[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] Loy was preparing for a party, and everybody was lending a hand.
OK, Finly, let's go over the checklist.
-Paper streamers? -Check.
-Tiny sandwiches? -Check.
-Disco ball? -[Archibald] Check...
out these faces I'm making!
[grunting]
You did mail the invitations, right, Archibald?
-Oh, I sure did! -Thanks for your help, guys.
This party is gonna be great.
Whoa! Who's that?
[Loy] That is Marta Von Gobblesberg,
Crackridge's most famous scientist.
I mean, she did invent rubber cement.
Archibald, all set for our camping trip?
You're leaving now?
-You're gonna miss tomorrow's party. -Sorry. We planned this weeks ago.
There comes a time when a young chicken must spread their wings
and become a Rooster Ranger.
Archibald, chop-chop!
[mumbles] Coming!
Whoa!
[Loy groans]
[Finly] Stay cool. That was just the decoy sculpture.
This is the real one.
Ooh!
About face!
[narrator] So, off they went, Sage, the master of the outdoors,
and Archibald, the master of...
well...
Ooh! What kind of rock is this?
That is an igneous rock.
Igneous!
Whoa! What type of tree is this?
That there is a Ficus benjamina.
Ficus.
What kind of plant is that?
That is trash.
Fascinating!
Archibald, we are going to have ourselves an adventure.
Oh, yeah, we are.
Adventure with a capital "A"!
And followed by the rest of the word in lowercase letters!
[toilet flushing]
And that's the bathroom.
Wow!
A big tent over there and a roaring fire right here!
Sage, you really know your camp stuff.
You flatter me, Archibald, but here is a tip:
The key to a great campfire is dry kindling.
You see, all Rooster Rangers learn from experience, and experience leads to--
[snoring]
Rest up, little brother. Tomorrow's gonna be a big day.
And that is my sleeping bag.
[Sage shrieking]
Wake up! Wake up!
[howling]
Morning! What's for breakfast?
In the name of bravery and outdoor toughness,
I present to you the Oath of the Compass.
The rule of the challenge that Rangers own,
you alone must guide us home.
I can help if things get bleak, but only riddles will I speak.
Nature's test of skill and growth. Do you swear the Compass Oath?
I accept the oath.
Ooh.
Did we start already? Am I in charge now?
Here is a riddle. I will keep it brief.
Who among us wears the handkerchief?
I do? [gasps] I do!
All right, well, if I'm in charge, I say it's snack time,
and I packed plenty.
Huh. What a weird snack.
"You're invited to celebrate the birthday of Marta Von Gobblesberg."
[gasps] Oh, no!
If I have Loy's invitations,
then what did I put in the mailbox?
Whoa! Jackpot!
[Sage] North, east, south or west,
are you ready to guide the quest?
Uh... You betcha. I'm just filling my canteen.
Bea, we've just got to find a post office.
Bzz-bzz...
I'm pretty sure there isn't a post office in the forest, Archibald.
Oh, well, then this Rooster Ranger will just have to guide us back to town
and deliver the invitations in person.
-This should be interesting. -Huh?
Oh, nothing.
Lead on, Rooster Ranger!
[jazzy music playing]
This party started 20 minutes ago.
Where is everybody?
[gasps] Maybe it's the music. Finly!
Could we change it up a bit? Maybe something more "on theme"?
Thought you'd never ask.
[music stops]
[dance music playing]
[Loy] This sounds like the future!
[Archibald] Hm.
Creek path or mountain path?
OK, let's say someone I know - not me - had to get back to Crackridge quickly
to deliver - definitely not party invitations -
which path would be the fastest?
A choice you have between two routes.
What is taller than trees yet has no roots?
Uh...
What is bald on top, made of stone, and stands alone?
Uh...
What sounds like "fountain"?
[Archibald] Hm. Fountain. Water.
Creeks have water.
Oh! I know! The creek path!
[Bea] Bzz...
My bad!
-[plant growling] -My bad!
[knocking]
Welcome, everybody!
-[clears throat] You must be Loy. -Oh!
[giggles] Miss Von Gobblesberg!
[giggles]
I can't believe we're breathing the same air!
[panting]
[whispers] I'm so happy you came.
[Marta] Were others invited?
[Loy] Of course! I practically invited the whole town.
[Marta] Hm.
I'm sure everybody is just fashionably late.
