(upbeat music)
- Thanks, buster.
- Huh. That old lady paid for a coin collection
with quarters.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
- Yes! That we go blow these quarters at the arcade?
(grunting)
- Aw, c'mon! The arcade?!
Can't we roll them up and save them for a group trip?
Or you know, give them to Hampersand,
because they're his?
- Ooh, did someone say arcade? I'm in!
- Oh, brother.
- Yeah! (grunting)
(Roi): The Guava Juice Show!
More fun than a bag full of quarters.
(arcade games dinging)
(gasps) - See ya!
I'm going to play pinball.
- Come on, Roi. I challenge you to Duo-Racer.
- Okay! (laughing)
(grunting)
(sighs)
- But none of these are made for guavas.
Hey, Nancy. Can I hang out and loiter
with you and your buddies? - No.
Keep riding your pony.
(sighs)
(computerized voice): Guava.
- Hmm?
- Guava.
(gasps)
- Huh?!
Mm...
Huh... These things don't usually fit on my big head.
(beeping) Oh, my...
Whoa.
(Guava shouting) (both): Huh?
(children cheering)
(Guava): Sweeps the leg!
- Mama, this is better than pinball!
(crowd cheering)
- Whoa, Guava. What's going on?
(grunting) - It's like a sci-fi
fruit battle arena. Yargh!
- You're good! - Ka-cha!
- Oh, the fruit's good!
- You actually play a guava!
You gotta slice and clobber mangos
and make it up in the ranks!
Yikes! Quarter me!
(video game): Juice him!
- My whole life, I've been waiting so see guavas
portray heroes on screens! (shouting)
And it's finally happening! Ka-cha!
(dinging)
(video game): Congratulations, warrior.
You have defeated the mangos. Game over.
- Anyways, about those pinball games...
(cheering)
(grunting) - Okay. I love you too.
Please stop.
(panting) I did it. I beat the game.
I've never beat or won anything.
- We're proud of you, Guava.
(video game): You have finished your training.
Are you ready to return home and join the battle?
- Whoa, look at this!
It looks like me!
- Huh. Never seen anything like it.
It has an unusual weight to it.
Very unusual.
(shouting)
(mysterious music)
- Huh?
Ah...
I think it wants us to take the tub.
- To the tub!
(epic music)
(whooshing)
- Whoa.
- What superior civilization is this?
(gasps)
- A guava? Like me?
- My name is Gua-La. Welcome home, warrior.
- Warrior? Home?
(grunting) - Ow!
- When you beat the final level in our training module,
you unlocked the call to come home
and fulfill your destiny.
- I don't understand...
literally anything you just said.
- This is Guavopolis!
(Guava gasps)
Home of the Guavas.
- I've had dreams of such a place.
- That's a lot of guavas
(high-pitched ethereal singing)
(clears throat) - I'll explain inside.
Eons ago, a grove of sleeper guavas
were scattered throughout the multiverses.
When the time came that they were needed,
training modules were sent out to train the best warriors
to come and join the battle.
- Say what now?
- