[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] Archibald was excited for the Strutters' first ever yard sale.
Whoa!
Is this the Toast 9000
with bagel-warmer settings?
It sure is! And it's yours!
Great!
Well, OK, then.
Great work, Archibald! How much did you sell that toaster for?
Sell?
[groans] A yard sale doesn't work if we give away stuff for free.
Oh, right.
The Strutters were raising money to finally makeover their backyard.
Behold, my latest masterpiece!
Here we have Sage's rock wall, Loy's exotic plant garden,
Archibald and Bea's tandem hammock, and an outdoor amphitheater for yours truly.
Great job, Finly! How much have we made so far, Loy?
[Loy] Well...
[Sage] Archibald's giving everything away?
Let's just grab more stuff from inside, to be safe.
Ooh, a boomerang!
Ooh, another one!
[laughs]
[buzzing]
[gasps] Dusty? What are you doing out here?
You're not for sale.
[narrator] Dusty was Archibald's favorite baby toy.
Dusty's more than a baby toy.
He was my best friend. That was before I met you, Bea.
Bzz-bzz.
We would go on the best adventures.
He was the rootinest, scootinest partner that a chicken could ever dream of.
Now, you belong safe in my room, Dusty.
-Keep an eye on the sale, Bea! -Bzz-bzz!
How much for the weed-whacker?
Meanwhile, at a daycare up the street...
OK, babies, time to play.
We have the slide and...
Well, we have the slide.
-[babies sigh] -Who's up for a game of hide-and-seek?
One.
Two.
-Three. -[squeaking]
-Four. -[gasps]
Five. Six. Seven.
[squeaking]
[babbles]
[daycare owner] Eleven. Twelve.
-Thirteen. -[babbles]
[giggling]
[babbling]
[giggling]
Eighteen.
Nineteen.
Twenty!
Twenty-one. Twenty-two.
All right. Now that Dusty's safe and sound, this Strutter is ready to sell!
-[giggling] -Huh?
-[babbles] -Whoa! Where did you come from?
[babbling]
Uh-oh.
[narrator] With his new unexpected responsibility,
Archibald felt a bit in over his head.
Over my head? But they're right here.
-[babbling] -[Archibald gasps]
Sorry, guys.
Loy told me to sell these toys for money,
and unless you all have baby money...
Wait. Do you have baby money?
[baby farts]
[in unison] Archibald!
What are you doing with these babies?
What? I'm just doing what you said.
No more freebies!
[screams]
[wailing]
What is happening?
[customers grumbling]
Oh, no! We're losing customers!
Not at my yard sale.
OK, here's what we're gonna do.
Finly, Archibald, you two move these babies away from the sale.
-Keep them entertained. -Got it.
Sage, you'll find out where all these babies came from.
And I'm gonna run the sale, tackle that inventory,
and keep our eye on the prize so we bring home that cash for our yard makeover.
-Ready? -[all] One, two, three...
-Strutters! -Babies!
Where do babies come from? Where do babies come from?
Come on, you can do this.
-Ah! -[thud]
I think I found something!
That will be $6, please.
Hope you don't mind I pay in pennies.
-One. Two. -You know, I can just let you have it--
No, no. Six dollars is fair for a gently used salad scooper.
One. Two.
One. Hold on.
-One. Two. -[groans]
OK, this is a dramatic play in three parts.
You're a poet, who--
Whoa!
[screams and groans]
[giggling]
Scratch that. I guess it's a comedy.
Has anyone seen my hat?
[giggling and babbling]
-It's on your head, Finly. -Shh! Archibald, I'm in character.
Oh! Fun!
-OK, do what I do, bro. -OK!
Whoa-ho-ho!
Ooh! Ah!
[giggling]
[wailing]
Oh, no! We left them wanting more!
-I think I have a nickel. -[groans]
-One. Two. -[customers grumbling]
You know what, Finly? Why don't you go help Loy?
What about the babies?
Don't worry. I got a plan.
[grunts] Bea, what's our plan?
Bzz-bzz?
A bedtime story? Good idea!
[gasps] Gather round, babies. It's story time.
