[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!
-[bicycle bell dings] -[tools whirring]
[narrator] Loy was putting the final touches on her robot.
Nothing could distract her.
Who wants a smoothie?
On second thought...
It's got a secret ingredient.
[sips]
[groans] You put a maple donut in this, didn't you?
Wow, you're good.
H-Hey, your robot's finally ready!
"5-T-3-V-3"?
-It's pronounced "Steve." -Uh-huh.
This is it, Archibald.
This is the year I finally beat Cheryl in the Crackridge Tournament of Robots.
-That's today? -Yeah!
-You promised you would be there. -Don't worry, I'll be there.
-You said that last year. -I know, but last year wasn't my fault.
This way to the Tournament of Robots, and this way to the Blender Convention.
Blender Convention?
[singsong] Yes, please!
OK, maybe it was my fault. But that blender had 22 speeds!
Want to see something cool? Steve, run talent protocol. Fold laundry.
Talent protocol initiated.
[funky music playing]
Oh, yeah!
This song's my jam!
Wahoo! Yeah! [grunting]
[horn honking]
Ooh! That's our ride!
Be right back!
Don't touch anything!
Yeah! [grunting]
-[smoothie splashes] -Bzz...
C-Circuits... Circuits... Circuits failing.
[gasps] It's gonna be OK, Steve! It's--
[whirring]
Uh-oh.
Stay with me, Steve!
[narrator] I think he's broken, Archibald.
Uh... I can fix him.
[gasps]
[Loy] Steve, Archibald, it's time to go!
Uh-oh!
[Loy] Archibald!
[whimpering]
Steve, initiate walk sequence.
[in robotic voice] Affirmative! Just one second!
[Bea] Bzz!
[whirring]
-Whoa! -[clattering]
[robots whirring]
[crowd cheering]
Oh, hello...
Loy.
Oh, hello... Cheryl.
Hey there, sis! Pretty fly bot.
-[gasps] You made it! -Wouldn't miss it.
We know how much this means to you, Loy, so the three of us are all in!
-"Oy"? -It's supposed to spell "Loy."
Archibald is the "L."
Yeah, where is Archibald?
[in robotic voice] Uh... He's probably getting popcorn
and soft drinks for everyone.
That Archibald. What a good egg.
Welcome to the Crackridge Tournament of Robots!
Full disclosure: Robots confuse me.
But we'll get through this together. On to the first event, the Robo-Walk.
Each robot must avoid various obstacles,
but one step out of bounds
means instant disqualification.
[announcer] Take your marks!
[air horn blares]
-Wow! This looks fun, huh, Bea? -Bzz-bzz!
[buzzer]
[Wendi] Out of bounds, that's a no-no!
You know what that means, folks. Judges?
-[buzzer] -[Wendi] Disqualified!
[crowd gasps]
Initiating panic mode.
-Loy, we need to talk. -[Cheryl] Folding clothes?
That's your talent?
[chuckles] Good luck.
Just you wait, Cheryl.
Steve is the most advanced robot I have ever created, Cheryl.
Nothing can take this from me. I have worked too hard, Cheryl!
At that moment, Archibald became even more determined not to let his sister down.
I am determined to not let my sister down.
I just told them that.
Next on the Robo-Walk,
we have Loy Strutter
and her robot, "5-T-3-V-3."
It's pronounced "Steve."
[announcer] Take your marks!
[air horn blares]
[crowd gasps]
Off to a rough start.
Steve, engage wheel mode!
I got wheels?
Oh, yeah!
I got wheels!
[Wendi] Things are wheelie looking up for this robot.
[Archibald] Whoo-hoo-hoo!
I'm upside down!
[Wendi] Course cleared!
[crowd cheering]
5-T-A-B-C-D-W-X-Y-Z - whatever his name is - on to round two!
-His name is Steve! -[Finly] Whoo-hoo-hoo!
That's our sister!
[both chanting] Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy!
Where's Archibald?
For the next event, we have a surprise twist -
a wildcard round.
