek?
- So big you could hide
and never get seeked!
- But I like to get seeked!
- Relax, Stretch.
I just meant, I've
never seen so much...
Space!
- Space, huh?
Well, that settles it. I
know where we're going today!
- Going somewhere?
- Actually, we have a
grand opening to get to.
- That does sound fancy. Hope
you've got a fancy toll to match.
- What do we got?
- How about this?
- No, they want something fancy.
- Hmm... I got it!
Pardon me.
Your breakfast.
- It is fancy!
Even fancier!
- Uh!
- C'mon, let's go!
- There it is! I wanna
get a closer look.
- Careful! We do
not have disguises.
- I'll be careful.
I just wanna roll around
on that plush red carpet!
- I don't think red carpets
are for rolling around on.
They're for strutting your step!
- Even better!
So soft and fancy!
Huh?
Eh?
Oh...
My, my, my!
- Your, your, your, what?
- I've just never seen a wild lion
before. And in the city, no less.
- Oh, yeah, my friends and I snuck
out of the zoo to see the new hotel.
- You've never seen
a hotel before?
Follow me!
- Oh!
This is so cool!
Ah?
- Are you a housecat?
- A "housecat"? I should say not.
I am Sir Braxton, the prized Maine
Coon of one Edith Van Gooperhausen.
- Wow! Sounds fancy.
And I am Alex, the prized
lion of A Little Wild Habitat.
- A "habitat"? What's that like?
- It's not bad,
if you don't mind
sharing your space with
a bunch of animals.
- Wild animals?
- Yup! My best friends are a
hippo, a zebra, and a giraffe.
- "Giraffe."
Is that the one
with the long neck?
- That's the one.
- I've always wanted to
go on a safari adventure
and take a walk
on the wild side!
Must be quite different
than living here.
- You live in the hotel?
- I know!
Shocking that I could live in
a place so dreadfully dull.
Nothing but bubble baths, hotel
food, and long naps all day long.
- Eeee! That sounds awesome!
You don't know what I
would do to take a nap
without zebra hooves
flying into my face.
- Oh, a slumber party!
Sounds delightful!
You know, this may sound crazy,
but we look enough alike,
perhaps we could...
"switcheroo".
- Switch places? Like
maybe just for a day?
- Let's do it!
- Alex must've gotten
lost in that big lobby!
- I'm going after him.
- Hold your horses.
Give him another minute.
Meet here tomorrow,
same time and place?
- That's perfect! I leave
tomorrow for Cleveland.
- "Cleveland?" Sounds exotic.
- Oh, it is!
Now then, how shall I
get to your "habitat"?
By taxi? Limousine?
Or will your friends
usher me there?
- My friends!
I can't do this just yet.
- Why not? I thought
we had a plan.
I really wanna stay at the hotel, but
I should check in with them first.
Sir Braxton?
Where are you?
- Edith Van Gooperhausen! She's coming!
You must decide, do we switch or not?
Here, kitty kitty!
- It's now or never!
Kitty!
Oh, there you are,
Sir Braxy-waxy!
It's time for lunch!
- There he is!
- Let's go, Alex!
Time to get home.
- Ah, yes, the adventure begins.
Time to get a little wild...
There,
darling! Home at last.
- This is even better
than I imagined!
Big screen TV playing
a nature show? Check.
Catjacuzzi? Check.
Giant feather bed? Check.
Mommy's gotta run.
I'm off to my board meeting.
It's caviar donut day.
I'll be back to tuck
you in for your cat-nap.
I hope Sir Braxton
was able to explain
the whole switcheroo to
Gloria, Melman, and Marty...
Mountain of pillows
in silk pillowcases?
Check!
- Is it just me, or has
Alex been awfully quiet?
- Now that you mention it,
I can't think of any time
in the history of ever
that Alex has been this quiet.
- Alex, are you feeling okay?
- Oh, I'm feeling quite peachy,
thank you for inquiring, old chum.
- Alex, what happened to
your voice? It sounds fancy.
- Who are you and what
have you done with Alex?
