(whooshing)
(panting)
- Hey, Guava.
Remind me never to challenge space cheetahs...
(panting) ...to a foot race.
- I did. Several times.
On the group text. And you said, and I quote,
"I can take 'em this time." (bell dinging)
(grunting)
- Hello, hello!
I'm looking for sunscreen
for my fun day off at the beach.
- Fun day off? I'll take two.
- At the beach? Yo, sign me up!
- You two want a beach day? Ha! Why didn't you say so?
I'll grab the beach gear. Disco ball, gaming console,
smoke machine...
- Um, yeah, you do know what a beach day is, right, Roi?
- Um... - Chillin', illin',
maxin', relaxin'?
- Mmm... Maybe? (bell dinging)
(Roi): I'm not that great at chilling.
- Let us show you the beach stuff.
- So... do you have sunscreen?
- The Guava Juice Show! Better than a sandwich.
(upbeat music)
- Yee-haw! Yeah!
- Ooh! A day off sounds nice.
I'm too wired up. A bundle of nerves.
The last time I closed the store was...
(snoring)
(gulls squawking)
- Ah... Alright! This is great!
Just a regular, fun, no work,
normal people day off at the beach.
- And just to be clear... (chuckling)
...it also means we don't need to use the tub
for anything that could blow up in our faces, right Roi?
- No, we don't need to use the tub,
but wouldn't we want to use the tub
if it could make the day that much more... fun?
- Let's just say... no.
- It's okay if you don't want to have a beach day, Roi.
- No, no. This is great. No tub, no problem!
Let's just chill.
(whistling)
(humming)
(snoring)
(humming)
- Yeow! That's gonna sting later.
- Yeesh!
(light music)
(Guava clearing throat) - Uh, lifeguard?
I'm going snorkeling in zone F-7.
Keep an eye on the green.
(Hampersand snoring) - I'll just be here,
setting up the home base if you need anything!
- Sure thing, Roi. But I won't need anything.
(humming)
(light music)
(screaming)
I am never going into the ocean again!
Lifeguard! I'd like to speak with your manager.
(humming)
(snoring)
- Are you sure I can't get you anything, Jenny?
- Yeah, Roi. Just relax.
- I am, I am. I'm just relaxing!
- Hey, did we bring any snacks?
- No! We didn't! On it!
Let me get some yums for the crew. Be right back!
All the trucks are closed for lunch?!
(sighs) That's a beach town for ya.
(sinister music)
Hmm...
Guess I kinda have to take a little dip in the tub
to get something tasty for my crew, right? Right.
(intense music)
(whooshing)
(Roi laughing)
Hmm...
(man): Free picnic basket looking for a ride to the beach!
- Feels a little convenient, but I am on my way to the beach.
And these are perfectly crafted space sandwiches.
(grunting, chuckling)
(grunting)
(whooshing)
(snoring)
Got lonch, y'all!
(both): Woo!
- Ooh. Sandwiches!
Normally they just have overpriced chimichuri yucca
waffle fries on a stick.
- Um, is there a new food truck?
Where did you get these weird sammies, Roi?
(grunting) - Uh, well, uh...
Actually... (gasps)
No! Monsters!
- What are you doing, pal?
And why did you say, "No! Monsters!"
That's a weird name for a food truck.
- Uh, no... But, 'cause there are...
no monsters in the sandwiches!
Who wants some bongos to go with lunch?
(whispering): Sorry about this.
I promise I'll get you back home soon.
- Beach bongos, Roi?
Such chill beach behavior for you.
Normally, you'd go so much bigger.
- Totally. - Smoke machine big.
- Pfft. No not really.
- Oh, come on!
Remember when you made a life-size sandcastle,
declared yourself king of the beach,
and made us move in for a week?
- Pfft. No. Hardly!
It was an architectural wonder!
- Okay, who's up for some beach volleyball?!
- Yeah, bro! Volleyball!
- Uh, coming!
(whispering): Stay put. I'll figure out
how to get you home soon.
(grunting)
♪ A day at the beach, it should be real neat ♪
♪ My buddies are chillin' but I'm feeling illin' ♪
♪ I'm here and I'm there I'm feeling nowhere ♪
♪ Got monsters in a bucket Beach day is interrupted ♪
(sighs)
♪ If I can get them home then I'll get in the zone ♪
♪ I'll stop all my maxin' And maybe start relaxin' ♪
♪ And stay here and not there And feel I'm somewhere ♪
♪ And just chill ♪
Why don't you guys go have fun on the water?
(sighs)
(chuckling)
- Um, what's that out on the water?
- Huh?
(suspenseful music)
(roaring)
(laughing)
And I just ruined beach day.
(roaring)
(screaming)
- Care to explain?
- Who could've guessed that grabbing a couple
of perfect space sandwiches from a random place
I've never been to in the multiverse
would end up like this?!
- Me. I would have guessed.
(laughing)
(screaming)
(laughing)
- Oh, no! - They're terrorizing the beach!
(gasps)
- No, stop! You're not supposed to eat the cart.
Just the dogs!
(screaming)
I mean hot dogs!
(laughing)
(breathing heavily)
(gulls squawking)
(tense music)
(breathing heavily)
- Surf's up, dude! Get out of the water!
(screaming)
(laughing)
(grunting)
- Really, now? There's such a thing as gym etiquette.
Even on the beach. Nobody likes a showboat.
- I think they're just trying to have regular
beach fun like us. (screaming)
- What are you doing?!
- I think they're playing volleyball.
- Well... Jenny, go for the block!
- Hey, monsters! Pass to me! - Pass to me! Me!
(grunting)
(laughing) (Jenny and Roi): No!
- Aw, I think you're right, Roi.
They're just trying to play games and have fun.
- Huh. They could use a few pointers.
- So could I.
You wanted to have a great day off
and instead I ruined it with these monsters.
Sorry.
Come on, I'll take you all home.
(groaning sadly)
- Ah!
Not so fast! (monster): Hmm?
- As a member of the Boardwalk Appreciation Committee,
it is my duty to show any and all visitors
everything we have to offer.
It is also my joy. Welcome.
My tour guide ID. That's my tour guide number, there.
Any complaints, please email City Hall.
(grunting happily)
- Yeah! I'm with Guava.
We gotta teach these furballs
what it's like to be beach rats like us.
They're actually kinda cute.
- So, you aren't angry with me?
- Roi, we know you really only like everything
when it's big and messy.
We're just happy you tried to do the thing we wanted to do,
before unleashing total chaos.
- Yeah! We love you, man!
- Really?! Aw, you're the best!
(grunting) - Too tight! Too tight!
- Besides, I'm sure the boss will give us
another day off, tomorrow, right Uncle H?
Snore once for "yes". (snorts)
- Alright! Let's show these monsters how to live it up!
(laughing)
(grunting)
(upbeat music)
- Mmm!
(laughing)
(crickets chirping)
- And then back in 1984,
they straightened out this board and no one
has stubbed their toe since.
- Ooh!
(snoring) - Huh!
Alright, gang! Let's hit the beach!
- Wait, Mr. H, it's... And he's gone.
- Woo!
Canon ball!
(sighs) - Alright,
let's get you monsters back home.
(laughing)
(bell on door ringing)
(laughing)
- So, do you have sunscreen?
(upbeat music)