[chuckles]
Please, come in.
[panting]
[sighs]
Well, the worst is behind us.
[thunder rumbles]
-[grunts] -OK.
-Bzz-bzz-bzz! -What is it, Bea?
Bzz.
You think I should tell Sage about the invitations?
But we're so close to home, I can almost taste it!
[coughs]
Nope, that's the quicksand.
Let's keep going.
[Archibald gasps]
[both] Whoa!
[Archibald] Oh, man!
No need to fret, no need to sweat. Is this a tri-weave fishing net?
Sage, could you pause the oath stuff for a second and get us out of here, please?
What kind of Ranger would I be, silly, if I broke oaths all willy-nilly?
Help! Help!
[in distance] Keep your pantaloons on!
-Did you hear that? -Yeah. What's a pantaloon?
[Archibald] Uh...
[footsteps]
[both scream]
Ahoy there, feathered creatures!
We're saved!
We are?
Ah, sorry about that, lads.
Seems I caught you in my net.
Blast it! Pine cones are too wet.
What are you two doing so far from shore,
and without a boat?
And I have a question: What are you doing in a boat on top of the forest?
If you know a better way to catch pine cones, I'm all ears, sonny.
I can think of a few.
If you are really a captain, you will know my riddle.
Travel by sea may take a while, but how many miles in a nautical mile?
Arr. I think your friend here got hit on the head or something.
Yeah, he's just bound by an oath to only talk in riddles.
Say no more.
To answer ye riddle, this many in a nautical mile.
-Don't stare at the hook, Archibald! -Don't stare at it. Don't stare at it.
Yeah, we're lost. Can you help us get back to Crackridge?
Indeed.
[humming tune]
Hang on, you landlubbers!
-[Archibald gasps] -This is the life, boys! Wahoo!
Lighthouse, dead ahead!
Oh, yeah!
[vomits]
Hoo-hoo-hoo! Let's do it again!
[Archibald] Wow, a real lighthouse! Does it work?
Well, it does when I have dry pine cones for fuel.
Would have found you sooner had the light been on.
[humming]
Ah! There she is, old Crackridge.
You're in luck, lads.
If you leave now, you could be there by morning.
Morning?
But my sister's party is tonight,
and I got to deliver these invitations!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! The invitations were not mailed?
No, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.
I must have mixed up the bags.
[disco music playing]
Now, this is the reason I got into the postal service!
Wahoo!
And if nobody got an invite, then...
...nobody will be at the party.
When I say "Marta," you say "Von Gobblesberg." Marta!
Marta!
It's too late. I ruined everything.
[sighs] Archibald, do you think there's still a way to save Loy's party?
I don't think so.
Do you remember my really cool tambourine song?
-Hard to forget. -Think like a Rooster Ranger.
What in this room can help us?
Uh... Well, there's a shuffleboard set.
Want to play? I'm undefeated.
-How about this porcelain doll collection? -Uh... Where did those come from?
We got a lighthouse.
[captain] A non-working lighthouse.
But what if it worked?
Hm.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
That I should have put my dolls away before I had company over?
Let's get this lighthouse working!
But all my pine cones are wet, on account of the rain!
Good thing I got a whole backpack of dry kindling!
It's working!
Great idea, buddy!
And right when Loy thought the party was ruined for good,
something unexpected happened.
-[records scratching] -D-D-DJ Finly!
[excitable murmuring]
[gasps]
[Finly] P-Pew-pew-pew!
What's up, backyard?
I knew you all appreciated Marta Von Gobblesberg as much as I did!
The party turned out to be a massive success.
Even Marta Von Gobblesberg loosened up a bit.
-Marta! -Von Gobblesberg!
[Sage] The Oath of the Compass is complete.
Not exactly like I planned, but you got the job done.
Thanks, brother. I think this belongs to you.
Keep it. You earned it.
Wow.
Arg. How can I get my claws on one of those handkerchiefs?
That can be arranged.
A nature test of skill and growth.
Do you swear the Compass Oath?
Never mind.
[narrator] All was calm, as Archibald dreamt of delicious sandwiches.
Corn, jelly and peanut butter.
Mm! Sounds good!
Celery and pinto beans.
Uh...
Whipped cream and pickle.
Now I've just lost my appetite.
-[horn blares] -[screams]
-Bea, what's that sound? -[groggily] Bzz?