- Allow me to introduce
myself. I am Sir Braxton.
The one you call Alex and I have
switched places for the day.
- Is this one of
your characters Alex?
Because if it is,
I have a few notes.
- No, Melman!
Alex switched places so he could
spend the night in that fancy hotel.
This guy...
- "Sir Braxton."
- "Sir Fancy-Pants"
is his replacement.
- His replacement? But
where is the real Alex?
- Alex is in good hands. Now,
would someone kindly give me
the grand tour of my quarters?
- Uh, sure. That's the water,
that's the cave, that's the grass.
- "Grass." Fascinating.
- I knew Alex wanted some space,
but a heads-up would have been nice.
What if Kate finds out?
- Oh, a Kate! What's a Kate?
- On the other hand,
this cat has better manners
and smells better than Alex.
- I understand your concern, but
I vow to be on my best behavior.
I am a prized Maine
Coon after all.
- Okay, fine.
But tomorrow this little
switcheroo is getting shut down.
- I hope the real Alex is okay.
- Fear not, tall one. He's living
like a prince right about now.
- I think I could
get used to this!
Yeah!
Sir Braxton!
It's room service with
your daily "Hashed Browns".
I'll leave it outside the door.
- Oh!
Yeah!
I am a hash brown kinda lion!
Perhaps
you could slow down,
so that I may catch you?
- But that's not how tag works.
- Hey, gang!
- Hey, look, it's Ant'ney!
- Ant'ney!
- Ant'ney!
- How was the hotel?
- We came back
with a look-alike.
- Greetings, my
feathered friend.
- Uh...
- Who's this guy?
- Alex switched places with a
cat that lives at the hotel.
- But only for the night.
They're switching back tomorrow.
- Tag! You're it.
MARTY Yeah!
- Between you and me, Mr. Bird,
I rather like it here.
I may never leave.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Mr. Bird is my
father. Please, call me Ant'ney.
- You've got it, Anthony.
- You're saying it
wrong, it's Ant'ney.
- An-tho-ny.
- Urgh. It hurts my
ears when you say it.
Is Sir Braxton ready
for beddy-bye nighty-night?
Why do you smell so ordinary?
We have to do our
nighttime beauty regimen.
- Huh?
Ah!
- Sleepy-weepy, my
Braxtoney Waxtoney.
- It's too quiet!
Ah... That's a bit better.
I wonder what's happening
back at home right now.
Goodnight...
to you.
U! Look what
the cat dragged in!
- Hey, Ant'ney. Fancy
seeing you here.
- Fancy is the word for it.
How's life as a housecat?
- Great. So great. Really great.
Just a little quiet, that's all.
How's everybody back home?
- Don't worry about them, they're
having a ball with the new Alex.
- New Alex?
- In fact, new Alex told me
that he wants to stay forever.
- Forever?
- Is that a long time?
- I gotta get out of here!
Trot, trot, trot...
- Pardon me,
could you please get your
less-than-clean hooves out of my face?
Ew.
- Morning, Sir Fancy Pants.
- I've been thinking about
some of the amenities here.
- Amenities?
- Yes. First off, your
pool isn't heated.
- Because it's a pond.
- Also, I find the
grass to be very itchy.
Could it be swapped out for
something less grassy perhaps?
- Mmm... No.
- And lastly, I didn't
sleep a wink in my suite.
- That's because it's
not a suite, it's a cave.
You know,
maybe you're not suited
for life in the wild.
I'm sure I'll get used
to it in a few days.
- A few days?
But we're taking you
back to the hotel today.
- Oh! Didn't I tell
you the great news?
I'm not going home. I've
decided to stay indefinitely!
- You mean, forever?
- Huh?
- As in eternity, yes.
- As in...
What about Alex?
- Oh, don't worry
about Alex, he's fine.
And you won't have to miss
him, because you'll have me!
I'm a wild animal now!
Uh-hu.
- He thinks he's
staying here forever?
- But what about the real Alex? The
one that chews with his mouth open?
- Don't worry, Melman.
