♪ Theme song! ♪
♪ Cupcake and Dino Cupcake and Dino-o-oh ♪
♪ General Services, that's what we do, we do ♪
♪ Cupcake and Dino Cupcake and Dino-o-oh ♪
♪ General Services, and here's my bro ♪
-♪ We'll groom your pets ♪ -♪ We'll mop your floor ♪
♪ We'll deliver ninjas to your door ♪
♪ Cupcake and Dino Cupcake and Dino-o-oh ♪
♪ General Services ♪
[snoring and mumbling]
-Alarm sound! Alarm sound! -Ah!
Wakey, wakey, Dino and Cakey!
What? Where? When? Ah! Why?
[Uncle Chance, muffled] Help! Help me!
[gasping] That annoying ghost is back.
No, it's Uncle Chance. He needs us!
[dramatic music]
Be careful. I've fallen off and hit my head from there before.
I think. What are we talking about?
Wait. You seem a little too happy
for a guy who's about to have a dangerously high fall.
-[party horns tooting] -Happy Annual Inventory Day!
It's the very special day when we tally up all our stock.
F... fun!
-Oh, please, no. -Ah, we've been duped.
Can you feel it?
The thrill of the count, the beep of the scanner?
[sniffing] The smell of the spoiled eggs?
[whispering] The boringness of everything he just said.
[whispering] The whispering of two brothers.
The uncle who can hear everything.
Now boys, you're probably thinking
you're gonna get out of this like you have in the past.
But not today!
It's time for in-fun-tory!
In-fun-tory...
[snickering] That's-that's good.
You know, I can't help but notice
your lack of taking this clipboard.
Oh, uh, we'd love to do inventory, Uncle Chance,
but we just can't.
Oh, yeah, no, we've got a... general service gig,
coincidentally booked for the exact amount of time
that inventory takes, so...
[gibberish] These hands are tied.
Hugo! There you are! Hot Q for you:
what general service gig is breaking our hearts
and taking us away from Uncle Chance's
amazing inventory job?
Uh, the job is at the Goody Bag... taking inventory.
[hearty laugh]
I knew you'd try and get out of it,
so I booked you guys for a gig!
Clients come first, am I right?
Yeah, he's right.
[eerie music]
Does it ever end? [echo] ...end... end...
[Dino's voice] No, it doesn't! [echo] ...doesn't... doesn't...
Hm. Cool.
You boys are finally gonna learn the joys of real grocerying.
But remember...
[reproving voice]... you have to do a proper job
with the purest of hearts,
or you'll suffer great consequences.
[eerie voice] No shortcuts!
Good luck!
See you when every single thing ever's been counted!
Ugh! This is gonna take forever.
Yeah, but if we don't do it, there'll be consequences
and punishment and death!
That last part was creative licence.
Those old grocer tales don't scare me.
As long as we have a "general" idea,
including "some" numbers, it'll be fine.
Let's just guess. We'll probably be close enough... ish.
Guessing? That sounds like a game!
A guessing game. I'm in!
I'm counting. I'm counting. Still counting now.
And...
-947,552. -14!
Okay, maybe we'll meet somewhere in the middle.
-2011. That sound good to you? -Yeah.
-Uncle Chance! We're done! -Already?
I knew if you guys used some good old-fashioned elbow grease,
you'd come through.
[woman] Are the fibbers finished?
-[woman] So soon... -Uh... yes!
[woman] If you're truly finished, then,
you'll have no problem telling me exactly how many goods
live in the Goody Bag.
Absolutely, mysterious and creepy voice.
We have 2011?
-Wrong! -[Uncle Chance muffled yell]
I'll give you a lesson in counting.
What's one minus one uncle?
[malicious laughter]
[gasping] Zero uncles!
Help! Boys!
[dramatic music]
[both yelling]
Slow your roll, boys. You met Inventory Ariel, didn't you?
Yes! And she took Uncle Chance. Wait, how did you know?
She was a stock girl here ages ago.
She loved it so much, she ended up living down there.
She was always one ounce short of a full serving,
if you know what I mean.
-I do not. -How do we get Uncle Chance back?
If you want him back, there's only one thing to do.
Inventory!
[sighing] Are you sure? Like, sure-sure?
I mean, for Uncle Chance, we'll do it.
-You're sure-sure, though, right? -Yep!
[sighing] Well, then, inventory, here we come.
-Hurray... -Blech...
-Ariel! We want our uncle back! -Bring your worst.