-[horn blares] -Whoa!
It's a blimp!
-Don't you know what today is? -Soft pants day?
No, Archibald.
Uh...
-It's Crackarack-- -Don't tell me.
It's Crackarack Day! I got to get ready!
I got ready!
The game of Crackarack is Crackridge's most famous pastime.
It involves three balls, six bases, a bat, and two goalies.
And I'm one of them! I've got to be in top form!
Five, six, seven. One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
[grunting]
Time to fuel up with...
Nitro Ned's Pumpkin Seed Brittle Energy Bar!
You can't beat that crunch!
[screams] My eyes!
[groans]
Everything is blurry!
-[grunts] Look out! Ah! -[clattering]
Ah!
Bea, I have terrible news.
I can't see!
But at least my room is still clean.
And so Archibald visited Dr. Fluffberg to have his eyes examined,
accompanied by Finly.
-Huh? I thought you were Sage. -I'm Finly, bro.
Interesting.
Dr. Fluffberg in the house! Mind if I rock out while I work?
[downtempo music playing]
Oh, yeah!
This is my jam!
Cha-cha-cha!
He's got to be joking.
Ah, there's the problem.
All right.
Just a few eye drops to wash away those pesky little brittle pieces.
One drop for you, one drop for you.
Oh!
Wow. The vibe's a little mellow. Doc, you mind if I work on some new tunes?
Oh, yeah!
I like it.
[scatting]
All righty. Let's see how well you can read the letters on this chart.
There's a chart?
It's worse than I thought.
Here, try these.
Ooh, cool!
Weird, but cool!
The goggles will help your eye muscles relax, and soon you'll be back to normal.
[gasps] But my Crackarack game is today!
Oh, can't you work some magic, Doc?
Magic? Oh, you got it! I've been taking night classes.
Prepare to be amazed!
Pesto!
You mean "presto."
No, pesto. This is where I keep my lunch.
Come on, Archibald. I'll help you get to your game.
Whoa!
It's like a rainbow exploded!
Come on, Cory! We're late for karate!
No! Hey, watch out!
Archibald, watch out!
[screams] Oh!
Sorry, fuzzy worms!
We are crickets, thank you very much!
Uh-huh.
I don't know if I can do this.
Oh, come on. You've got lots of other senses, bro.
You can feel, listen, smell and taste your way around.
Yeah, not getting it.
-Know what I do if I ever feel lost? -Eat a pie?
No. I just trust my senses.
Here, follow the sound of my guitar while I work out this tune.
[strumming]
Cool!
Break it down, Fin, my man!
[strumming continues]
[hip-hop beat blaring]
Bzz!
I know! Isn't Finly's song great?
Bzz...
[drill whirring]
Wow! How did you bring so many instruments, Finly?
Sounds so cool.
Bzz!
[scatting]
Bzz!
Bzz! Bzz-bzz!
Ooh! The percussion!
-Bzz! -I love it.
[scatting continues]
Bzz!
[scatting echoes]
Love the beat!
How am I doing, Finly?
-Finly? -[narrator] You lost him, Archibald.
Oh, giblets!
He must be looking for me!
Almost to the stadium, Archibald.
You're doing great.
Wait.
Something's missing.
[scatting] Ah!
[chuckles] There we go.
Not to worry.
Like Finly said, I've just got to trust my senses.
I can always feel my way.
Oh, I found a wall!
Hey, watch it, pal!
Oh, hello. You're not a wall.
No, but I do have feelings.
Bea, I'll never feel my way to the Crackarack game.
I did feel that.
Je suis désolé!
I am so sorry!
Everyone keeps throwing away my fruit,
even though they are so irresistible.
Whatever.
Bonjour, sad chicken. I am Monsieur Garbáge.
-Oh. Nice to meet you, Mr. Garbage. -No, no.
Monsieur Garbáge.
It's back of the mouth.
"Áge."
Áge.
-[both] Áge. -No. Listen.
-Ah. -Ah.
[both] Ah...
Never mind.
Here, try my fruit.
It is like nothing you have ever tasted.
-Thank you. -[rhino] Gross!
What in the world are those?
Hey, these are prescription goggles!
No! I'm talking about the fruit.
Hideous!
No one ever tries my delicious fruit.
If they would only taste it!