We'll get Alex back.
I just don't know how.
- Let's just give Sir
Braxton what he wants.
If he wants to be Alex,
then we'll just have
to treat him like Alex.
- Ah!
- Martin, would you mind?
You're in my personal space.
- I'm sorry, but Alex
never minds when I do this.
Wrestle time! Zebra leg drop!
Cannonball!
Cannonball!
- Can't get splashed here.
No...
Cannonball!
- Oh, no.
Zebra leg drop!
- Big City Sound number
27, a cement truck.
They sound like...
Or was it more of a...
Number 28 is an ambulance.
- Oh, I can't take it anymore!
I don't belong here.
I belong on my warm,
fluffy, comfortable bed!
I smell bad and I need a bath.
I must get out of here!
You heard the kitty. Let's
get him back to the hotel.
- And bring our Alex back home!
- We must hurry.
The helicopter will be arriving
at the hotel any minute
to fly Alex back to
Cleveland for the summer.
- Alex is going to Cleveland?
- For the summer?
- By helicopter? Number 51.
- I really must get out of here!
- Where is that cat? He was
supposed to be here by now.
I don't want to go to Cleveland!
Come along, Braxty. It's
time to check out of the hotel.
- I know I wanted personal space,
but this is not what I had in mind.
These bags are ready
to be taken to the roof.
- The roof?
- I don't see him!
- Maybe they didn't
come down yet.
-Listen, a helicopter!
Oh,
no. We're too late.
- They haven't left yet.
We've gotta get to the roof!
- But how are we gonna get
up there without being seen?
- I've got an idea!
- Ah?
- Wow! A helicopter!
If only Melman could see this.
Number 51.
Mister porter, there's
one more bag for you to get.
- Where's Alex? I don't see him!
- There, in my pet carrier!
-Holy hotel! You guys
came to bring me home!
- Technically, we
came to bring me home.
- No one's bringing anyone anywhere
unless we can get this thing open!
- Does anybody have something
we can use to pick a lock?
- I believe I do!
- Oh, no, someone's coming!
Sir Braxton, how
on earth did you get out?
- We must do something!
- Let's go for it!
Aleeex!
- Can't walk...
- Alex!
He's gone...
- What are you all looking at?
- Oh, hey, Alex.
- Alex!
- Alex!
- Wait, if you're here,
then that means...
- I'm ready to come home!
If that's okay with you all?
- Next time you feel
like you gotta get away,
a heads-up would be nice.
But welcome back, buddy.
- Mmm...
- Mmm...
- Big City Sound number 14...
The Subway.
Oh, Alex!
Special delivery from Cleveland!
It's from Sir Braxton!
- Hash browns!
- Sounds like a
happy sigh, Alex.
- It sure is, Marty. It sure is.
- I don't wanna get up.
Morning, sleepyhead!
Morning, Ant'ney.
- Can you believe it's Wednesday
again? Geez, this week's flying by!
Get it? Flying by?
- It's Wednesday? My one day
a week I get to sleep in!
- Guess I'll let you sleep then.
- Trot, trot, trot, trot,
- Huh? Hey! I'm sleeping here!
- Sorry, Alex. I was
practicing my parade trot.
These high kicks
won't kick themselves.
Trot, trot.
- I'll just find
somewhere else to sleep.
- Trot, trot, trot...
- Morning, Alex! Did you hear
that garbage truck this morning?
- Not now, Melman.
- That's number 53 in my
new Big City Sounds book!
Did it sound more like a...
or was it more of a...
sound?
Cannonball! Woo-hoo!
- Some days, I could really use
some more space around here.
- Did you say you want more splash?
- No, I said I could use some more...
Space.
- I've heard that sigh
before. What's wrong, Alex?
- Me? Oh, nothing's wrong.
- Alex, we've been friends
since your roar was just a meow.
I have all your sighs memorized.
- No way. You've
memorized my sighs?
- Sure did! And I can prove it.
Tired.
Frustrated. And a little gassy.
And there it is again, the
something's-bothering-ya sigh.
