[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] Another beautiful day in Crackridge, where everyone was...
Careful!
...careful.
Careful?
Do not worry, Archibald.
To construct this rope bridge, I summoned my Rooster Ranger skills
and mastered all 746 known knots.
Wow! But what's this?
Whoa!
-Maybe I missed a knot. -[horn honks]
Mail's here!
[Sage grunts]
Junk. Junk. Coupons.
Exotic Trees of the World magazine.
[Sage] That one's mine!
Yes! I know who this is from!
[horn honks]
Yep, it's from Roxlyn.
[narrator] Archibald and his pen pal, Roxlyn,
had been trading letters for years.
[Roxlyn] "Hiya, Archibald.
To answer the questions from your last letter:
Yes, no, sometimes, underwater, green,
and only between 2:00 and 3:30 a.m.
Anyway, good news!
I'm coming to Crackridge!"
She's coming to Crackridge?
I was hoping we could spend the day together.
My bus arrives this Friday.
I'm so excited to finally meet you in person!
Your pen pal, Roxlyn."
You hear that, Bea? She's coming Friday!
-[narrator] Today is Friday, Archibald. -[gasps] Today is Friday!
I got to make some plans!
[Sage] Hello?
Archibald?
[horn honks]
[gasps]
Archibald?
Roxlyn?
[giggles]
Whoa! Cool horn.
Thanks! It's great for hitting piñatas.
-I bet. Oh, this is Bea. -Bzz-bzz!
The famous Bea?
-I've read so much about you. -Bzz!
So, how much time do we have?
I just need to be back here in time to catch the last bus home.
So, what do you want to do?
Well, I made a small list.
-Whoa. Cool scroll. -First on the list...
[gasps] I love ice-skating!
-Skate size? -Size-six hoof, please.
[giggles]
Huh. I've never seen a unicorn before.
Yeah, she's my pen pal.
Skate size?
Size seven, non-hoof.
Uh... You got anything bigger?
That's my last pair. Take them or leave them, dude.
[Roxlyn] You coming, Archibald?
I'll take them.
[grunting]
[Bea grunting]
[groans]
[squeak]
Ready!
[Roxlyn] Wahoo!
[electric guitar solo]
She's a wizard of ice!
Come on, Archibald!
Here I come! Whoa!
Try not looking at your feet. It will help.
[chuckles]
Hey, not bad!
[gasps] I love this song!
Wahoo!
[rock music playing]
Wow!
Ooh! This is easier than I thought.
[gasps]
Excuse me! Oh, no.
Ah! Excuse me!
Excuse me.
-[screams] -[clattering]
Ooh.
-Can I help you? -Two hot chocolates, please.
Ah! That was so much fun! What's next on our list?
[chuckles] Oh, just you wait. I've got a bunch more stuff planned.
[grunting]
One second! [grunting]
Is everything OK?
Of course!
But it seems I can't get these skates off my feet.
[grunts] I think I've got...
No, it's not coming off.
-[door slams] -[screams]
[clattering]
Still there.
[motor revving]
You'll lose your skate deposit.
We've got a problem here.
Did I hear there's an ice-skating emergency?
[scatting melody]
Dr. Fluffberg, these skates are stuck to my feet!
Say no more.
[scatting]
I see.
[scatting]
OK. Yes.
-Yes? -Yeah, there's nothing I can do.
Really?
If I try anything too drastic,
we run the risk of losing your...
[gasps]
-...skate deposit. -Oh.
Those bad boys aren't going anywhere until they're good and ready to come off.
Good and ready?
[scatting]
Maybe we should just take it easy until the skates loosen up.
I am not gonna let some googly-eyed ice skates ruin our day.
Let's press on!
Dance with a passion, like your legs are on fire!
Give it a try, Archibald!
OK.
[metallic tapping]
[screams]
You can't see my legs, but they're still dancing!
That's the spirit, laddie! Don't stop until your legs are on fire!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Come on, Archibald! Whoo! [giggles]
I'd better not.
-Bzz-bzz! -[gasps] Bubble pack!
You are a genius, Bea!
Bzz.
Here I come!
Race you to the dragon!
[both] Whoo!
Yeah!
-Oh, yeah! -This is so much fun!
I know, right?