Wildcard round? This wasn't in the rule book.
Huh. Scared of a wildcard round.
Maybe "Steve" isn't all he's cracked up to be.
Oh, he's plenty "cracked up to be," Cheryl!
I hope.
[Wendi] Each robot has been assigned a random challenge
to test how well they can assist one of Crackridge's elderly citizens,
my very own Me-Maw.
I love you, Me-Maw!
I love you, Peanut!
And here we go!
[air horn blares]
[grunting]
I can't open it.
[robot] Please, allow me.
[crowd gasps]
[gasps]
Sorry, Me-Maw! No pasta tonight.
-Disqualified! -[buzzer]
[gasps]
-[buzzer] -[Wendi] Disqualified!
-Disqualified! -[buzzer]
[singsong] Disqualified!
[clattering]
Next up, somebody's got to paint Me-Maw's toenails. Not it!
Go get 'em, Steve!
[scream]
[Archibald] Prepare to be amazed.
Careful around the ingrowns, young man.
I'm finished.
Done and done!
Bzz-bzz.
[gasps]
I love it!
[cheering]
Way to go, Steve!
Loy Strutter and her robot are on to the final round.
One last event, Steve. You can do it.
It's down to you and Cheryl's robot, which is more like a toaster with legs.
Even though deep down inside you're just a mass of scrap metal, wire,
and three different types of screws, you are programmed to win this thing.
[Archibald] I won't let you down.
And, whatever happens,
Archibald tried his best,
and he'll always be...
your brother.
Uh... OK. Not really sure what that has to do with anything.
[Wendi] Welcome to the final round,
the talent portion.
One robot will be crowned the winner and the other will be disqualified.
Joining us on the main stage,
here's Cheryl-Bot 2000 with a talent that's sure to spin heads.
[gasps]
Spinning plates is so last year.
[Wendi] And now the robot is making a house out of toothpicks?
Toothpicks?
Toothpicks.
-[cheering] -The judges seem to love it!
[judges murmuring]
-All right, we can do this. Right, Bea? -Bzz...
Next up, this bot, whatever his name is, was programmed with a laundry talent.
A robot that folds laundry? Sign me up!
Steve, run talent protocol.
What's happening? Steve's protocol must be misfiring!
This is not going well!
You got any ideas, Bea?
Bzz!
-[funky music playing] -[gasps] It's my jam!
♪ Come on, dig it! ♪
What's this?
He's a folding and dancing machine?
♪ Come on, dig it! ♪
[both] Yo! Yo! Yo!
Where have I seen those dance moves? [gasps]
Archibald is inside my robot!
♪ Come on, dig it! ♪
[cheering]
We have a winner!
Congrats to the inventor, Loy S--
Wait!
Stop everything! That's no robot!
-That's my brother! -[others gasp]
[spectator] Hold on, your brother's a robot?
No, I mean my brother is inside the robot.
[chuckles] Oh! Thanks for clarifying.
[panting]
Archibald, what happened?
Well, there was a smoothie and a dance-related accident, then Steve broke.
I tried to fix him, but I couldn't. Man, a lot of wires in here.
Then I pretended to be Steve because I didn't want you to lose the robot contest.
Oh, Archibald.
What an unbelievable turn of events.
But this isn't a costume contest, folks.
Disqualified!
-[snorts] Disqualified? -[buzzer]
[whirring]
-We got to get you out of there! -[grunts] I-I'm stuck!
I can't make it stop!
[gasps]
[powering down]
[Cheryl] The day has been saved...
by me.
You're welcome, Loy.
-[cheering] -[sighs] Thanks, Cheryl.
Come on, Archibald, let's go home.
[narrator] Loy was feeling down after Archibald's robot fiasco, until...
[chanting] Loy! Loy! Loy! Loy! Loy! Loy!
Loy! Loy! Loy! Loy!
I'm sorry I ruined your robot contest.
I'll be there for you next year.
That's OK, Archibald. I know you were just trying to help.
Thanks, Loy.
