Trolls: The Beat Goes On! (2018) s08e05 Episode Script
Apple of My Ire - Funsgiving
1 Put your hair up in the air - Live it up - Hey! Every day you wake up singing - Turn it up - Whoo! The party's just beginning All together, you and me Hair in the air, we're a family We got everything we need Hair in the air Because we're proud to be Celebrating who we are Yeah, we made it through the dark Harmony is everywhere Put your hair up in the air Put your hair up in the air Got to step out real quick, Gary.
Be back in ten minutes.
Only ten minutes? Hm.
For Operation Hassle Branch's Castle to succeed, I'll need some help.
Some very handsome help.
Hello, me.
Let's prank this joint! Ooh, a scorpion in the tool chest.
Can't wait until Branch finds that.
But did you remember to rewire the lights? Me, you never cease to amaze me.
Ha! Butter skates, a classic.
It's Branch.
Evaporate! Surprise, Gary! I know you didn't want to make a big deal about your birthday, but it's not every day that a remote turns Whoa! Huh? Who's been butter-skating in here? It was Oh, hey, Cloud Guy.
It's good to see you.
Wait, what? Good to see me? Uh Branch, what are you doing? Heading back to Gary's playroom for some cake.
Want some? Do I want cake? Uh Hello, Branch? Isn't there something you want to incoherently grumble at me? I just buttered your floor.
Uh I'll clean that later.
But Stay if you want.
Doesn't bother me.
Doesn't bother him? I need to talk to someone about this.
Uh Hello, everyone.
Something wrong? Branch, Cloud Guy came to us very upset.
What did you do to him? What? Me? Nothing.
See? He even admits it.
I spent all day slaving over pranks just for him, and he did nothing.
No groaning, no furrowed brow, no threatening with pointy sticks.
Hold on.
So you're upset because Branch isn't upset? Exactly! We have something very special, Poppy.
I push his buttons, he loses his temper.
And now he wants to throw that all away! Look, Cloud Guy, I'm not trying to be nice to you.
It's just, we've had a lot of adventures together now, and, over time, you and I have just grown together.
Sorry.
I think our rivalry is is over.
Branch, you don't mean that.
You'll find me annoying again.
Give me one rant, one sneer, one scowl.
Here, just do this but with your face.
- OK, I'm gonna go.
- Come on, down low? - This is weird.
- Down low? - This is so weird.
- Down low? Down low? - Down low! - Just very weird.
Cloud Guy, are you gonna be OK? Oh, sure.
No big deal.
It's just that the meaningful phase of my life is over.
And now it's time for my crazy cat phase.
Cloud Guy, no.
You can't give up.
Why not? Frustrating Branch was the only thing that made me accumulate out of bed in the morning.
Well, if he's not frustrated by you anymore, then we'll find a Troll who will be.
I'm listening.
Cloud Guy! Did you put jalapeno in my brownie? I did, indeed.
That was hilarious! - Can you do it again? - What? Pause! Come on, guys.
What Cloud Guy needs is a nemesis.
If we're gonna help, we've got to act really annoyed, got it? Got it.
Meep.
You rotten cloud! I'm so cross at you for this.
Grr! Irritation! Hm.
Promising start.
How mad are you? Oh, so mad, I'd have you over for dessert and not offer seconds! Huh.
No! I take it back! I take it back! I take it back! Oh, my guh, Cloud Guy! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! I can tell she's faking.
Yeah, he's right.
Nice effort, gang, but I'm afraid Branch is just irreplaceable.
Yeah.
And maybe trying to replace him is our mistake.
Maybe you have to let him go before you can open up your heart to irritate someone new.
Hm.
Maybe you're right.
Huh? Uh Cloud Guy? Hello, Branch.
I'm surprised you knocked.
You always just break in.
That's only in places where I'm not welcomed.
- Uh - Ahem.
Cloud Guy? Right.
Sorry.
As you can see, I'm having trouble moving on, Branch, and I need closure.
Really? So, I've come here to end this officially and return my keys to your place.