- Do you ever wish things
could be a little different?
- Not me! I'd be happy
eating the same breakfast
everyday for the
rest of my life.
You gonna finish that?
- All I'm saying is it might
be nice to wake up one morning
and, I don't know, spice things up,
maybe see some hash browns for a change.
-You've never even
had hash browns.
-Exactly! Maybe I'm a
"hash brown" kinda lion
and I don't even know it.
- So what are you saying?
- I'm just craving
a change of scenery.
Maybe some scenery with a little
bit more room to breathe...
- Away from us,
your best friends?
You can't be serious.
Your serious sigh!
This is serious!
Are you saying you
want to leave us?
- What? No way! I was just...
Ah, never mind.
Forget I said anything.
Ant'ney! Welcome back,
where'd you run off to?
- I'm not at liberty to say.
It's very exclusive,
VIP information.
I just got back from this brand new
hotel. They're having a grand pianoing!
- I think you mean
a grand opening.
- Sure. This new hotel, it has everything:
an indoor pool, 24 hour room service,
those people with the fancy
hats that take your luggage...
It's the biggest hotel
I've ever pooped on.
- Big enough for a parade trot?
You could fit the
Thanksgiving Day parade in there.
- Big enough to
play hide and seek?
- So big you could hide
and never get seeked!
- But I like to get seeked!
- Relax, Stretch.
I just meant, I've
never seen so much...
Space!
- Space, huh?
Well, that settles it. I
know where we're going today!
- Going somewhere?
- Actually, we have a
grand opening to get to.
- That does sound fancy. Hope
you've got a fancy toll to match.
- What do we got?
- How about this?
- No, they want something fancy.
- Hmm... I got it!
Pardon me.
Your breakfast.
- It is fancy!
Even fancier!
- Uh!
- C'mon, let's go!
- There it is! I wanna
get a closer look.
- Careful! We do
not have disguises.
- I'll be careful.
I just wanna roll around
on that plush red carpet!
- I don't think red carpets
are for rolling around on.
They're for strutting your step!
- Even better!
So soft and fancy!
Huh?
Eh?
Oh...
My, my, my!
- Your, your, your, what?
- I've just never seen a wild lion
before. And in the city, no less.
- Oh, yeah, my friends and I snuck
out of the zoo to see the new hotel.
- You've never seen
a hotel before?
Follow me!
- Oh!
This is so cool!
Ah?
- Are you a housecat?
- A "housecat"? I should say not.
I am Sir Braxton, the prized Maine
Coon of one Edith Van Gooperhausen.
- Wow! Sounds fancy.
And I am Alex, the prized
lion of A Little Wild Habitat.
- A "habitat"? What's that like?
- It's not bad,
if you don't mind
sharing your space with
a bunch of animals.
- Wild animals?
- Yup! My best friends are a
hippo, a zebra, and a giraffe.
- "Giraffe."
Is that the one
with the long neck?
- That's the one.
- I've always wanted to
go on a safari adventure
and take a walk
on the wild side!
Must be quite different
than living here.
- You live in the hotel?
- I know!
Shocking that I could live in
a place so dreadfully dull.
Nothing but bubble baths, hotel
food, and long naps all day long.
- Eeee! That sounds awesome!
You don't know what I
would do to take a nap
without zebra hooves
flying into my face.
- Oh, a slumber party!
Sounds delightful!
You know, this may sound crazy,
but we look enough alike,
perhaps we could...
"switcheroo".
- Switch places? Like
maybe just for a day?
- Let's do it!
- Alex must've gotten
lost in that big lobby!
- I'm going after him.
- Hold your horses.
Give him another minute.
Meet here tomorrow,
same time and place?
- That's perfect! I leave
tomorrow for Cleveland.
- "Cleveland?" Sounds exotic.
- Oh, it is!
Now then, how shall I
get to your "habitat"?
By taxi? Limousine?
Or will your friends
usher me there?
- My friends!
I can't do this just yet.
- Why not? I thought
we had a plan.
