[Bea] Bzz!
Ooh. [screams]
-Bzz! -Wow! [chuckles]
♪ Live for today ♪
♪ Life's an adventure ♪
♪ Whatever comes his way ♪
♪ Whatever comes, stay in the moment ♪
♪ Keep your heart open ♪
Ah!
♪ Whatever comes his way ♪
♪ Whatever comes our way ♪
♪ Whatever comes our way, hey! ♪
"Archibald's Next Big Thing"?
[gasps] Got to go!
[narrator] It was a perfect sunny day, and Archibald was trying his hand at...
[screams]
...landscaping.
Bea, a little help?
-Bzz. -[beep]
I think I'm shrinking.
-[beep] -[screams]
Welcome to the Primrose Paper Airplane Classic.
Who's ready for some intense airborne action?
-[Archibald screams] -I'm Wendi Powers.
Covering the action on the ground is our very own Sage Strutter.
Sage, what is this sport?
For those of you new to the Primrose Classic,
each pro must land a paper airplane into the basket,
careful to avoid the obstacles.
The player with the least amount of throws at the end of the match wins.
We're having a hard time hearing you, Sage.
Yep, and that would be my kilt.
I'm afraid I used a little too much starch on it. [chuckles]
Right now the pros have all lined up to choose their caddies,
a Primrose Classic tradition.
And if I hold really still, you can't hear my noisy kilt.
-[whirring] -[gasps]
Sorry, Sage! Who are you talking to?
[hushed] I am reporting live on television!
Ooh! That sounds like fun!
I got to go turn off the sprinkler timers.
Good luck!
Returning champion Tag Clawson is first to pick his caddie.
Eh, this kid will do.
[gasps] Did you hear that?
Tag Clawson said I'll do! [chuckles]
-You. -I'll take the turtle.
-I'll take that one. -Stork will do.
And with the caddie selection complete, they're off to the first basket.
[panting] Wait! Don't start! I still need a caddie!
[Archibald screaming]
Sorry about that.
Ooh! Glossy card stock. Fancy!
Wow! You really know your paper.
Oh, I've dabbled in origami.
You wouldn't want to be my paper caddie?
-Paper what-now? -My paper caddie.
They pull the filing cabinet, fold paper airplanes...
Sounds fun!
But I should really go set those sprinkler timers.
-You'll get to wear this. -I'll do it!
[bell dings]
I'm here at the first basket,
and it seems we have a late addition, folks.
What's your name?
I'm Stuart Munch, but you can just call me Munch.
This is my first pro event.
And I'm his caddie!
Archibald? Do you even know how to be a paper caddie?
I am learning as I go.
[Tag] First time, huh?
I'm Tag Clawson. Put her there.
[laughs]
Tag Clawson approaches the first basket.
Fold a standard dart plane in two-ply cardstock, kid.
[spectator] We love you, Tag!
Hey, rookie!
Here's a tip from your buddy Tag: You want to throw it into the basket.
Like this.
-[bell dings] -[Tag] Boom!
Tagged it!
Tag Clawson completes the first basket in one shot. Impressive!
That's how it's done, Mulch.
-It's Munch. -[chuckles] Sure.
-[Sage] Now it's Munch's turn to throw. -[gasps]
[Munch] There's a big crowd here.
-[hiccups] -You are gonna be great. What do you need?
[hiccupping] OK. Fold me a flat-tip biplane on three hole-punched--
A flat-tipped what? Are you OK?
[hiccupping] I'm fine. Fold your favorite plane and I'll take care of the rest.
A little fold here, turn this over,
bend that corner, carry the one...
-And done! -[hiccups]
Here goes.
[hiccups]
Great throw! Wrong direction.
Hey, Munch, the basket's that way!
Uh-oh! Every player's worst fear.
Looks like Munch has the yips.
Ooh, I had yips once, with butter and chives.
[hiccupping] No! I got the yips!
Nervous hiccups!
It just so happened that Archibald's Aunt Beatrice
had many home remedies for curing hiccups.
That's right, she does!
-[shrieks] -Did it work?
-[hiccupping violently] -[thud]
Tree molasses. Cures everything.
[hiccupping]
Well, almost everything.
I saved the best remedy for last.
Dance, Munch!
[salsa music playing]
[hiccups]
-Wow. That always works for me. -[hiccups]
[bell dings]
Boom! A-tisket, a-tasket, right in the basket.
Another great throw from Tag Clawson!
Things are getting intense here on the course.
And it looks like Munch is going to try to play through the yips. A bold move.