-We can handle it! -Your worst?
Why give that option?
I was hoping you'd say that.
-Ah! -Hi.
We want to see Uncle Chance!
I'm sure you do. And you will.
Maybe. Honestly, who knows?
Can one really be sure of anything?
I mean, do I have arms? Yes.
But do I have arms now?
-[both] Yes. -You're learning already.
Well...
to get your uncle back, all you have to do is
what you were supposed to do to begin with.
[devilish voice] Inventory!
And if you don't... [malicious laughter]
What does that laugh imply? What does it imply?!
[Ariel] Oh yeah,
one more thing, every inventory worker builds up an appetite,
so I thought I'd do you a favour,
-and give you a little soup. -Well, that's courteous.
I'm giving low marks for presentation,
but I am not too proud to sip soup from the floor.
[grumbling]
[growling] Soup!
Okay, that's a deal-breaker. Run!
[panting] Ahh!
-[growling] -Gotta inventory.
Four mops, five mops, uh, six.
Ah! Oh, don't worry,
it's just a pit filled with super hot hot sauce.
I'm sure it's not dangerous.
[whistling] I was super wrong.
Hope you have a big spoon!
I don't have a spoon! Only mops! Useless mops!
Uh... Caught between a soup monster and a chasm filled with deadly hot sauce.
What to do? What to do?!
Your favourite track-and-field event.
-Discus. How's that gonna help? -Nope. Pole vault.
Yah!
It's no discus, but I guess pole vault's sort of fine!
-[growling] -[yelling]
Wrong sport, but not bad. I'd give you a bronze medal.
Thanks, Dino.
-Minus four mops. -[growling]
-Ha! -[gasping] This way!
Ha!
What do we do, Cup? He's slowly closing in on us.
I can feel his breath on my body.
Oh... okay, no, that's just this oddly placed fan.
[dramatic music]
I know how to stop him, Dino.
We'll use... friendship.
That's adorable, and I love your spirit,
but it might not cut the mustard here, Cup.
-Let's just noodle that some more. -No, Dino, I mean.
[gasping] Of course!
[both] Friendship-brand toilet paper!
♪ Because even your behind deserves a best friend ♪
Oh no! There's only one pack left. It isn't gonna be enough!
[both gasping] Inventory is important!
-Don't worry, I got this. -[dialing]
Hi, Friendship-brand toilet paper?
Dino here, from the Goody Bag. Oh, good, good, good.
How are you? Oh, my goodness! You saw--
Oh wow, she did, huh?
[growling]
What are you gonna call her? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Right, so we could use some more stock.
-[loud crash] -[honking]
Thank you!
[growling]
Super absorby, yet gentle on skin.
-Yah! -[grunting]
[growling]
[slow, dramatic music]
Aah!!
So plush!
[gurgling]
-We did it! -Yeah!
You have almost proven yourselves. You can get your uncle back.
He's just through this wall of goods.
All you need to do is give me the right inventory number.
Then, the goods will part and you will have your precious uncle back.
Easy. I have my clipboard right...
No! I dropped it.
-Oh, but I had it! -Oooh!
So sorry! I guess your Uncle Chance lives here now forever!
No!
I... understand now. I just needed the right motivation.
Like my uncle being uncle-napped.
For him, I have become Inventory, counter of goods!
It's 14, isn't it? 14 goods?
13,476.
You are... wrong!
Wait! Minus four mops.
It's 13,472.
You chose...
correctly.
[gasping] Cup! That was amazing!
[gasping]
-Hey, guys. -[both] Uncle Chance!
Great job.
This is a weird form of imprisonment.
Ha! Yeah. You know, Ariel and I did this whole thing
to teach you two a lesson about responsibility.
Pretty good, right?
Ariel is my eternal keeper of the stock.
Sure, she's an odd duck,
but she's also a great-to-have-around duck.
Quack. You couldn't get rid of me if you tried.
-[startled yell] -Sorry about the fright, friends.
Sir Albus Broththrop the Fourth,
classically trained actor, at your service.
Oh, you were terrific.
That is what I am talking about.
Well, we learned a valuable lesson.
Is it that inventory's an incredibly important aspect
of the well-being of any retail store?
Uh, sort of. But more that we need to have Hugo clear
all of our gigs with us before we accept them.
Well, at least it was fun to pull one over on you guys.
Let's celebrate. Who's hungry?
Yeah, I'll try it.
What?
-[Cupcake scatting] -[telephone ringing]
[Hugo] Dino, grab Cup.