I never gave you keys! That's what made it so special.
Now, can I grab a few of my things from inside? Trap in the chair.
Kicking boot in the floor.
Scorpion in the - Uh-oh.
- What was that? Uh Nothing! Now, just one item left.
Ah! Huh? Tracking device.
I implanted it when you were sleeping.
- That's where that sound was - Shh.
Let's not live in the past.
Let's just say, "Thanks for the good times, obscure noun that rhymes," and share one final down low? Fine.
Go ahead, pull your hand away and say, "Too" Huh? Goodbye, Branch.
Huh? He He didn't pull his hand away.
I just don't believe it.
Hey, anyone can change, even Cloud Guy.
Yeah.
But can he, though? - Uh What? - I mean, this is Cloud Guy.
Is he really capable of leaving me alone? OK, whoa.
Back it up.
Isn't it more likely that he's just pretending to leave me alone until I let my guard down? Branch, you're spiraling.
So he can nail me with his most exasperating hijinks yet? Branch, you have got to relax! No, I can't! If I relax, he'll just do something like like drop a bucket of liquid on me! No! Huh? Huh? Berries? Yes, Branch.
I was helping pick them for Smidge so she could bake her annual Flavorberry Pie.
I'm sorry, Smidge.
There'll be no pie this year.
Smidge, come back! Smidge! Smidge! What? Poppy, I-I know how this looks.
But don't you see, it's all going exactly how Cloud Guy wants it to? Branch, you're delusional! - Oh, am I? - Yes.
- Am I? - Yes! - Am I? - Yes! Am I? OK, first off, incredible vocal range.
Second, yes! Wrong! He is out to get me, and I'm gonna prove it.
What's he doing to my bunker? See? He's just waiting to nail me with that water balloon! Branch, wait! A-ha! Busted! Branch! You thought you had everyone fooled, but you are the same cloud you've always been, building this obnoxious trap! You're right, Branch.
I did build this trap to be annoying.
See? Vindication! But not toward you.
Wait, what? Cloud Guy, you wanted to talk? Cloud Guy, you got me again! And I have to say, it makes me less than thrilled, you rascal! I don't understand.
I said I was moving on, Branch.
Rufus is your new rival? We're trying it out.
He's not as tightly wound as you, but at least he's not nice to me.
Frankly, I think I deserve that.
Anything to say, Branch? Well, I guess all I can say is Go on.
I'm so I-I'm s-so unconvinced! - Huh? - You are not to be trusted, Cloud! Not to be trusted! This rivalry is back on! Oh, yeah, it's way back on! Poor Branch.
Even when happiness is so close, some Trolls just can't get out of their own way.
Mm-hm.
Then again, he is right.
Wait, what? What? I had to find some way to win Branch back, didn't I? You mean, all this time I thought Branch was in the wrong, but really it was it was It was me.
All right, everybody, it's time we decided who gets to host Funsgiving! You're gonna love Funsgiving, Branch.
Trolls all over the Village gather with close friends for a big holiday feast! Uh Look, I get that you all are used to explaining things to me, but I know what Funsgiving is.
See, Branch, by "Funsgiving," we mean the one meal a year when we're encouraged to play with our food.
I know! Stop patronizing me! And by "food," we mean any nutritious substance we ingest I know! I'm not a child! Ooh! Funsgiving can't come fast enough.
Remember last year, how well I did at Cheese and Checkers? Winning is so gouda.
And remember the kabobs the year before that? When it comes to shish, Guy Diamond can't mish.
And remember three years ago, my big upset against Cooper? You got any flounder? Go Fish Sticks! Ooh! Flounder! I win! Fun times.
Now, I figured we'd pick this year's host with a little Spin the Fuzzbert.
Fuzzbert? Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! And the winner is Biggie! Me? I've never gotten to host before.
Is this really happening? It sure is! Plus, I already went to the market and got you our traditional main course diced fruit! - Whoa! - Ooh! That's the biggest six-sider I've ever seen! Wow! What an honor, you guys! I promise, I'll host the perfect dinner.