[wailing stops]
Once upon a time, there was an old box of unsweetened Corny-O's...
Bzz...
...which was bought by a chicken who didn't know they were sugar-free.
It was a sunny Saturday morning,
also known as "cereal's time to shine."
[yawns] Excuse me.
Two ninety-four.
Two ninety-five.
[grunting]
Still warm. I'm getting close.
[cash registers dinging]
[dinging continues]
[Loy] We're so close!
Whoa!
Oh...
Well, I broke it, I'll buy it.
Thanks.
Finly, we did it!
We have enough money for the new backyard!
All right! Let's tell Archibald the good news.
[snoring]
Chicken wanted to play with Corny-O's,
but he was too busy dancing with the talking spoon.
-[both] Archibald! -[screams]
Hi! Babies were taking a nap.
[gasps] They're no longer taking a nap!
OK, Loy, I know I messed up again, but it's gonna be OK because I have a--
Plan B. Bea, search the garden.
-Archibald, search the... Wait. -[clattering]
What is that?
[babies giggling]
-[gasps] -[babbling and giggling]
They've taken the house!
Ready or not, here I come.
Babies?
"Daycare."
Where someone cares,
during the day, for... babies!
Ha! Knew I had the answer!
-[babbling] -[Loy gasps]
[giggling continues]
[giggles]
[babies gasp]
[baby giggles]
H-Hey! Not so fast! That's my room!
Hold it right there!
[grunts]
Now, this room ain't big enough for the both of us, baby.
I mean, technically it is, but you still got to giddy-up out of here!
[grunts]
I said, get!
[grunts]
-[giggles] -Ah!
[gasps] I'm coming for you, Dusty!
[panting]
[gasps] Whoa!
[grunts]
Goo-goo-gotcha!
Now, let's go.
[babies babbling]
Phew! Well, that's all of them.
Now we need to figure out where they came from. Where's Sage?
Guys! I know where babies come from!
-[Loy] No! Close the door! -[babbling]
And they're gone.
Let me guess, you just got them under control?
Yep.
[panting] Babies?
[gasps] They've gotten out again!
[sighs] Are they getting faster?
What do we do now?
With no ideas, and no sign of the little ones,
Archibald and his siblings were at a loss.
I'm sorry, guys. This is all my fault.
If I didn't have so many toys, and didn't tell such a great bedtime story,
and didn't fall asleep during that bedtime story--
-Ah! Huh? -[babbles]
[giggling]
-[note rings out] -[gasps]
[gasps]
Hm. Actually, guys, I have an idea!
Finly, strum that there guitar.
Loy and Sage, start corralling these kiddos.
Let's have ourselves a roundup!
[giggling and babbling]
To the daycare!
[Finly] ♪ Giddy-up Get along, little babies ♪
♪ Giddy-up, get along, little babies ♪
♪ You've been drooling And crawling like cowpokes ♪
♪ Get along, get along ♪
Yee-haw!
[babies giggling and babbling]
-[babies gasp] -[sprinkler skittering]
[wailing]
Giddy-up, little babies!
Go!
[wailing]
[gasps]
No baby gets left behind!
[wailing stops]
[cheering]
Babies? My babies!
-They were just-- -[Loy] Right here.
-[giggles] -[gasps]
Babies! What happened?
Well, first I accidentally gave away the Toast 9000,
then babies showed up, but they didn't have money, and they--
...were perfect,
and safe, and not very fast.
Oh, don't scare me ever again!
Looks like our work here is done.
-[baby coos] -Huh?
-[babbles] -I guess this is goodbye.
[wind gusting]
Or maybe just "see you later."
One month later.
With money they earned,
the Strutters decided to make fancy yard dreams come true
for someone who needed it more.
[Finly] Behold, my newest latest masterpiece.
[giggling and babbling]
And that, kids, is how a chicken learned how to read cereal boxes.
[snoring]
The end.
[narrator] It was the day of the Crackridge Corny-O 500,
and Archibald was getting ready to compete.
The race was sponsored by Corny-O's.
What? I love Corny-O's!
Yes, Archibald and his favorite breakfast cereal go way back.