And, technically, you were there for me this year.
Hey, I got a surprise for you!
♪ Come on, dig it! ♪
-[funky music playing] -[beeping and whirring]
♪ Come on, dig it! ♪
-Thank you, Steve. -[5-T-3-V-3] You got it, Archibald.
Who wants a smoothie? [screams]
-[electrical crackling] -[in robotic voice] Archibald is sorry.
Tonight's party will be simply superb.
I'll be performing my latest song
in Crackridge's most prestigious venue -
my own house!
Isn't that right, Mikael?
-Mikael? -I'm here, Madame.
Oh, there you are. Alert the doorman.
You fired him.
What? How? Why?
Oh, that's right, I did.
Well, maybe someone can fill in. How about Sterling?
You found his feet "finicky."
-Stacy? -Her eyebrows "too angry."
-Stu? -He "smelled like stew."
Well, Mikael, you're a clever beaver.
Get me a doorman, and get me one stat,
or you're fired!
Find me someone tough, someone fierce,
someone who's literally the next person at the door.
[doorbell ringing]
[ringing continues]
Hi, there. I think I lost my boomerang in your yard.
[groans]
As Archibald walked through Madame Baroness's house,
he tried his best to contain his excitement.
Jiminy giblets!
Emphasis on "tried."
I can't believe this is Madame Baroness's house!
I'm such a fan!
I know you're eager to hire someone, Madame,
but he doesn't seem like a proper doorman.
Ooh-hoo! Wahoo!
Wow! Gold records!
Wow! Gold posters!
Wow! More gold stuff!
By the way, ma'am, you were totally robbed at last year's Belties.
He's got the job.
Hooray!
[mutters] Hooray.
Congratulations.
As doorman, you must follow one rule:
Make sure all guests have an invite.
All guests, no exceptions.
Understood?
Okey-dokey-dokey!
Greetings.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
You look lovely.
Ah, this isn't that hard.
-[narrator] In three, two, one... -[rumbling]
Huh? [gasps]
-Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! -Bzz! Bzz-bzz!
Enjoy the party! Thank you! Have fun! Thank you!
Thank you!
Bzz...
Pah! Now, that was a rush!
Hey, Archibald, did you find our boomerang?
Sage! Finly! I was looking for the boomerang, but then--
Jiminy giblets! I can't believe this is Madame Baroness's house!
I'm such a fan!
That's what I said!
Wahoo!
[both giggling]
That a no-go on the boomerang?
Boomerang?
Oh, sorry. Not yet.
I was busy collecting the... [gasps] ...invites!
Excuse me, sir!
So, should we stay or should we...?
So, how do you know the Madame Baroness?
Don't mind if I do.
I guess we are staying.
Uh... Excuse me! Excuse me! Uh... Excuse me!
Excuse me! Can I get your invite?
Ah. Thank you.
Huh?
[gasps]
-Wait! Miss Frog! -[gasps]
[low-pitched] Can I get your invite?
[gasps]
[shrieks]
[whimpers]
-Archibald! -Huh?
Madame Baroness was wondering
if you received the invite of a very important guest.
Uh...
Of the amphibious kind.
Oh!
-I thought you were talking about a frog. -A frog is an amphibian.
-Uh-oh. -Alert me the moment this guest arrives.
Not to alarm you, but everything depends on it.
Miss Frog!
Miss Frog, come back!
[gasps]
-[gasps] -Bzz-bzz!
Miss Frog, where are you?
-Miss Frog? Huh? -[muffled singing]
-Oh! There you are! -[gasps] Don't kick me out!
I need to get to Madame Baroness!
I know! Come with me!
-No, I can't go that way. -OK, we'll go through the back.
No! That way won't work, either.
I'm Madame Baroness's secret VIP -
the kind no one else can see.
Oh! I get it.
Actually, I don't get it.
If I don't get to Madame Baroness before the concert, it will be...
just like last year's Belties.
Not on my watch.
Hm. Where to hide a frog?
Food? No.
