Once upon a time, thousands of years ago,
our ancestors lived in Clear Water Village.
They farmed the land and enjoyed a peaceful life
until one day the village was attacked
by the infamous Han family bandits.
Hand over all your food or we will destroy your village.
Oh, no, and then they destroyed it?
Sh. Dad's getting to that.
Dad, can you get to that?
As I was saying, our calm wise
and very handsome Ancestor Chang,
who some say, looks a lot like me...
Focus Dad.
[clearing throat]
He realized that the Han family's hunger
had driven them to a life of crime.
So, he offered them a challenge.
If he gave them something more delicious
than anything they'd ever tasted,
they'd have to spare the village.
The bandit scoffed
but when Ancestor Chang gave them his goldfish bao,
it delighted their eyes, filled their stomachs,
and energized their bodies! The bandits lost the challenge!
The Han family was so moved,
that they gave up their evil ways
and became the protectors of Clear Water Village!
And that's the story
of how this bao recipe saved the day.
It's been passed down
through our family for generations.
Ooh!
And now, it's time for me to pass
the recipe down to you two, so you can make bao
for the Chinese Cultural Fair today.
[sniffling]
My little buns, making their first buns.
Aw, Dad.
Sid, too much filling.
Adelaide, not enough filling.
Each fin needs eight lines. Eight is lucky,
not seven, not nine, but eight.
I don't think it matters how many--
It matters.
These baos saved our ancestor's village,
so we have to make them the right way.
Especially because I need to outsell
Mike Liu's zongzi stand.
There. Finally. That looks amazing.
Oh, oh, oh! I did it too!
Hmm. Hmm. Perfect! Good job, girls.
Yay!
Hit it, Marcel!
[music playing]
Oh yeah! We rock!
Mastered it!
Dance party later.
I gotta go to the park and snag the best spot
before Mike Liu gets there. [chuckles]
Oh, and I'm gonna need you
to make 800 bao just like those two.
[chuckles] It sounded like he said 800.
I did. Better get started. See you at the park.
But it took us forever to make two!
At this rate, we'll be Dad's age by the time we finish!
There has to be a better way!
That's it!
Are you sure Dad will be okay
with us taking a shortcut like this?
Let's just not tell him. Hm...
Close enough. Let's speed it up.
[gasping] Guys, you're falling behind!
Warning, disaster imminent.
Warning, warning, warning, warning!
[roaring]
Breakfast Bot, are you okay?
Define, 'okay'.
On the plus side, the bao's done.
One for the vlog.
[groaning]
Man, you're costumes look really real.
[roaring]
[sniffing] And smell really real. Eww.
Dad's cultural association must've hired
historical reenactors for the fair.
They look just like the bandits from the story!
[yelping]
Hand over all your food or we'll destroy your village.
Your acting's okay,
but your mustache looks really fake.
[screaming, growling]
Those are not reenactors.
They are the bandits from the story.
What do you mean, Breakfast Bot?
If my optical sensors are correct,
we accidentally opened a rift in time
and space when our bao making went awry. Look!
Ooh, pretty.
Uh... This isn't Clear Water Village.
We've been lost before, but not this lost.
Where are we?
Who cares?
I'm starving! Let's start raiding.
Mm-hmm.
[gasping] Uh-oh!
If my aural sensors are correct,
it sounds like they were going to the village,
but the rift brought them here before they got there.
And it sounds like they missed lunch.
[screaming]