I've even got a special dish planned: Dinkles dumplings.
Because they look like him, not taste.
You'll see.
Sounds great, man.
Here are some of our favorite Funsgiving recipes to help you out.
Be sure the chicken finger puppets are nice and crispy.
And only use heavy cream in the mashed po-tic-tac-tatoes.
I'm what you might call "lactose indulgent.
" Don't forget the black and white cookies for snackgammon! Wow.
This is a lot of recipes.
Hm, don't worry, Biggie.
If you can't make every dish, that's OK.
What? Poppy, of course I'm making every dish.
I don't want to host an OK Funsgiving.
I want to host a perfect Funsgiving.
See, Branch, by "Funsgiving," we mean All right, Mr.
Dinkles, there's only 12 hours before dinner.
If we're going to make these complex recipes, every minute counts.
OK.
"Smidge's musical éclair chairs.
Step one.
In a mixing bowl, add one cup milk two eggs and sugar! Four-hundred-and-thirty-two thousand, three-hundred-twelve grains' worth"? OK.
One, two, a three, four, five Step 24: pull from oven and serve.
A perfect musical éclair chair! Whoo! We did it, Mr.
D! And it only took six hours? How did the time slip away? Hey, Biggie, everything all right? No, nothing is all right.
I'm worried I won't get all these done in time! Easy.
Easy, Biggie.
Take a deep breath and just do what you can.
But, Poppy, everyone looks forward to Funsgiving all year.
If it's not just right, it will be a disaster.
No.
Biggie, we can still pull this meal together.
We just need to stay motivated.
Really? One motivational song coming right up.
A one, and a two, and a Wahoo-hoo! Watch as we mix it up We kicking it with love Like we do Wahoo-hoo! With just a touch of spice Sugar and all things nice We can't lose Just work, work, work from the heart When you feel like stopping Go on and restart You got everything it takes to win Just work, work, work as a team Teamwork makes the dream work Know what I mean? You got everything When you got your friends Now, now, now, now, now we're cooking We're cooking with gas, baby And if anybody's asking me I'm-a tell them we're cooking Ooh! And now the crown jewel, the diced fruit! Ah! Hm.
Seems a bit off-center.
There.
Hm? Oh, no! Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no! It's OK, Biggie.
So, it's a little dented.
No big deal.
It is a big deal! "Without a good diced fruit, Funsgiving is a shameful cataclysm of humiliation.
" - They don't say that.
- Uh Actually, they do.
But they shouldn't.
I'm going to get another one! No! Biggie, finding a diced fruit on Funsgiving is nearly impossible! What? We're here! Happy Funsgiving! Look out, food! You're about to get played! Look, I'll find a new diced fruit somehow.
Stall them! Where's Biggie? Isn't dinner ready? Yeah, I'm fungry! "Hungry for fun"? It's something the kids say, whatever.
Uh Dinner is basically ready.
But while he puts on the final touches, Biggie asked that we uh, play a quick round of charades.
Yeah! I guess, if it's just one round.
Great! I'll go first.
First word.
Nineteen syllables? Mm-hm.
- Diced fruit? - Sorry.
- Diced fruit? - Sorry.
- Diced fruit? - Sorry.
Rufus, please tell me you have a diced fruit left! Nope.
All out.
Does anybody have a diced fruit? Yoo-hoo! I've got one for you, sonny.
You have a diced fruit? Here, a nice flute, like you asked.
What? No, I said "diced fruit.
" Oh, my mistake.
Here you go.
One iced boot.
Diced fruit! Diced fruit! Oh! I understand now.
You wanted a miced suit.
No, no, no! Please, under any other circumstances I would find this confusion adorable, but, right now, I need a diced fruit.
Sorry, I donated my last one to the children's Funsgiving pageant.
To the pageant! Woe is me! I, King Peppy, desire to create a new holiday feast.
But I have no idea how to make it fun, for I am older now and slower of mind.