All right, let's shake off that last basket.
-You got this, Munch. -[hiccupping] OK.
Sure.
[hiccupping continues]
[hiccupping stops]
-[bell dings] -Wow! A throw in one!
Without the yips, Munch brought the heat!
Whew! Sorry about that.
You know what? I think that sound calmed my nerves.
Can you guys make other distracting noises?
-Can we? -Bzz-bzz!
[hiccups]
I'm... [hiccups] ...ready.
Give me a noise, Bea!
-[bagpipes droning] -[spectators groaning]
[hiccupping]
[hiccupping stops]
[bagpipes continue droning]
-[bell dings] -Yes! Stable and able!
-Way to go, Munch! -Bzz!
[Sage] The dark-chocolate fountain.
Tasty for some, bitter for others.
[sobs]
[Sage] Next up, Stuart Munch.
-[hiccups] -Go for it, Bea.
[ringing out]
[gasps]
-[bell dings] -Stable and able!
Like a dining room table!
-[bell dings] -[Tag] Boom!
Adiós, piñata basket.
Just trust me.
[hiccups] Cue the distraction.
[whistles]
[armpits squelching]
[hiccupping]
[hiccupping stops]
[squelching continues]
[bell dings]
[in unison] Stable and able like a dining room table!
[Tag groans]
Somehow, newcomer Stuart Munch has gone from last to first place,
and is now tied with veteran Tag Clawson.
Sage, tell us about that tie-breaker basket.
Sure thing, Wendi. They call this basket The Shredderator.
It's flanked by two rosebushes.
-[Wendi] Those thorns will be problematic. -[Sage] Don't forget the crossbows.
Then the plane must bypass paper's worst nightmare.
Rocks? No, scissors!
[Sage] Paper shredders.
The player to make the basket with the least amount of throws wins.
So, we're tied.
Well done, Munch.
-Oh, thanks, Tag. -No.
I mean you're well done.
Like, cooked. Finito.
-You get it? -[chuckles sheepishly]
[hiccupping]
[Sage] Tag is up first.
Sprint-glider. Eight-and-a-half by 11.
Dull-coated parchment.
[hiccups]
[gasps]
Are you kidding me?
Ooh!
Tag Clawson's first throw is a no-go,
getting chewed up by The Shredderator.
Sprint-glider. Eight-and-a-half by 11.
Glossy finish.
[gasps]
-[bell dings] -[cheering]
Boom! Tagged it!
Yeah!
Beat that, Munch.
Amazing! Tag Clawson makes the final basket in two throws!
That's gonna be hard for Munch to beat.
[hiccups] OK. I need a tri-gloss--
[hiccupping]
Oh, no! The yips are out of control!
Don't worry. We got you covered.
[tuba trumping]
[hiccups]
[belching]
[hiccupping continues]
Oh, it's no use!
My nerves are frazzled.
Nothing can stop the yips!
Overcome with hiccups, things can't get much worse for Munch.
[hiccupping]
Who set the sprinkler timers?
Someone call the landscaper!
-You are the landscaper, Archibald. -Oh, right.
All of Munch's paper is ruined,
and his yips are back in full force!
How's the paper? [hiccups]
Not good.
Munch's caddie has got to make a plane out of something,
or he's going to have to fold.
I'm getting good at this.
[hiccupping] I guess that's the end of the match.
Not yet.
It seems that Munch's caddie is coming to... talk to me?
-Hey, Sage, I need to borrow something. -Oh, sure. Anything you need.
I spoke too soon.
[hiccupping] Archibald, what are you doing?
Helping you win! [grunts]
It now appears that Munch's caddie is folding a plane out of my starched kilt.
And there is a gentle breeze out of the northwest.
Remember when you hiccupped and threw at the same time?
[hiccupping] Yeah. The plane went backwards.
Right! This time use the yips.
[hiccups]
Use the yips.
Hey, Munch, the basket's still that way.
You got to time it just right.
[hiccups and whimpers]
Munch has to make it in one throw to beat Tag Clawson.
[hiccups]
[spectators gasp]
Wait for it...
[Tag gasps]
[Sage] Wow!
Thanks to all that starch, the sprinklers and arrows have no effect on the plane!
So... you're welcome!
-Oh, no! -[Tag laughs]
[bell dings]
[gasps]
-[gasps] -You did it!
I can't believe it!
[cheering]
[Sage] The underdog has won the game!
I can't help but feel a little bit of pride
because... that's my kilt!
You did it, Kilty!
Hey, Tag? Great match today.