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
-Uh-oh. [gasps] -[pop]
[air hissing]
[child sobbing]
Uh... I'll go apologize to the manager.
Oh, I'll just keep score.
-[pins clattering] -Strike! [giggles]
Oh, I'm fine. My feet are ticklish, anyway.
Looks great.
Uh... I don't want to get my feathers wet.
Cannonball!
Where to next, Archibald?
-Well... we did everything. -[sighs]
-What a day. -[horn honks]
Last bus out of Crackridge!
So, I guess this is goodbye.
I don't know when I'll be back in Crackridge.
Yeah. And who knows if I'll ever get these skates off.
You're funny, Archibald.
[giggles]
I'm being serious, I have no idea.
I had a great day.
Really?
[narrator] Archibald was confused.
He was convinced that the skates had ruined their entire day.
Write me when you get the skates off!
You, too!
I mean... I will!
[sighs]
Archibald was feeling down.
Yeah. It's like it's only raining on me.
Well...
[brakes squeal]
Sorry, folks. Looks like a tanker truck tipped over up ahead.
Spilled something all over the road.
Is that nacho cheese?
Definitely nacho cheese.
We have a Code Yellow on the corner of Central and Pioneer.
I repeat, a Code Yellow!
[passengers murmuring]
Don't worry, everybody. The guys with the chips are on their way.
-[child] Help me! -Look!
Help!
I'm lactose intolerant!
Oh, no! Somebody should do something!
You're the police! You do something!
I typically don't take advice from citizens,
but you are a unicorn, so I will allow it.
[gasps]
It's too hot and slippery.
Must be queso.
I can't hold on much longer!
Hm... [gasps]
[over PA] Archibald, if you can hear me, this is Roxlyn!
-Roxlyn? -We need you, Archibald!
Just follow my voice!
-You heard her, Bea! -Bzz-bzz!
[grunting]
Whoo!
[grunting]
[man on TV] Introducing Bubblegum Corny-O's!
-Huh? -Coming soon to a grocery store near you!
-Bzz-bzz! -Uh-huh.
Shortcut!
Excuse me! Ha-ha!
[grunts]
Oh, Archibald, you came back!
Hey, Sage! Got to run!
I'm gonna go to technical college, transfer, get a lacrosse scholarship--
Excuse me!
Bing-bang-boom, I'm a doctor.
[panting]
Archibald, that kid is about to fall into the cheese!
Help!
Is that nacho cheese?
It's queso, kid - spicy and possibly delicious queso.
He needs your help.
You're the only one who can get through.
I am? [gasps]
You're right, I am!
[gasps]
Just like on the ice, don't look down!
[groans] I'm gonna fall!
-[rock music] -Huh?
[stereo blaring]
Hold on, kid!
I'm coming!
[whimpers]
[child screams]
[electric guitar solo]
He's a wizard of cheese.
[onlooker] That's amazing!
[cheering]
Thanks for saving me.
Cool skates.
Thanks! They're a little snug, though.
[gasps]
Archibald, hurry!
The cheese is hardening!
Whoa!
[grunts] Gotcha!
-Whoo! [grunts] -Gotcha!
-Look! The skates came off! -Oh.
I guess they were good and ready.
Good and ready.
[scatting]
Sorry the skates got in the way of our fun today, Roxlyn.
What are you talking about?
I was having fun even when you were stuck in skates.
You were?
It doesn't matter what we do,
as long as we do it together.
Aw.
So, can I put you down now?
OK.
Let's get this evidence into a bowl and heat it up, pronto.
[narrator] With the bus still delayed, the two friends had time
for one more activity.
[Archibald] Whoa!
-There's another one. -That was a good one!
[crowd cheering]
[over PA] Today, Crackridge takes one step closer
to becoming the tourist destination
I've always dreamed it to be.
[narrator] It was early,
and Archibald dragged himself out of bed for a special ceremony.
[yawns] I'm here. Tired, but here.
I told you not to stay up late, watching that silly wrestling show.
Silly? But Ultimate Chaos Wrestling is my jam!
-[grunting] -[bell dings]
-Whoo! Huh? -Bzz!
Ooh! I wonder if it's a huge potato under there.
Behold, Crackridge's newest and greatest landmark:
the world's largest potato!
[crowd gasps]
I knew it was a potato!