It's true, I am old.
And the king fell into a deep sleep and dreamed of foods, each with a fun idea.
Oh, excuse me.
Sorry.
Coming through.
Oh, we're not too late! As soon as the pageant ends, the diced fruit is ours.
Now, fun food, share with me your ideas.
A hundred ideas in all! Wait, 100 ideas? I am a potato.
I'm great for sculpting.
I am a melon ball.
I make a good baseball.
I also make a good basketball.
I also make a good Oh, come on! I have to find a way to speed up this pageant.
I also make a good golf ball.
- I also make - Ahem! Hello! Uh What are you doing here? I am the uh the-the uh the Ghost of Funsgiving Future here to share the true meaning of Funsgiving.
Ghost of Funsgiving? For, you see, Funsgiving is not just about the "fun," it's about the "giving.
" Aw! Now, that's just beautiful.
And so, in the spirit of giving Give this to me.
Pageant over.
Bye! I can make it! I can make it! If Poppy and Branch just buy me a little more time! No more charades! I need to start Funsgiving now! Funsgiving now! - Happy Funsgiving! - Huh? Dinner is served.
Biggie, this dinner is amazing! Sure is.
Looks like you've made the perfect Funsgiving after all.
Thank you.
Now, let's dig in before there's any more surprises? And it was a Funsgiving miracle! Huh? Huh? Hm? What happened to the pageant? Uh Can someone please explain what's going on? I can.
I'm sorry to say, I tried to make this a perfect Funsgiving, like all of you have in the years past, but the only dish I'm serving is failure.
Help yourself.
There's plenty to go round.
Biggie, you're not a failure.
All these past Funsgivings you're talking about, they may have seemed perfect to you, but we all made tons of mistakes.
- You did? - Oh, my guh, yes.
When I hosted, I dropped the potatoes on the floor.
My mac and cheese was all cheese, no mac.
We just heated up leftovers from the year before.
It's true, man.
I had no idea.
Funsgiving isn't about the perfect meal, it's about having fun with your friends.
Aw.
OK, enough with the mushy stuff.
Can we play with our dinner now? What do you say, Biggie? I say Happy Funsgiving, everyone! Happy Funsgiving! You see, Branch, by "Funsgiving," we mean
Be back in ten minutes.
Only ten minutes? Hm.
For Operation Hassle Branch's Castle to succeed, I'll need some help.
Some very handsome help.
Hello, me.
Let's prank this joint! Ooh, a scorpion in the tool chest.
Can't wait until Branch finds that.
But did you remember to rewire the lights? Me, you never cease to amaze me.
Ha! Butter skates, a classic.
It's Branch.
Evaporate! Surprise, Gary! I know you didn't want to make a big deal about your birthday, but it's not every day that a remote turns Whoa! Huh? Who's been butter-skating in here? It was Oh, hey, Cloud Guy.
It's good to see you.
Wait, what? Good to see me? Uh Branch, what are you doing? Heading back to Gary's playroom for some cake.
Want some? Do I want cake? Uh Hello, Branch? Isn't there something you want to incoherently grumble at me? I just buttered your floor.
Uh I'll clean that later.
But Stay if you want.
Doesn't bother me.
Doesn't bother him? I need to talk to someone about this.
Uh Hello, everyone.
Something wrong? Branch, Cloud Guy came to us very upset.
What did you do to him? What? Me? Nothing.
See? He even admits it.
I spent all day slaving over pranks just for him, and he did nothing.
No groaning, no furrowed brow, no threatening with pointy sticks.
Hold on.
So you're upset because Branch isn't upset? Exactly! We have something very special, Poppy.
I push his buttons, he loses his temper.
And now he wants to throw that all away! Look, Cloud Guy, I'm not trying to be nice to you.
It's just, we've had a lot of adventures together now, and, over time, you and I have just grown together.
Sorry.
I think our rivalry is is over.
Branch, you don't mean that.
You'll find me annoying again.
Give me one rant, one sneer, one scowl.
