K'nuckles: Flapjack.
Hey, Flapjack. Come with me!
We'll go and see a place called Candied Island!
Bubbie: ♪ Who needs Candied Island? ♪
♪ It's safer at the docks ♪
K'nuckles: ♪ But there ain't no streams ♪
♪ Of sodie pop to go drippin' down the rocks ♪
Bubbie: ♪ It's dangerous and risky ♪
K'nuckles: ♪ But adventurous and free ♪
Flapjack: ♪ Adventure, that's the life for me ♪
K'nuckles: ♪ There's lollipop trees and a lemonade sea! ♪
Bubbie: Doesn't sound very good to me.
♪ The misadventures of... ♪
Flapjack: ♪ Flapjack ♪
[ SPLASH ]
Bubbie: [ GROANING ]
Flapjack: What's wrong, Bubbie?
Bubbie: I'm not sure, sweetie.
I think I have a tummy ache.
Flapjack: Uh-oh.
Bubbie: My tummy hasn't hurt
this bad since I was in that
stormalong pie-eating contest
all those years ago.
I never had a pie before.
Doesn't it look cute, though?
When I say, "Begin the eating of the pies, "
begin the eating of the pies.
[ CROWD MURMURING ]
Begin the eating of the pies.
[ CHEWING LOUDLY ]
Bubbie: [ GULPS ] Oh, yeah, that's good.
Mmm-mmm!
You keep putting these pies in front of me,
and I'm gonna keep eating them.
Mmm! Ooh, that's real good.
You got two hands, baby.
Don't be shy.
Mmm!
Hey, those are our pies!
Bubbie: No, honey. They're my pies now.
Now, help that man bring Bubbie more pie.
Mmm! Mm-mm-mm!
Don't just stand there.
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ]
Mmm! Faster!
Oh, never mind!
[ CROWD SHOUTING ]
[ GROWLING ]
I'm so happy. Oh, I'm so happy. I'm so happy.
I'm so happy.
[ CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ]
Then I got a stomachache.
Oh, but this pain is much worse.
[ GROANING ]
Flapjack: You're gonna be okay, though,
Aren't you, Bubbie?
Bubbie: I don't know, sugar.
It feels pretty serious.
Flapjack: But you're my Bubbie!
Bubbie: [ GROANING ]
Flapjack: I got to have my Bubbie.
K'nuckles: I'll be your Bubbie.
[ GULPING ]
[ BELCHES ]
Get in here, boy.
Flapjack: I'll get Dr. Barber.
I'm a Doctor Barber, not a veterinarian barber.
Flapjack: Oh.
Well, what would you do
if I had a tummy ache?
[ LAUGHS ]
You don't have a tummy,
Flapjack.
We humans have a sophisticated
system of pulleys and counterweights,
accessed by a convenient food hole.
Flapjack: Bubbie has a food hole, too!
Really?
Then try some hot tea.
Bubbie: Hot tea?
Flapjack: Yeah.
Dr. Barber says to pour it down
your food hole.
Bubbie: oh!
[ CHUCKLES ]
Flapjack: Does that feel better, Bubbie?
Bubbie: Oh, yes.
[ GIGGLES ]
Like a warm little hug on my insides.
I think I'm gonna be --
[ GROANING ]
No!
It still hurts!
Maybe it wasn't a big enough hug.
Flapjack: Well, if all you need is a hug,
good thing I have a pair of these monsters.
Bubbie: [ SCREAMS ]
Flapjack: [ GRUNTING ]
I'll go down there and give your tummy a big hug.
K'nuckles: Don't go down there, boy.
Flapjack: Whoa! Cap'n!
What are you doing back here?
K'nuckles: Just 'cause you're not watching old K'nuckles
doesn't mean he's not watching you.
Flapjack: Wow!
That's...kind of scary.
K'nuckles: Not as scary as going into the guts of a whale.
Flapjack, before I was a captain with a boy and a whale,
I was a captain with another boy and another whale.
Now, remember, Tuppence, as soon as you find my watch,
tug on the rope two times, and I'll pull you up.
[ FRENCH ACCENT ] I will see you again, will I not,
Captain K'nuckle?
K'nuckles: Uh, sure.
Un, deux, trois!
K'nuckles: I never saw my watch again.
Bubbie: [ GROANING LOUDLY ]
Both: Aah!
Flapjack: Get me down there, K'nuckles.