Thank you. You know, it's nice to finally have some competition around here.
See you around, Munch.
[narrator] And so, Munch was awarded the Golden Filing Cabinet.
I couldn't have done it without my caddie.
Thanks, Archibald!
Did the trophy have to be actual size?
[narrator] And Archibald had another memento to pin to his memory wall.
[thud]
That's not going anywhere.
-[clattering] -OK.
[narrator] It all began as a rather normal day in Crackridge.
-[whistle blows] -OK, everyone!
A Rooster Ranger's first rule of tubing on the Lazy River is...
have a great time!
-[Sage laughs] -[cheering]
Now, did everyone memorize the song?
♪ Life jackets and floaties ♪
♪ Keep us safe and cozy ♪
♪ Also, have-- ♪
[in falsetto] ♪ Have fun! ♪
Map... Map...
-Who's got the map? -I got it!
All right, gang, to the Lazy River!
-[Loy] Yeah! Let's go! -Wahoo!
-Bzz-bzz-bzz! -What is it, Bea?
-Bzz-bzz! -[air hissing]
-Ooh, that can't be good. -Bzz! Bzz-bzz!
[Archibald] Great idea!
I'm sorry. Excuse me. Two balloons, please.
-[narrator] Your inner tube, Archibald. -Oh, right. Two balloons.
And can we fill our tube with your air?
Sure. Help yourself or whatever.
-Thanks. -[gas hissing]
Just be sure not to use the...
Ah!
-...helium. -Bzz-bzz-bzz!
I think I made a mistake!
Ah, this isn't so bad, huh, Bea?
Well, maybe it is.
Well, lucky for us, I've got Sage's map.
Hm. Let's see.
Giant floating blimp?
Hello.
Ah!
Where are we?
I think we're being watched.
[narrator] Archibald found himself in quite the elevated situation.
-Hello. -[male voice] Hello!
We're the Blimpateers!
Welcome to Blimpsburgh, man.
Happy to be here. And what is this, exactly?
It's our sky village, a place where flightless birds like us
can live in the sky.
Our ancestors built this ship so we could fly like real birds.
Where's your ship, man?
Oh, it's right over...
It just left.
Can you take us back down to Crackridge, please?
-Cracks? -Ridges?
Oh, that doesn't sound safe at all!
Is that beneath the clouds?
That's my guess.
Never been down there.
Too many sharp pointy things that can pop the blimp, man.
Way too dangerous!
What? Crackridge isn't dangerous, it's delightful! Here, look!
That's my house. That's the Lazy River where my friends are tubing.
This place has OK bagels.
This pointy thing in the mountains is Sharp's Pointy Peak.
-[gasps] -No!
[sighs]
Well, it's safe and point-less up here.
-[chuckles] You're lucky you found us. -Yeah, so lucky for you, man.
I already said that, Karl, you egg! Come on, Arch.
We'll show you around.
Hey, Loy, should we roll call?
I-I can't help it. Rooster Ranger instincts.
Roll call! Loy!
Sage!
-Finly! -Murph!
-Billy! -Steph!
Heather!
-[Loy] Archibald? -[voice] Huh?
[Sage] That's definitely him.
Thanks, everyone. Back to relaxing.
[Kevin] This here is the sky deck.
Ooh, ooh! Tell him our number-one rule, Kev!
Give me a minute, Karl, you egg.
Us Blimpateers have just one rule.
Stay afloat!
[sighs] Yeah, that's the rule.
Everybody has a different job on the ship.
I handle the sails. And over there in the cockpit is Tim.
Ten and two, Tim!
Tim has no idea we're on autopilot.
We don't have a captain, but it gives him a sense of purpose.
So as long as everyone does their jobs, we stay above the clouds.
It's just like flying!
Only different.
I've also wondered what it's like to fly.
But I do love my town on the ground.
Ooh! Hey, man, we don't say the "G word" up here.
-"Grapefruit"? -Bzz-bzz!
Oh, "ground."
-[gasps] -He said it again!
What? The ground isn't scary. Here, look. I'll show you!
-[air hissing] -Oh, excuse me.
We got a hole!
-[alarm blaring] -[Blimpateers screaming]
Huh?
Whoa! Who are you?
Name's Patches.
I make sure the ship stays afloat... by patching it.
Neat! So, how did you get the name "Patches"?
Bzz...
Bzz-bzz-bzz!
Good idea, Bea!
Ms. Patches, can you help us get back to Crackridge?
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
So you're saying...
You have to stay up here... forever.
Oh. Well, that took a turn.