We just got a real monster of a general service gig.
A monster, huh?
Well, you tell that werewolf that Cup and Dino are ready for round two!
Well, it's more a monster in a metaphorical sense.
Nuts. Okay, hold on.
Take a gander at this schedule, fellas.
I think you'll find it as beautiful as it is accurate.
Glorious! So many shades of green:
forest, mint, swamp.
Peas, puke, envy.
And hedges. Looks like today, we're trimming hedges
for esteemed millionaire Noel Rollbar!
-Cha-ching! -Cha-ching indeed, Dino!
Impressing a millionaire is the best way to boost our reputation.
Maybe he'll make us millionaires!
♪ Rich brothers' dance Rich brothers' dance ♪
♪ It's the future of us brothers ♪
♪ And the way that we dance ♪
We should go.
-Probably a good idea. -Take it to the bridge!
Ha ha! Nice digs!
So, this is how the upper crust lives.
-[both gasp] -Noel Rollbar!
His gold rings have gold rings.
Ah, the help is here!
Well, you should know by looking at me
that I have a higher standard than most of the rabbleronk you work for.
So don't messy up my wonderful hedges!
Yes, sir. If I may just compliment your--
Alright, I'll work from the front, you start from the back.
[Dino] Meet you in the middle!
Remember, Cup, stay true.
Straight and steady, trim the hedgy.
♪ Trim one, trim all ♪
♪ Trimy that hedge and have a ball ♪
Angles and lines and... I'm doing fine.
♪ Hot and sloppy Body all floppy ♪
♪ Trimmy trimmy ♪
[muttering]
Don't trim me, Cupcake,
trim the limits of your imagination.
[moaning]
-[psychedelic music] -[snipping]
Serviced! Not bad, huh?
Whoa! Spiffy!
What happened, Cup?
It was like my brain dissolved into a million pieces
and then, reassembled. Then, this.
What is this?!
Half the lawn's done very well and the other half--
Sorry, Mr. Rollbar.
I just... it was hot and this branch told me to--
Lose my mind! This is incredible!
You, custard shoulders, you're a natural artist!
Oh, uh... well, thank you, sir,
but I'm more of a general services guy.
No, you are a specific services man.
And that service is to create.
I know hordes of art fans who would absolutely adore you.
I... Did you say "adore"?
Oh boy, here we go again.
Yes, adore!
My muffin-shaped friend, you are an artist.
I am an artist!
Uh, this doesn't really feel like your usual kind of place, Cup.
Now that I am an artist,
this is the only place I fit in, baby!
Huh.
Hm, they made a little seagull in the foam. Nice touch.
You hate seagulls, Cup.
You call them sky rats or wing-weasels.
I'm a new man, Dino.
I can finally see the beauty in the world!
That's great. I always say you should stop
and smell the roses. Or smell anything, really.
Not garbage, though. Don't smell garbage.
There you are.
We're way behind on general services.
Look at all the other appointments
you still have left to do today. They're in red.
General services? Ha! Yawn.
-What?! -Pardon me?!
General services is too many rules, man.
If I wanted rules, I'd go to the ruler store.
There's a ruler store?
Cool!
You don't actually mean that, right, Cup?
New guy, huh? What kinda art do you do?
[soft music]
Big deal, we've all cleaned spilt...
Whoa! It looks just like me!
-Does it? -Call me... Cupsy.
[soft cheering and applause]
Now, check this!
[all] Wow!
-It's a metaphor for greed! -[all] Whoa!
Cup, shouldn't we go back to doing general services?
Fine, Dino. If we must.
Cupsy out!
♪ Cleaning the gutters Hey how you do that ♪
♪ Anyway I want Anyway I want ♪
I made a rainbow, baby.
-Yeah. Yeah... -Astonishing.
-Whoa. -Amazing.
[growling]
Good dog. Alright, time for the next lesson. Sit.
-[growling] -Sit!
[speaking rhythmically] Hey, Dino!
Let Cupsy have a try, cover your eyes.
Sure, but all we were asked to do is teach this dog to sit,
so no weird stuff, okay?
[Cupcake] Weird is in the eye of the beholder, baby.
-[softly] Stop calling me, baby. -[Cupcake whispering] You can look now.
I changed his perception of what it means to be a dog, baby.
Woof, woof or whatever.
-Whoa! Yeah. -Wow!
Hey, uh, Cupsy, could you help me out just a little bit or like... at all?
I don't know, Dino.