K'nuckles: [ GRUNTING ]
When you want me to pull you up,
tug on the rope two times,
just like I told poor Tuppence.
Better make it three times.
Flapjack: Okay!
Is this your tummy, Bubbie?
Bubbie: Uh, no, baby.
That's my throat.
My tummy's on the other side.
Flapjack: Hey.
[ SQUISHING ]
"Happy Birthday, Flapjack."
Bubbie: Oh, you weren't supposed to see that
till your birthday.
Flapjack: Thanks, Bubbie.
Wait, that's the breakfast in bed I made for you
- for your birthday. - Bubbie: Uh...
Flapjack: You never ate my breakfast in bed!
Bubbie: You know I love you, Flapjack,
but you're a terrible cook.
Flapjack: Well, no argument there.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ SLOOP! ] Wow!
Bubbie: Climb down the vocal cords, baby.
Flapjack: Okay!
Bubbie: [ ECHOING ] oh, easy now, baby.
Once you get past the vocal cords,
we won't be able to hear each other.
If anything happens to me while you're down there,
I want you to promise me two things.
Pull the rope so K'nuckles can get you out of there.
And find someone to raise you...
- that's not K'nuckles. - K'nuckles: hey!
Flapjack: Aren't you gonna raise me, Bubbie?
Bubbie: Sure, baby.
[ SEA GULLS SQUAWKING ]
[ ECHOING ] Just hurry!
Flapjack: [ GRUNTS ]
[ STOMACH SQUEAKING, BUBBLING ]
[ STOMACH BURPS ]
This place is huge.
I don't know where to start hugging.
You could start with me, young man.
Flapjack: Aah!
Ooh! Ooh! [ LAUGHS ]
I didn't mean to startle you.
My name is Ruth.
What's yours?
Flapjack: Flapjack.
Flapjack.
Oh, what a wonderful name for a boy.
[ LAUGHS ]
[ SIGHING ]
that's the first hug I've gotten down here,
and I've been down here for quite some time.
Flapjack: How'd you get here in the first place?
Oh, it's a very funny story
that started very long ago.
I was baking pies for the stormalong pie-eating
contest and cooling them on the windowsill.
Oh. I had many suitors in those days.
Ruth, you must summon the constable --
for you have stolen my heart.
[ BRITISH ACCENT ] Ruth, you must give me a bandage,
because I scraped my knee whilst falling for you.
All: Ruth, you must be a...
- Martian... - Disease...
All: Because you...
- are out of this world. - have made me lovesick.
All: Ruth! Ruth! Ruth! Ruth!
I was almost ready to choose.
I just had to bake one more pie.
Bubbie: Oh, I'm so happy!
I'm so happy! Oh!
I'm so hungry!
Mmm!
[ GURGLING ]
I've been down here ever since,
baking the pie.
Luckily, my oven was swallowed, also.
So I'm doomed to a life of baking this one pie,
over and over again,
like a wound that will never fully heal.
Oh, and I've recently taken up knitting...
Uh, pies.
All done!
Bubbie: Aah!
Both: Aah!
Flapjack: That's it! Bubbie's tummy's
been hurting 'cause you've been sticking
your needles into it!
Oh, no!
I didn't mean to hurt anyone.
I just wanted to have a little
fun before I die.
Flapjack: Well, you better not die yet,
'cause we're going back to stormalong!
Oh, that's a nice thought, young man,
but there is no way out.
Flapjack: Oh, yes, there is.
Hold on tight, Ruth.
When I give K'nuckles a signal,
he's gonna yank us out of here.
One...
Two...
Three!
Huh?
"Went to the Candy Barrel.
Back soon -- K'nuckles."
So, where's Flapjack?
K'nuckles: I left him a note.
A note, huh?
Like the note you left for me?!
K'nuckles: Tuppence!
Where's my watch?
Flapjack: Bubbie!
Bubbie!
Bu-u-u-u-bbie!
She can't hear you, child.
You'll never see your Bubbie again.
Do you know what makes me feel better?
Flapjack: Pie.
Let's bake pie together.
Flapjack: I can't bake pie.
You have the rest of your life to learn.
♪ Close your eyes ♪
♪ Your thoughts unwind ♪
♪ Imagine pie ♪
[ LAUGHS ]
♪ Use your mind ♪
♪ What goes inside ♪
♪ Imagine pie ♪
Flapjack: ♪ Even I ♪
♪ Can give a try ♪
♪ Imagination ♪
♪ Pi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-e ♪
That's some imagination.