[chirps]
[horn toots]
-Bzz-bzz? -[gasps]
-Ooh! -[Finly] Hey!
Hope you win, Archibald.
And I hope you win, Murph.
Oh, I just want Speedy to finish the whole course.
Ooh! Nice name. My car's name's Ted.
-Good day, racers! -[snaps fingers]
[both gasp] It's happening!
I'm Jagger Jonathan.
You know me as acclaimed fashion designer,
slash tastemaker, slash genius.
Today I'm Corny-O's official spokes-animal for the Crackridge Corny-O 500!
[cheering]
Remember, whoever wins the race gets a lifetime supply of Corny-O's!
The winner gets a lifetime supply of Corny-O's?
Let's get started, shall we?
Yes! Now!
On your mark, get set, go!
[horn blares]
We got this, Bea! Eye on the prize.
You're doing great, Speedy!
Come on, Speedy! We can do it!
Heh! Now we're moving!
Whoa!
And now we're not.
It's OK, Speedy.
I'll get you fixed up and we'll conquer this course...
someday.
I can't get those Corny-O's out of my mind.
[gasps] Those clouds looks delicious!
-Huh? -Bzz-bzz!
Ah!
Whoa!
[Jagger] And... the chicken wins!
Oh, the chicken won.
-You're the chicken, Archibald. -I am?
[gasps] I am!
Ah! I won! I won!
Kudos to you-dos.
Thank you-dos.
-It's not edible. -Uh-huh.
In the midst of his glory,
Archibald was thrilled to receive his first shipment of--
Corny-O's!
Can life get any better?
Yes, it can!
As winner of the race,
any time you want more Corny-O's,
simply press this button and a shipment will arrive, pronto.
Pronto? When is that?
Pronto means "immediately," Archibald.
Whoa. The future is here!
Archibald wasted no time eating his grand prize.
D-lish!
Pleased to eat you.
I'll see you around later.
Mm. So good.
Whoa!
-So-- -Good?
You know me so well.
Hm. You know what this comic book needs?
A nighttime bowl of...
You finished it all, Archibald.
What? Already?
Bzz-bzz?
Oh, yeah, the remote.
[beep]
[three beeps]
Hello? More Corny-O's, please!
Hm.
-Is anyone out there? -[crickets chirping]
Anyone?
So much for "pronto."
Maybe it's broken.
[three beeps]
I do like the sound of that beep.
♪ Beep-beep-beep, beep-beep ♪
♪ Bah-b-bah! Bah-b-bah! Ooh! ♪
♪ Beep, beep-beep-beep Beep-beep-beep, beep ♪
Turns out the Corny-O's factory was indeed receiving Archibald's order.
[beeping]
[alarm blares]
[beeping intensifies]
Sir! We're receiving more orders from the chicken, sir!
I've never seen so many orders.
Uh... Sir? What should we do, sir?
That chicken really loves his Corny-O's.
Listen up, team!
New game plan!
[beep]
-[thud] -[screams]
-I think your Corny-O's arrived. -Really?
Yes! Corny-O's for life!
Bro, that's a lot.
[grunting]
-Hey, guys. -Hi, Murph.
I finally fixed Speedy.
I'm gonna hit the course and cross that finish li--
Never mind.
Archibald, are you really gonna eat all of that cereal yourself?
Well... Don't move.
Eight hours later.
Can we move now, Archibald?
Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.
[Archibald] I present to you, Corny-O loaf,
cream of Corny-O soup,
and Corny-O sushi!
Bon appétit!
[groans] It's moving!
Points for creativity, bro.
And for dessert,
salad topped with Corny-O croutons!
Salad?
Turns out Corny-O's do not want to be pie.
Dig in, everyone!
Ah! Corny-whoa!
What happened?
My food science is a little rusty,
but if I had to hypothesize,
I'd say there was a molecular bonding
between the salad dressing and the Corny-O.
And this chicken's reaction is to do it again!
Easy, chicken!
One drop is more than enough.
Even with his Corny-O feast...
[gasps]
...Archibald barely made a dent in his supply.
Seriously?
What do I do?
I still have so much left.