You're gonna love it up here, man!
Here are some slippers for your pointy feet, Arch.
-And a cork for your friend there. -Bzz?
You can put that on her pointy bum.
Well, at least the shoes are pretty comfy.
Bzz...
So, what else do you guys do around here besides stay afloat?
Well, we have the "pretend like we're flying" bit.
[others] Oh, yeah, good one, Kev!
You mentioned that. What else you got?
Like a game, or something fun.
Well, we do have one game we love.
-So, you take this pebble here, yeah? -[Archibald] Uh-huh.
-And then you throw it at the can. -Uh-huh.
-And that's the game! -Oh.
Go ahead!
[grunts]
That was our only pebble, man.
Sorry.
Wait! I've got an idea!
Now, the game is hide-and-seek.
I'll be what's called "it."
I count down from 100 while you all hide.
It seems a bit complicated, yeah?
Uh-huh. So, whoever I find first is the next person to be "it." Ready?
-One hundred, 99, 98... -[Karl laughs]
This is already way better than pebble toss!
Huh?
Hm.
Which way to go?
Murky. Hey, Archibald!
I'm gonna need that map!
Archibald, send up the map!
Bro, Sage needs the map!
-Pass the map! -We need the map!
Hey, Archi-- [gasps]
[Murph yelps]
You're not Archibald.
Archibald's not here.
-Archibald's not here. -Archibald's not here.
[sighs] Of course he's not.
[Sage] We're in your hands now, Old Lady River.
[Archibald] Three, two, one.
Ready or not, here I come!
Well, that's not a very good hiding spot.
Come on, Tim. Don't you want to play?
It's OK, you guys are on autopilot.
Tim's it!
Find new hiding spots!
Bzz!
Perfect hiding spot, Bea!
-[metallic crunch] -[screaming]
-Bzz! -Ah!
[Blimpateers screaming]
What caused this?
OK, maybe I just pull this thing.
Whew!
[screams]
[beeping]
-Well, that was alarming. -[blimp squeaking]
[air hissing]
[Blimpateer] We're going beneath the clouds!
-I knew this would happen! -[screaming]
These are just your typical level-three rapids.
-Nothing to worry about. -But what level rapids are those?
A higher number?
What do we do? What do we do?
Help us, Archibald!
You floated all the way up here this morning.
-Surely you can show us all how to do it. -You're our only hope... man.
Uh... Do you guys want the good news or the bad news first?
-Bad! -Depends!
Either is fine.
OK. Bad news: Bea and I got here by accident and I'm not sure we can help you.
-But the good news is-- -OK, guys.
There are, let's just say, a lot of holes.
But if we work together, we can stay afloat.
-[cheering] -Work together!
Whew! I didn't really have any good news.
[air hissing]
Turns out we cannot stay afloat.
Well, we gave it our all, yeah?
We had a good run, old bird.
[gasps] Hold on a second.
I know where we are!
Ah! Link arms! We're headed for a waterfall!
No tuber left behind!
Here we go!
[grunts]
Hm.
-False alarm. Remain chill. -[cheering]
-That's what I'm talking about! -Ah!
Is that the Lazy River you mentioned?
It looks angry.
-And your friends seem a bit nervous. -Huh?
My friends?
[gasps] My friends! My siblings!
We have to save them!
All right, listen up, Blimpateers. We have been through a lot together up here.
But maybe, just maybe,
we can make it together... down there.
But what about staying afloat?
-And what about the pointy things? -And what about...
Actually, those were both of my concerns.
Just look at all those flightless animals down there, having fun.
[screaming]
That could be us!
We don't need to fly.
Archie sure doesn't.
He turned out OK, right?
I'm sorry, what was the question?
And he needs our help now!
So, what do you say?
Are you with me?
[in unison] Yeah! For Archie!
Thanks, everyone.
If I didn't know any better, Patches, I'd say you just became our captain.
-Captain Patches! -Good on you, Patches!
And I gladly accept.
Blimpateers, let's really deflate this blimp!
But we don't have anything sharp.
Oh, yes, we do!
[cheering]
♪ Life jackets and floaties ♪
♪ Keep us safe and... ♪
Uh... Why is it raining slippers?
And what in the world is that?
[Sage] Archibald?
Sorry I'm late!
Climb aboard, Crackridgers!
-Whoa! -[grunting]
-[sighs] -Yeah!
[air hissing]
Would you like a refill or something?
Aw, thanks, man.
But you know what? I think we'll stick around a while.
[Archibald] Three, two, one.
Ready or not, here I come!