30 minutes at 450 should do it.
Bubbie: [ GURGLING ]
Oh, my. Bubbie's starting to rot.
Mm!
Flapjack: Whoa!
Bubbie: [ GAGS ]
Both: AAH!
Ruth! I must be dead, because you look like an angel.
[ BRITISH ACCENT ] Ruth, you must be a library book,
'cause I'm checking you out.
- Ruth! - Ruth!
All: Ruth! Ruth! Ruth! Ruth!
[ CHUCKLES ] I'll marry you all.
[ ALL CHEER ]
Bubbie: You okay, baby?
Flapjack: I'm okay, Bubbie.
And so are you.
These were in your tummy,
from when you swallowed that nice lady.
Now, who wants pie?
[ ALL MUTTERING ]
Bubbie: Hmm, now that I'm feeling better,
I am kind of hungry.
What time is it, anyway?
K'nuckles: Lunchtime!
[ WATCH TICKING ]
Flapjack: Ah!
[ LAUGHTER ]
[ KNOCK ON DOOR ]
Flapjack: Delivery!
Mm.
Where's the regular delivery guy?
Flapjack: Over there.
He asked us to deliver this for him.
K'nuckles: actually, he begged us to.
[ LAUGHS ] Oh, yes -- him.
Remember, your next surgery is 50% off, yes!
I've been waiting for this package.
Mm...
[ SNIFFS ]
Mm.
Flapjack: What are you doing to that candy?
This isn't just candy.
It's fancy candy.
And I'm not just doing something to it.
I'm encountering it.
First, I check it for color and consistency.
Then I allow the air to unlock its aroma. Then...
[ SNIFFS ] Yes.
This piece is Chock Chocolat de la Fleur,
wrapped in 1647.
Good year. Yes.
Flapjack: Wow!
You really know a lot about candy.
Yes.
At least...
I used to.
Flapjack: Dr. Barber?
Flapjack, did you ever have
to make a decision that would
decisively change every decision
you'll ever decide again?
Flapjack: W-what?
I've got to go.
Flapjack: Wait!
You can't go, Dr. Barber!
What if someone needs surgery or even worse--
an emergency haircut?
Hmm. You have a point.
You fellas can mind the store while I'm gone.
K'nuckles: Hey, what's in it for me?
I-I mean us.
I'll give you each one of these.
Flapjack: ♪ It's a piece of perfect candy ♪
♪ From the big candy-lovey episode ♪
♪ Buh-da-da-da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a ♪
But only if you mind the store
and don't look in that drawer...
No matter how tempting.
[ GROWLS ]
Bye-bye now.
Flapjack: Oh, my goodness, K'nuckles.
This is gonna be a piece of cake.
K'nuckles: [ LAUGHS ] Don't you mean
a piece of fancy candy?
[ BOTH LAUGH ]
Flapjack: Yeah, I guess that is what I mean.
[ BOTH LAUGH ]
K'nuckles: Hey, uh, I wonder what's in that drawer.
We should go and look.
Flapjack: What?! No!
K'nuckles, no! No!
Doc Barber said mind the store, don'T look in the drawer.
K'nuckles: Flap, how's he even gonna know?
Flapjack: Mind the store, don't look in the drawer!
- K'nuckles: Flap! - Flapjack: Mind the store,
don't look in the drawer!
Mind the store, don't look in the drawer!
- Mind the store -- - K'nuckles: All right!
Geez, you're really a piece of work sometimes.
Flapjack: Don't you mean a piece of fancy candy?
[ BOTH LAUGH ]
[ BOTH SIGH ]
[ CREAK! ]
Flapjack: K'nuckles!
K'nuckles: Sorry.
It's just that I'm so curious.
Hello?
Uh, Dr. Barber, a-are you in there?
Hello?
Flapjack: Perhaps a customer
will take your mind off that drawer.
[ LAUGHS ]
Now, then, what seems to be the problem,
Lady Nickelbottoms?
Uh, Dr. Barber wanted to keep
an eye on one of my, uh, um, beauty marks.
Flapjack: Cap'n, no!
[ SLOOP! ]
Now, then, let's see. Is it...
This one or this one?
Neither.
It's on top of my head, so I'll --
I'll need to remove my wig.
Flapjack: All right.
[ RUSTLING ]
[ GASPS ]
- What?! - Flapjack: Nothing.
So, w-w-what do you think?