Here, just do this but with your face.
- OK, I'm gonna go.
- Come on, down low? - This is weird.
- Down low? - This is so weird.
- Down low? Down low? - Down low! - Just very weird.
Cloud Guy, are you gonna be OK? Oh, sure.
No big deal.
It's just that the meaningful phase of my life is over.
And now it's time for my crazy cat phase.
Cloud Guy, no.
You can't give up.
Why not? Frustrating Branch was the only thing that made me accumulate out of bed in the morning.
Well, if he's not frustrated by you anymore, then we'll find a Troll who will be.
I'm listening.
Cloud Guy! Did you put jalapeno in my brownie? I did, indeed.
That was hilarious! - Can you do it again? - What? Pause! Come on, guys.
What Cloud Guy needs is a nemesis.
If we're gonna help, we've got to act really annoyed, got it? Got it.
Meep.
You rotten cloud! I'm so cross at you for this.
Grr! Irritation! Hm.
Promising start.
How mad are you? Oh, so mad, I'd have you over for dessert and not offer seconds! Huh.
No! I take it back! I take it back! I take it back! Oh, my guh, Cloud Guy! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! Oh, my guh! I can tell she's faking.
Yeah, he's right.
Nice effort, gang, but I'm afraid Branch is just irreplaceable.
Yeah.
And maybe trying to replace him is our mistake.
Maybe you have to let him go before you can open up your heart to irritate someone new.
Hm.
Maybe you're right.
Huh? Uh Cloud Guy? Hello, Branch.
I'm surprised you knocked.
You always just break in.
That's only in places where I'm not welcomed.
- Uh - Ahem.
Cloud Guy? Right.
Sorry.
As you can see, I'm having trouble moving on, Branch, and I need closure.
Really? So, I've come here to end this officially and return my keys to your place.
I never gave you keys! That's what made it so special.
Now, can I grab a few of my things from inside? Trap in the chair.
Kicking boot in the floor.
Scorpion in the - Uh-oh.
- What was that? Uh Nothing! Now, just one item left.
Ah! Huh? Tracking device.
I implanted it when you were sleeping.
- That's where that sound was - Shh.
Let's not live in the past.
Let's just say, "Thanks for the good times, obscure noun that rhymes," and share one final down low? Fine.
Go ahead, pull your hand away and say, "Too" Huh? Goodbye, Branch.
Huh? He He didn't pull his hand away.
I just don't believe it.
Hey, anyone can change, even Cloud Guy.
Yeah.
But can he, though? - Uh What? - I mean, this is Cloud Guy.
Is he really capable of leaving me alone? OK, whoa.
Back it up.
Isn't it more likely that he's just pretending to leave me alone until I let my guard down? Branch, you're spiraling.
So he can nail me with his most exasperating hijinks yet? Branch, you have got to relax! No, I can't! If I relax, he'll just do something like like drop a bucket of liquid on me! No! Huh? Huh? Berries? Yes, Branch.
I was helping pick them for Smidge so she could bake her annual Flavorberry Pie.
I'm sorry, Smidge.
There'll be no pie this year.
Smidge, come back! Smidge! Smidge! What? Poppy, I-I know how this looks.
But don't you see, it's all going exactly how Cloud Guy wants it to? Branch, you're delusional! - Oh, am I? - Yes.
- Am I? - Yes! - Am I? - Yes! Am I? OK, first off, incredible vocal range.
Second, yes! Wrong! He is out to get me, and I'm gonna prove it.
What's he doing to my bunker? See? He's just waiting to nail me with that water balloon! Branch, wait! A-ha! Busted! Branch! You thought you had everyone fooled, but you are the same cloud you've always been, building this obnoxious trap! You're right, Branch.
I did build this trap to be annoying.
See? Vindication! But not toward you.
Wait, what? Cloud Guy, you wanted to talk? Cloud Guy, you got me again! And I have to say, it makes me less than thrilled, you rascal! I don't understand.
I said I was moving on, Branch.
Rufus is your new rival? We're trying it out.