Nobody loves a potato quite like Archibald.
Pinch me, Bea! I'm dreaming! Ow!
This was not the mayor's first attempt to attract tourists to Crackridge.
[Mayor Fowler] I present the first ever rice paper skyscraper!
-[cheering] -[wind gusts]
Seriously?
This is the one, Brock.
This potato is finally gonna put Crackridge on the map.
You said it, Dad. This one's foolproof.
I'm just taking the temperature of the crowd here.
We're gonna fry this potato up and eat it, right?
[Mayor] Goodness, no.
This potato is not for eating. It's just to be looked at.
[thud]
Sure is a sticky potato.
[crowd gasps]
Hey, that's not a potato,
it's just a rock!
W-What? How could it be a rock?
I assure you, it's a potato. Right, Brock?
Yeah! It's not a rock painted to look like a potato.
-I mean, who would do that? -Boo!
What's the big idea?
It's Potato-gate!
So, what I'm hearing is, we're not gonna eat it?
After the ceremony, Mayor Fowler was kindly giving Archibald a ride home.
-[screams] -Here's your stop, Archibald.
-Did I fall asleep again? -Bzz-bzz.
-[tires squeal] -Oh.
Hey, what's going on?
[crowd gasps and chatters]
Archibald, look what I found!
-My flip-flops? -No! A sign...
from aliens.
Wow. That's a weird-looking sign.
Actually, it's better known as--
A crop circle? Nice trick, Sage.
Everyone knows aliens aren't real.
I didn't do it. Rooster Ranger's honor.
-Oh, sweet! Who made it? -[others] Not me!
So, if we didn't do it and Finly didn't do it,
that means aliens are--
Real!
I was gonna say weird, but, real?
Archibald, this is gonna be huge!
An alien crop circle will bring tourists to Crackridge
way better than that rock my son painted to look like a potato.
-Huh? -It was your idea, Dad.
[narrator] Overnight, the Strutter house became very busy.
Welcome to Crackridge, home of the alien lawn circle.
Step right up! Get your photo taken with a genuine alien!
Deluxe package includes 12 wallets!
You mean 12 wallet-sized photos?
Nope, actual wallets.
I found a bag of them that fell off a truck.
Alien cookies coming through!
Hey, Archibald, quick favor, buddy. You want to be my genuine alien?
Got the costume right here.
Oh, I'd love to! But I got to keep frosting cookies.
I can't compete with cookies.
Who wants a cookie?
-Hi, Archibald. -Hey, Murph.
[yawns]
What are the odds that, out of all the houses in the world,
the aliens leave a symbol in your backyard?
One in 48 billion!
Whoa!
You must feel pretty special.
[gasps]
And what are the odds that the aliens would leave a symbol on this cookie?
[gasps] Another symbol!
We got to tell somebody!
Sir, we keep finding this symbol all over the house:
the living room carpet, last night's leftovers...
And in a cookie!
...and a cookie. Wait, really?
What does it all mean?
Hm. More and more symbols.
It can only mean one thing.
That they're fake?
No, that the aliens are coming soon.
Very soon.
Here, tonight, in our humble town of Crackridge,
former home of the world's largest potato,
we will witness history
and become the first city ever to make contact with aliens.
-[cheering] -Take me to your planet!
[chuckles] That's the spirit!
[yawns]
If I could stay up late to watch wrestling,
I guess I can stay up late for aliens.
[snoring]
I've prepared a song for our weary space travelers,
and it goes a little something like this.
This just keeps getting better and better.
[ethereal synth]
♪ Welcome to Crackridge ♪
♪ The planets align ♪
♪ The universe brought us Your cosmic sign ♪
♪ So we say to you aliens Party, have fun ♪
♪ Here's a message for you In your native tongue ♪
[soaring synth solo]
[shrieks] Whoa!
[cheering]
[snores] Whoa! Wha--?
This ought to help.
[microphone whines]
OK, here's a thought.
If the aliens are really coming,
then what's taking them so long?
-Yeah, you know, Loy's got a point. -[murmuring]
I-I assure you fine citizens,
the aliens are coming.
Maybe the aliens are scared.
I mean, they've probably never seen beings like us before.
I know what will make them feel at home.
Seeing a familiar face!
Ah!
We got to find that alien costume, Bea.