Flapjack: Uh...
[ CLEARS THROAT ]
Uh...
Which, uh, beauty mark is it?
This one!
Flapjack: Oh! Uh...
Be honest, doctor.
Do you think it's getting smaller?
Flapjack: No!
No?
K'nuckles: [ WHISTLING ]
um, but I-I'm going to live, aren't I?
Flapjack: No!
[ GASPS ]
But -- but I-I...
Flapjack: Don't touch it!
[ CRYING ]
Come, Charles.
That doctor needs to work on his bedside manner!
Flapjack: Captain! If you keep this up,
we won't get that fancy candy!
K'nuckles: You don't understand.
This is actually really hard work.
Flapjack: What do you usually do
when there's hard work?
K'nuckles: Mm, take a nap.
Boy, you are a genius!
[ SNORING ]
Flapjack: Oh, Captain,
You are so silly.
[ CLOCK TICKING ]
K'nuckles: [ SNORING ]
[ SQUISH ]
Flapjack: [ GRUNTS ]
Don't look at it.
[ GROANS ]
Strength!
Ah!
[ INHALES, EXHALES DEEPLY ]
You're doing fine.
[ KNOCK ON DOOR ]
A customer!
Good thing, too,
'cause I wasn't doing fine.
[ CHUCKLES ]
Come in!
Lolly!
Would you like a haircut or surgery?
Actually, I'm here with the buckets.
You know -- the buckets for the drawer.
Uh...
I'll come back tomorrow when Dr. Barber's here.
Bye.
Flapjack: [ THINKING ] Stop thinking
about the drawer...
and all the wonderful things
that could be inside.
I want to know so bad!
No, I need to know!
All my happiness is inside that drawer.
It's the only thing that matters!
I need to know!
...thinking about the drawer
and all the wonderful things...
...the only thing that matters...
Bubbie, how'd I get here?
Bubbie: Sugar, you imagined yourself here
because you were trying not to think about that drawer.
Flapjack: Aah!
[ screaming ]
[ BREATHING HEAVILY ]
Look inside me, Flapjack.
Flapjack: Aah!
[ BREATHING HEAVILY ]
Why do you run?
You know you want to open me.
Flapjack: [ BREATHING HEAVILY, SHOUTING ]
You!
You're a stupid drawer --
Stupid, stupid drawer!
[ BREATHING HEAVILY ]
[ SLOOP! ]
K'nuckles: Just do it already!
The suspense is killing me.
[ SNORING ]
Flapjack.
Flapjack: Dr. Barber!
You -- you looked in the drawer,
after I specifically instructed you to mind the store.
Flapjack: Dr. Barber, I couldn't help it.
It was so mysterious!
Well, no fancy candy for you.
Flapjack: [ DISTORTED ] No!
Julius.
What's going on?
Who is that little boy?
Mother.
Y-you're awake.
[ CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY ]
Don't shut me
when I'm talking to you!
Mm, sorry, mother.
Who was that boy?
His name is Flapjack, mother.
K'nuckles: What did I miss?
Flapjack: I opened the drawer.
K'nuckles: What's inside?
Flapjack: Doc Barber's mother.
K'nuckles: That's really weird.
Julius! Julius, why was he calling you "doctor"?
because I am a doctor, mother!
What? You always told me you were a candiologist.
Well, what was I supposed to do, mother --
tell you the truth?
We both know how you feel
about doctors.
Doctors never did nothing for nobody.
Well, today, this one did.
He got his Candiology Degree.
I got it for you, mother.
Flapjack: Aww.
K'nuckles: Mama's boy.
Let me see it.
Oh, Julius,
You make your mother so proud.
Oh, I'm so proud, my heart is racing.
Oh, oh, oh, J-Julius!
Oh, oh, it's happening again!
Flapjack: What's happening, Dr. Barber?
Uh, mother has a condition.
[ SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY ]
Flapjack: Can't you do anything, Doc Barber?!
Mm, w-what can I do?
I'm a candiologist now.
I'm -- I'm no longer a doctor.
K'nuckles: But you're still a barber.
I'm a doctor!
Flapjack: Now save her with your medicine!
All right.
Mm.
Thank you, Julius.
I feel so much better now.
Flapjack: Now, how did that help her?
I could tell you,
but you wouldn't understand,
'cause you're not a doctor.
[ LAUGHTER ]
The end!
Flapjack: [ LAUGHING MANIACALLY ]