If I cannot sell my fruit, I will once again have to close my shop
and go back to work as a toilet inspector.
[Archibald] Looks fine.
-Feels juicy! -[retches]
-[sniffs] Smells fruity. -[retches]
Sounds pulpy.
Hm. Trust my senses.
-Don't do it, man! -Bzz!
Whoo! Delicious!
Oui, oui! This is what I am saying!
It is irresistible, no?
Whoo! Wow! This is incredible!
Why isn't this the most popular fruit ever?
Bea, you got to try this.
Bzz-bzz!
Trust me, it's the bee's knees!
Bzz!
Merci, merci! You have given me so much hope again.
I will never close.
Take that, toilet company!
-[horn blares] -You hear that?
The Crackarack game is starting!
But it's miles away!
S'il vous plaît, let me take you.
[whirring]
[horn honks]
I don't know what you just did, but it sounded cool.
Merci, merci.
I will drive.
And I will navigate.
But your eyes! Can you even see out of those outrageous goggles?
Who needs eyes when you have senses?
[Monsieur Garbáge] To the game!
[Archibald] Feels bumpy!
This must be Founders Lane!
Turn right!
[sniffs] Ooh! Smells like the trash dump! Turn left!
-[cricket mom] Come on, Cory. -Huh?
-We're late for your xylophone lesson. -[Archibald] Fuzzy worms ahead!
-[cricket mom] Crickets! -[Archibald] I mean crickets!
Turn right!
We are making excellent time!
Turn here. We're taking a detour.
Man, I'm really digging this new riff. What do you think, Archibald?
Archi-- Whoa!
Hey, bro. Like the new tune. I heard it down the road.
-Thanks, Archie. Who's your friend? -Bonjour. I am Monsieur Garbáge.
Would you care for a fruit?
Whoa!
No offense, mister, but that fruit looks nasty.
What? No.
Trust me, brother, it's like nothing you've ever tasted.
I don't know.
Don't look, just taste.
[gulps]
Whoo! Don't look, just taste!
Whoo!
Hey, that's a cool sound!
Whoo!
-[strumming] -Whoo! Whoo!
[Archibald] We made it! And the game hasn't started yet!
[narrator] Stay focused, Archibald.
I am focused.
[sniffs] Ooh, popcorn. Go left!
Sacré bleu!
-[clattering] -[popping]
-[groaning] -He ruined the popcorn machine!
[Archibald] Oh, no! These fans are hungry!
We got to fix this, Finly. You with me?
Whoo!
Sounds like a yes to me!
[whistle blows]
OK, ready, break!
Archibald, where are you going?
You're our goalie!
Sorry, Coach.
Today I'm a concession boy!
Garbáge fruit here!
Get your super-yummy Garbáge fruit here!
Really? Now you're throwing garbage at us?
Garbáge! It's back of the throat.
[crowd jeering]
[sighs] Yes, I am used to this.
Garbáge fruit here!
Don't knock it until you try it here!
Look away, son.
I sense this isn't going well.
[crowd yelling]
-What do we do? -[Finly] Let's kick it!
-[guitar strumming] -[crowd gasps]
[record scratching]
Finly!
♪ Yeah, huh ♪
♪ Was a time I judged a fruit by its cover ♪
♪ Afraid to see what I might discover ♪
♪ Soon I realized with closed eyes ♪
♪ Because you never know What may pass you by ♪
♪ Try this fruit they call Garbáge ♪
♪ Don't be afraid to take the voyage ♪
♪ Whoo! Don't let it go to waste ♪
♪ Whoo! Don't look, just taste ♪
♪ Whoo! Don't let it go to waste ♪
♪ Whoo! Don't look, just taste ♪
♪ Whoo! Don't let it go to waste ♪
♪ Whoo! Don't look, just taste ♪
-[crowd cheering] -Let me get a couple of those fruit!
-I'll take two! -Over here!
It's not garbage after all!
Yee-hah!
Your fruit is a bona fide hit!
I own this here stadium. How would you like to be my sole fruit vendor?
[gasps] Mwah!
You got to pay me for that popcorn machine.
Oui, that was my bad.
Whoo!
[gasps] Bea, my eyes are healed!
-Who messed up my room? -Bzz...
[groans] I think I might close my eyes for this.
Whoo!
♪ Don't let it go to waste Whoo! Don't look, just taste ♪
[Archibald] Whoo!