This whole fence thing isn't really my vibe.
Right. It's our vibe!
We do general services together
and we love them together, remember?
[Dino] Come on, Cup. Don't forget the good thing we have here.
[humming]
What are you doing?
I'm humming a sweet tune to help you reminisce.
[humming]
-You worry too much, Dino. -[sighing]
[motor revving]
What the...? Cupcake! Wait, what are you doing?!
Freedom holes, baby.
A way to escape the walls of oppression.
What are you even talking about? You're not oppressed!
You're a pastry who runs a small business.
Enough is enough!
Cupcake, I love you,
but this phony art business is getting out of hand.
-[rumbling] -Huh?
It's a Cupsy original! Get it!
Cupcake!
I'm a Cupsy original!
[gasping] What have I done?
Freedom!
Ew, the paint's still wet.
Ah! Can't find Dino anywhere.
I checked the coffee shop, the graffiti wall,
the depths of my psyche. This is all my fault.
If you took the time to notice my immaculate schedule,
you'd see that Dino's at Noel Rollbar's for an art party.
It was in the paper.
I put it in grey because I'm not sure how I feel about that guy.
Rollbar, of course.
Hugo, hold all my art calls! I've got a brother to rescue.
And I have the equally tantalizing task of more highlighting!
[humming contentedly]
Cupsy, baby, you're gonna love
how I'm displaying your latest work. And voilà!
[Cupcake gasps loudly]
Oh, hi... Cupsy.
Hm.
It's a statement about freedom, man.
Like, in a way, aren't we all a dinosaur on a chandelier?
-[Cupcake] Not really. -What?!
I mean uh...
if we're not that, what are we, right?
-Uh, yeah, that's profound. -Uh-huh.
-[man] That's legitimate. -[sigh of relief]
Is this my home now?
It's kinda lacking room for activity.
This isn't right.
Maybe we should let him down, now.
[laughing] No.
Hm. While I agree he is a stunning work of art,
he's still, for sure, my brother.
Loyalty mustn't mess with art history, Cupsy.
This is your greatest work!
So unless you can do better than this, I'm keeping it.
Forever!
Forever! Ah! Do something, Cupsy!
Work your weird magic that I totally don't understand!
I got you in this mess, Dino, I'll get you out.
Prepare for your world to be rocked, Noel Rollbar.
[clucking]
Presenting my newest piece...
ta-dah!
Now this, I like.
-Not one of your finer works. -You think?
I call it the honey bee blues.
It is a statement on... Ow!
Oh, no, no! Ow! No, no.
Hm. Maybe I was wrong about you.
Bees like eggs? I learn something new every day.
[screaming]
That's just the bee thing, but with snakes.
Ow!
[grunting]
Can't get much worse than this.
-[ship's horn blowing] -Spoke too soon.
Oh! You've lost your touch, Cupsy.
Now, I may not "get" art,
but he drove a boat on land!
Be impressed!
You're a flash-in-the-pan, Cupsy, if that is your real name.
It's not my name!
My name is Cupcake and I work in general services,
like mowing lawns and painting fences.
And... fishing!
-[uptempo music] -[Cupcake] Slide on down, Dino!
[Dino grunting] Whoa! You're giving up art for me?
I've done stupider things for you, buddy.
Now, let's roll!
[engine revving]
-Stop them! Use the art! -[engine humming]
[both] Whoa!
Argh!
You ruin my party, you steal my art
and you disgrace our fine community.
I vow to make you my personal enemy for...
-[door opening] -[gasping] Whoa!
Oh, weird house. Cool boat.
Guys, you have a 6 am general service tomorrow morning,
should I cancel?
Who is this divine piece of everything?
And what is that amazing piece he has with him?
I'm Hugo and this is just the general services schedule.
Hu-Go. Yes!
Hu-Go!
Well, that piece looks just perfect!
The colour! The composition!
Come with me, you're gonna be a star.
Me?
Hipsters, please remove all that old, irrelevant Cupsy art.
Hu-Go has arrived. Ha! Ha!
[Dino] Thanks for the save, Cupsy.
Ah, it's just Cupcake now, Dino.
I think I'm gonna put my art career on hold for a while.
Indefinitely. Forever.
Like, I'll never do that again.
[sighing] So everything's back to normal?
Yep. Everything!
So yeah, I just draw this line here, like this.
[all] Whoa.
And I put a dot here, 'cause it signifies
a commitment my bosses have coming up.
Yay. Art.