He's not as tightly wound as you, but at least he's not nice to me.
Frankly, I think I deserve that.
Anything to say, Branch? Well, I guess all I can say is Go on.
I'm so I-I'm s-so unconvinced! - Huh? - You are not to be trusted, Cloud! Not to be trusted! This rivalry is back on! Oh, yeah, it's way back on! Poor Branch.
Even when happiness is so close, some Trolls just can't get out of their own way.
Mm-hm.
Then again, he is right.
Wait, what? What? I had to find some way to win Branch back, didn't I? You mean, all this time I thought Branch was in the wrong, but really it was it was It was me.
All right, everybody, it's time we decided who gets to host Funsgiving! You're gonna love Funsgiving, Branch.
Trolls all over the Village gather with close friends for a big holiday feast! Uh Look, I get that you all are used to explaining things to me, but I know what Funsgiving is.
See, Branch, by "Funsgiving," we mean the one meal a year when we're encouraged to play with our food.
I know! Stop patronizing me! And by "food," we mean any nutritious substance we ingest I know! I'm not a child! Ooh! Funsgiving can't come fast enough.
Remember last year, how well I did at Cheese and Checkers? Winning is so gouda.
And remember the kabobs the year before that? When it comes to shish, Guy Diamond can't mish.
And remember three years ago, my big upset against Cooper? You got any flounder? Go Fish Sticks! Ooh! Flounder! I win! Fun times.
Now, I figured we'd pick this year's host with a little Spin the Fuzzbert.
Fuzzbert? Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! And the winner is Biggie! Me? I've never gotten to host before.
Is this really happening? It sure is! Plus, I already went to the market and got you our traditional main course diced fruit! - Whoa! - Ooh! That's the biggest six-sider I've ever seen! Wow! What an honor, you guys! I promise, I'll host the perfect dinner.
I've even got a special dish planned: Dinkles dumplings.
Because they look like him, not taste.
You'll see.
Sounds great, man.
Here are some of our favorite Funsgiving recipes to help you out.
Be sure the chicken finger puppets are nice and crispy.
And only use heavy cream in the mashed po-tic-tac-tatoes.
I'm what you might call "lactose indulgent.
" Don't forget the black and white cookies for snackgammon! Wow.
This is a lot of recipes.
Hm, don't worry, Biggie.
If you can't make every dish, that's OK.
What? Poppy, of course I'm making every dish.
I don't want to host an OK Funsgiving.
I want to host a perfect Funsgiving.
See, Branch, by "Funsgiving," we mean All right, Mr.
Dinkles, there's only 12 hours before dinner.
If we're going to make these complex recipes, every minute counts.
OK.
"Smidge's musical éclair chairs.
Step one.
In a mixing bowl, add one cup milk two eggs and sugar! Four-hundred-and-thirty-two thousand, three-hundred-twelve grains' worth"? OK.
One, two, a three, four, five Step 24: pull from oven and serve.
A perfect musical éclair chair! Whoo! We did it, Mr.
D! And it only took six hours? How did the time slip away? Hey, Biggie, everything all right? No, nothing is all right.
I'm worried I won't get all these done in time! Easy.
Easy, Biggie.
Take a deep breath and just do what you can.
But, Poppy, everyone looks forward to Funsgiving all year.
If it's not just right, it will be a disaster.
No.
Biggie, we can still pull this meal together.
We just need to stay motivated.
Really? One motivational song coming right up.
A one, and a two, and a Wahoo-hoo! Watch as we mix it up We kicking it with love Like we do Wahoo-hoo! With just a touch of spice Sugar and all things nice We can't lose Just work, work, work from the heart When you feel like stopping Go on and restart You got everything it takes to win Just work, work, work as a team Teamwork makes the dream work Know what I mean? You got everything When you got your friends Now, now, now, now, now we're cooking We're cooking with gas, baby And if anybody's asking me I'm-a tell them we're cooking Ooh! And now the crown jewel, the diced fruit! Ah! Hm.