I really wanna stay at the hotel, but
I should check in with them first.
Sir Braxton?
Where are you?
- Edith Van Gooperhausen! She's coming!
You must decide, do we switch or not?
Here, kitty kitty!
- It's now or never!
Kitty!
Oh, there you are,
Sir Braxy-waxy!
It's time for lunch!
- There he is!
- Let's go, Alex!
Time to get home.
- Ah, yes, the adventure begins.
Time to get a little wild...
There,
darling! Home at last.
- This is even better
than I imagined!
Big screen TV playing
a nature show? Check.
Catjacuzzi? Check.
Giant feather bed? Check.
Mommy's gotta run.
I'm off to my board meeting.
It's caviar donut day.
I'll be back to tuck
you in for your cat-nap.
I hope Sir Braxton
was able to explain
the whole switcheroo to
Gloria, Melman, and Marty...
Mountain of pillows
in silk pillowcases?
Check!
- Is it just me, or has
Alex been awfully quiet?
- Now that you mention it,
I can't think of any time
in the history of ever
that Alex has been this quiet.
- Alex, are you feeling okay?
- Oh, I'm feeling quite peachy,
thank you for inquiring, old chum.
- Alex, what happened to
your voice? It sounds fancy.
- Who are you and what
have you done with Alex?
- Allow me to introduce
myself. I am Sir Braxton.
The one you call Alex and I have
switched places for the day.
- Is this one of
your characters Alex?
Because if it is,
I have a few notes.
- No, Melman!
Alex switched places so he could
spend the night in that fancy hotel.
This guy...
- "Sir Braxton."
- "Sir Fancy-Pants"
is his replacement.
- His replacement? But
where is the real Alex?
- Alex is in good hands. Now,
would someone kindly give me
the grand tour of my quarters?
- Uh, sure. That's the water,
that's the cave, that's the grass.
- "Grass." Fascinating.
- I knew Alex wanted some space,
but a heads-up would have been nice.
What if Kate finds out?
- Oh, a Kate! What's a Kate?
- On the other hand,
this cat has better manners
and smells better than Alex.
- I understand your concern, but
I vow to be on my best behavior.
I am a prized Maine
Coon after all.
- Okay, fine.
But tomorrow this little
switcheroo is getting shut down.
- I hope the real Alex is okay.
- Fear not, tall one. He's living
like a prince right about now.
- I think I could
get used to this!
Yeah!
Sir Braxton!
It's room service with
your daily "Hashed Browns".
I'll leave it outside the door.
- Oh!
Yeah!
I am a hash brown kinda lion!
Perhaps
you could slow down,
so that I may catch you?
- But that's not how tag works.
- Hey, gang!
- Hey, look, it's Ant'ney!
- Ant'ney!
- Ant'ney!
- How was the hotel?
- We came back
with a look-alike.
- Greetings, my
feathered friend.
- Uh...
- Who's this guy?
- Alex switched places with a
cat that lives at the hotel.
- But only for the night.
They're switching back tomorrow.
- Tag! You're it.
MARTY Yeah!
- Between you and me, Mr. Bird,
I rather like it here.
I may never leave.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Mr. Bird is my
father. Please, call me Ant'ney.
- You've got it, Anthony.
- You're saying it
wrong, it's Ant'ney.
- An-tho-ny.
- Urgh. It hurts my
ears when you say it.
Is Sir Braxton ready
for beddy-bye nighty-night?
Why do you smell so ordinary?
We have to do our
nighttime beauty regimen.
- Huh?
Ah!
- Sleepy-weepy, my
Braxtoney Waxtoney.
- It's too quiet!
Ah... That's a bit better.
I wonder what's happening
back at home right now.
Goodnight...
to you.
U! Look what
the cat dragged in!
- Hey, Ant'ney. Fancy
seeing you here.
- Fancy is the word for it.
How's life as a housecat?
- Great. So great. Really great.
Just a little quiet, that's all.
How's everybody back home?
- Don't worry about them, they're
having a ball with the new Alex.
- New Alex?