Clown school diploma.
Gator Spinner.
-Gallon of mayonnaise? -[Bea] Bzz!
[gasps] There it is!
[grunts]
This should make those aliens feel welcome.
-[TV] Welcome back to Ultimate Chaos! -Huh?
Who's ready for the final matchup?
Final matchup?
Well, maybe those aliens can wait a second.
Tonight's last matchup is The Math Tutor
versus The Office Administrator.
Buckle up and taste the pain!
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah.
[wearily] Oh, yeah.
[snoring]
Ultimate Chaos.
[narrator] Turns out, staying up late has an undesirable effect on Archibald:
He sleepwalks.
Bzz-bzz!
[gasps]
Bzz!
-Bzz-bzz! -[snoring]
[grunts]
[snoring continues]
[squeaking]
[crackling]
[yells] What? What? What? Who won the match?
[gasps] Look! The aliens were just here!
-Huh? -Bzz-bzz!
Does that symbol remind you of anything?
-Huh? -[groans]
The symbol is the Ultimate Chaos logo.
Bzz-bzz-bzz!
I made the symbols?
[gasps] Even the one on the lawn?
Even the one on the lawn.
[Bea snoring]
As it turns out, Archibald had been sleepwalking quite a bit.
Ultimate Chaos.
-So, I guess there are no aliens. -Afraid so.
Who knew Ultimate Chaos would cause so many problems?
-It's right in the title, Archibald. -Yeah, good point.
I got to tell everybody the truth.
Attention, aliens!
We're ready when you are!
Um... Excuse me!
[crowd gasps]
[gasps] They do exist!
[cheering and applause]
-He's totally ripped! -Are you a registered voter?
-Are you reading my thoughts right now? -Can you teleport?
Do you have X-ray vision?
Uh... Hold on. I got something to say.
Show us your spaceship!
-[yelling over one another] -Ah!
[giggles]
Bea, why are they chasing me?
Bzz-bzz-bzz!
They think I'm the alien?
Oh, I got to get this mask off! I can't see a--
-[thud] -Bzz-bzz!
[groans]
[mob yelling]
Hey, Mr. Alien, you're supposed to say,
"Take me to your leader," and that's me!
I have so many questions!
What's the key to interstellar travel?
And how do you go to the bathroom in space?
[panting]
[sighs]
Oh, I think we lost them, Bea.
-Bzz-bzz! -Ah!
[mob yelling]
Hey, y'all, somebody left these flip-flops inside. Whoa.
I guess the aliens took everyone.
[grunting]
[chuckles]
Hey, where did he go?
-Alien! -He's got to be here somewhere.
I don't see him. He must be this way! Let's go!
[grunts]
Bea, help me take this off.
[Bea grunts]
-Ah! -Bzz-bzz...
Phew! Thanks, Bea. Let's go tell them the news.
[Mayor] Archibald?
What's going on?
I am the alien!
[crowd gasps]
[bystander] Hold on. The chicken's an alien?
No, I mean it was just me in an alien costume.
Oh, thanks for clarifying!
Archibald, what happened?
Well, I've been staying up way too late to watch Ultimate Chaos Wrestling,
but every night I fall asleep before it's over.
Anyone know if the Math Tutor won?
Anyway, I'm a sleepwalker, apparently,
and I've been making the alien symbols all over town.
But it's not an alien message, it's just the Ultimate Chaos logo.
[crickets chirping]
Prove it!
Well, I would, but I'm just so sleepy.
[snoring]
[kisses] I'm sorry I ever doubted you, science.
All right, time to wake up.
[gasps]
-Huh? -[rumbling]
The potato!
Uh-oh.
What in the feathered feet is that?
[crowd gasps]
Oh, it's beautiful!
So, it turns out the rock was more than just a rock.
Without further ado, I present to you
Crackridge's own Crystal Potato Rock!
This has to be the largest geode ever!
Yes! Bring on the tourists!
Yes! What's a geode?
It's a rock lined with colorful mineral depos--
-[yawns] -I'll explain it later.
Thanks to you, Archibald,
Crackridge is finally on the map.
Anytime, Mayor Fowler. [gasps]
Archibald, would you mind wearing a costume and passing out wallets for me?
I stuffed them full of my business cards.
Do I have to be awake?
[snoring]