Bucket? No.
Frog disguise?
No, that won't work.
-Bzz-bzz! -[gasps]
Great idea, Bea!
Bzz-bzz.
To Madame Baroness!
[gasps] Hey, hey, hey! Wait!
[gasps]
Watch out! I'm coming through!
Excuse me!
[grunts]
Ooh, jelly!
Ooh, smelly!
There you are!
Hey, Archibald, who's your friend?
She's a special secret VIP.
Oh, the kind no one else can see.
[switch flicking]
-The show's about to start! -No worries! We're not that far.
OK, we're pretty far.
We need to get that frog to that stage.
Catapult challenge... accepted.
Rubber band, toothpicks, toupee.
It's almost too easy. Time me!
Go!
-Six-point-five seconds. -[sighs]
-One day. -Come on, hop in, Miss Frog.
So, if we angle this correctly,
our friend here should reach Madame Baroness at exactly the right--
Oops. Had it pointed the wrong way.
Try again?
Uh-oh.
[applause]
And now, to perform her latest song,
please welcome Madame Baroness!
[laughs]
Thank you!
[whispers] Mikael, where's my secret VIP?
Come on, chicken, deliver that frog!
What do we do?
Got any ideas, Finly?
-Finly? -[guitar strumming]
Good evening, folks! Finly Strutter here to entertain you.
Hi. Big fan. Stalling for Archibald.
This is a song about life and love,
and loving life,
and... lifely love.
[clears throat]
♪ Life and love ♪
♪ And loving life ♪
♪ And lifely love ♪
Hey, bring out the Baroness!
Oh, no! The fans are getting restless!
[glass tinkling]
Make a toast!
What?
Hello.
Just trust me!
A toast? Uh... OK.
Unfortunately, Archibald had no idea what a toast was.
But if there was ever a time to learn, the time was now.
Who doesn't love toast?
Especially with a bit of butter, huh?
Mwah!
[laughter]
It's working!
You know what I say to toast?
Hey, toast, stop your loafing around!
[laughs]
I hope you don't find these bread jokes too crummy!
-[drum sting] -OK! Archibald, everybody. Thank you.
I'm here all night! Tip your doorman!
Uh... To Madame Baroness!
[cheering]
I've got an idea.
[grunting]
-Archibald! Over here! -Bzz-bzz!
Right here!
No, thanks. I'm not in the mood for soda.
[sighs]
Don't drink it,
shake it!
OK.
Wow!
[gasps]
[clears throat]
I'll save you, Miss Frog!
♪ Il mio ode a Crackridge ♪
♪ Ti amo piu di uno smidge ♪
Can I borrow these?
That's better!
♪ Non fredda come frigorifero ♪
♪ Il mio ode a Crackridge... ♪
Whoa! That frog really is a secret VIP!
[sustained note]
-Yeah! Whoo-hoo-hoo! -[cheering]
Whoo-whoo-whoo! Yeah! Ha-ha!
Thanks for all your help, guys.
-No problem. It was a great party. -Yeah, you really pulled it off.
Yeah, I guess I did, thanks to you guys.
-[Mikael] Archibald! -Huh?
Dear Archibald, I want to thank you for your hard work.
Without you, the concert would have been just like last year's Belties.
[Mikael sobbing]
I trust you'll keep our singing secret safe?
Uh-huh.
The wink means--
-I know what a wink means. -Uh-huh.
There's someone else here who wants to thank you, too.
[retches and coughs]
-Miss Madame Baroness, can I get a photo? -Oh, no rest for the famous.
[scoffs]
[Archibald] Wow.
Madame Baroness certainly has a lot of fans.
Yeah, she certainly does.
[sighs]
Actually, Miss Frog,
may I take a photo with you?
-You're the real star of the show. -[gasps]
No one's ever asked me that before.
And in the end, everything seemed to work out fine for Archibald.
[Sage] Hey, Archibald, did you ever find our--
[gasps] Boomerang!
[giggles]
[grunts]
[groans]
[grunts]