- In fact, new Alex told me
that he wants to stay forever.
- Forever?
- Is that a long time?
- I gotta get out of here!
Trot, trot, trot...
- Pardon me,
could you please get your
less-than-clean hooves out of my face?
Ew.
- Morning, Sir Fancy Pants.
- I've been thinking about
some of the amenities here.
- Amenities?
- Yes. First off, your
pool isn't heated.
- Because it's a pond.
- Also, I find the
grass to be very itchy.
Could it be swapped out for
something less grassy perhaps?
- Mmm... No.
- And lastly, I didn't
sleep a wink in my suite.
- That's because it's
not a suite, it's a cave.
You know,
maybe you're not suited
for life in the wild.
I'm sure I'll get used
to it in a few days.
- A few days?
But we're taking you
back to the hotel today.
- Oh! Didn't I tell
you the great news?
I'm not going home. I've
decided to stay indefinitely!
- You mean, forever?
- Huh?
- As in eternity, yes.
- As in...
What about Alex?
- Oh, don't worry
about Alex, he's fine.
And you won't have to miss
him, because you'll have me!
I'm a wild animal now!
Uh-hu.
- He thinks he's
staying here forever?
- But what about the real Alex? The
one that chews with his mouth open?
- Don't worry, Melman.
We'll get Alex back.
I just don't know how.
- Let's just give Sir
Braxton what he wants.
If he wants to be Alex,
then we'll just have
to treat him like Alex.
- Ah!
- Martin, would you mind?
You're in my personal space.
- I'm sorry, but Alex
never minds when I do this.
Wrestle time! Zebra leg drop!
Cannonball!
Cannonball!
- Can't get splashed here.
No...
Cannonball!
- Oh, no.
Zebra leg drop!
- Big City Sound number
27, a cement truck.
They sound like...
Or was it more of a...
Number 28 is an ambulance.
- Oh, I can't take it anymore!
I don't belong here.
I belong on my warm,
fluffy, comfortable bed!
I smell bad and I need a bath.
I must get out of here!
You heard the kitty. Let's
get him back to the hotel.
- And bring our Alex back home!
- We must hurry.
The helicopter will be arriving
at the hotel any minute
to fly Alex back to
Cleveland for the summer.
- Alex is going to Cleveland?
- For the summer?
- By helicopter? Number 51.
- I really must get out of here!
- Where is that cat? He was
supposed to be here by now.
I don't want to go to Cleveland!
Come along, Braxty. It's
time to check out of the hotel.
- I know I wanted personal space,
but this is not what I had in mind.
These bags are ready
to be taken to the roof.
- The roof?
- I don't see him!
- Maybe they didn't
come down yet.
-Listen, a helicopter!
Oh,
no. We're too late.
- They haven't left yet.
We've gotta get to the roof!
- But how are we gonna get
up there without being seen?
- I've got an idea!
- Ah?
- Wow! A helicopter!
If only Melman could see this.
Number 51.
Mister porter, there's
one more bag for you to get.
- Where's Alex? I don't see him!
- There, in my pet carrier!
-Holy hotel! You guys
came to bring me home!
- Technically, we
came to bring me home.
- No one's bringing anyone anywhere
unless we can get this thing open!
- Does anybody have something
we can use to pick a lock?
- I believe I do!
- Oh, no, someone's coming!
Sir Braxton, how
on earth did you get out?
- We must do something!
- Let's go for it!
Aleeex!
- Can't walk...
- Alex!
He's gone...
- What are you all looking at?
- Oh, hey, Alex.
- Alex!
- Alex!
- Wait, if you're here,
then that means...
- I'm ready to come home!
If that's okay with you all?
- Next time you feel
like you gotta get away,
a heads-up would be nice.
But welcome back, buddy.
- Mmm...
- Mmm...
- Big City Sound number 14...
The Subway.
Oh, Alex!
Special delivery from Cleveland!
It's from Sir Braxton!
- Hash browns!
- Sounds like a
happy sigh, Alex.
- It sure is, Marty. It sure is.