I can't let it go to waste.
[high-pitch voice] Hey! Down here!
Can I get some?
Yeah, please, eat as much as you want!
Oh, no, no, no. I'm cereal-intolerant.
But I just joined a twirly-hooping league, so...
Here you go.
Thanks, chicken!
-Hm. -Bzz-bzz-bzz-bzz.
I already have a twirly hoop, Bea. You know that.
Bzz! Bzz-bzz!
I know. What are we gonna do with all these Corny-O's?
-Bzz-bzz! -[gasps] You're right, Bea!
It's not just food.
Corny-O's can be anything!
Voilà! Corny-O art!
We are nailing abstract expressionism, bro.
We are nailing and gluing.
What do you mean you forgot to sew my jumpsuit collection?
My fashion show is today!
[chuckles] Sorry, Jagger.
I got a bit distracted!
Mr. Jagger, I think I can help.
[audience gasps]
Presenting my new line called "Corny-O Couture."
Sissy that walk, girl!
[chuckles] You better work!
[screams]
We're gonna need a bigger boat.
[crowd cheering]
Kudos to you-dos, happy couple!
Archibald was relieved to only have a few bites of Corny-O's left.
So good.
Come on, Speedy. You can do it this time!
[grunts]
[horn blaring]
[gasps] I know!
Murph, you just got yourself a pit crew!
Whoa!
Wicked wheels, Archibald! Thanks!
Don't mention it.
It's my dream to finish the course,
and now I can do it!
Be careful with dreams!
Sometimes you get a giant box of them.
Looks like you did it, Archibald.
-Did what? -Your supply is finally gone.
Yes!
I never want to see another Corny-O ever again!
Guess I won't be needing you anymore.
Good riddance!
Hon, where's the garage-door opener?
Oh.
Here it is!
-[beeping] -[muttering]
Let me try, dear.
No, no, no. I've got it.
[rapid beeping]
[worker] Code Orange? No, wait.
Code Red? What comes after red?
[voice over PA] We have a Code Magenta. I repeat: Code Magenta!
-[screaming] -[alarm blaring]
[worker] Move, move, move!
-Hon, you're pressing it wrong. -[beeping]
These clickers never work.
[rapid beeping]
-[workers yelling] -[boss] Attention!
No one goes home
until the factory's entire stock of Corny-O's is delivered to the chicken!
This is what we've trained for!
Yes, sir!
Sir, how will we deliver the cereal? We're out of boxes. Sir!
Not yet, we aren't.
We've still got one box left.
The next day, a determined Murph was making one last attempt
to finish the course.
-[Sage] Go, Murph! -[cheering]
-You got this! -Come on, Murph!
Wahoo!
Am I starring in my own bad dream?
It's fine, it won't drop any further.
[rumbling]
Must be all those vitamins and minerals.
-[car horn honking] -Bzz!
[Murph] Ha-ha!
Yeah! Whoo!
-Oh, no! Murph, watch for the trench! -Murph, hit the brakes!
Go, Speedy! Faster! Faster!
She can't hear us! What are we gonna do?
I was going to compliment you on those Corny-O wheels,
but I think we're in the middle of a crisis!
[gasps] Corny-O's! That's it!
Wahoo! You're doing great, Speedy!
I don't know if this is the best time for salad, bro.
Oh, it's always a good time for salad! But that's not the point.
We're gonna need more dressing!
And fast!
Hey! Neighbors!
-Huh? -Huh?
I need you to pour your salad dressing into this trench.
Murph is in danger!
I hate blue cheese, anyway.
Then why do you keep buying it?
[Murph] Whoa!
[Archibald] Yeah! Yeah, keep going!
[Murph laughs]
[Archibald] Keep pouring! We're almost there!
Whoa! Oh!
I can't stop! I didn't make brakes!
But we did it, Speedy! We finished the course!
-[rumbling] -Whoa!
Upgrade!
Ah, the sweet smell of success.
[sniffs] Nope, that's just salad dressing.
Kudos to me-dos.
I thought you were sick of those.
You want some?
No, thank you, Archibald.
[Archibald] More for me.