Seems a bit off-center.
There.
Hm? Oh, no! Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no! It's OK, Biggie.
So, it's a little dented.
No big deal.
It is a big deal! "Without a good diced fruit, Funsgiving is a shameful cataclysm of humiliation.
" - They don't say that.
- Uh Actually, they do.
But they shouldn't.
I'm going to get another one! No! Biggie, finding a diced fruit on Funsgiving is nearly impossible! What? We're here! Happy Funsgiving! Look out, food! You're about to get played! Look, I'll find a new diced fruit somehow.
Stall them! Where's Biggie? Isn't dinner ready? Yeah, I'm fungry! "Hungry for fun"? It's something the kids say, whatever.
Uh Dinner is basically ready.
But while he puts on the final touches, Biggie asked that we uh, play a quick round of charades.
Yeah! I guess, if it's just one round.
Great! I'll go first.
First word.
Nineteen syllables? Mm-hm.
- Diced fruit? - Sorry.
- Diced fruit? - Sorry.
- Diced fruit? - Sorry.
Rufus, please tell me you have a diced fruit left! Nope.
All out.
Does anybody have a diced fruit? Yoo-hoo! I've got one for you, sonny.
You have a diced fruit? Here, a nice flute, like you asked.
What? No, I said "diced fruit.
" Oh, my mistake.
Here you go.
One iced boot.
Diced fruit! Diced fruit! Oh! I understand now.
You wanted a miced suit.
No, no, no! Please, under any other circumstances I would find this confusion adorable, but, right now, I need a diced fruit.
Sorry, I donated my last one to the children's Funsgiving pageant.
To the pageant! Woe is me! I, King Peppy, desire to create a new holiday feast.
But I have no idea how to make it fun, for I am older now and slower of mind.
It's true, I am old.
And the king fell into a deep sleep and dreamed of foods, each with a fun idea.
Oh, excuse me.
Sorry.
Coming through.
Oh, we're not too late! As soon as the pageant ends, the diced fruit is ours.
Now, fun food, share with me your ideas.
A hundred ideas in all! Wait, 100 ideas? I am a potato.
I'm great for sculpting.
I am a melon ball.
I make a good baseball.
I also make a good basketball.
I also make a good Oh, come on! I have to find a way to speed up this pageant.
I also make a good golf ball.
- I also make - Ahem! Hello! Uh What are you doing here? I am the uh the-the uh the Ghost of Funsgiving Future here to share the true meaning of Funsgiving.
Ghost of Funsgiving? For, you see, Funsgiving is not just about the "fun," it's about the "giving.
" Aw! Now, that's just beautiful.
And so, in the spirit of giving Give this to me.
Pageant over.
Bye! I can make it! I can make it! If Poppy and Branch just buy me a little more time! No more charades! I need to start Funsgiving now! Funsgiving now! - Happy Funsgiving! - Huh? Dinner is served.
Biggie, this dinner is amazing! Sure is.
Looks like you've made the perfect Funsgiving after all.
Thank you.
Now, let's dig in before there's any more surprises? And it was a Funsgiving miracle! Huh? Huh? Hm? What happened to the pageant? Uh Can someone please explain what's going on? I can.
I'm sorry to say, I tried to make this a perfect Funsgiving, like all of you have in the years past, but the only dish I'm serving is failure.
Help yourself.
There's plenty to go round.
Biggie, you're not a failure.
All these past Funsgivings you're talking about, they may have seemed perfect to you, but we all made tons of mistakes.
- You did? - Oh, my guh, yes.
When I hosted, I dropped the potatoes on the floor.
My mac and cheese was all cheese, no mac.
We just heated up leftovers from the year before.
It's true, man.
I had no idea.
Funsgiving isn't about the perfect meal, it's about having fun with your friends.
Aw.
OK, enough with the mushy stuff.
Can we play with our dinner now? What do you say, Biggie? I say Happy Funsgiving, everyone! Happy Funsgiving! You see, Branch, by "Funsgiving," we mean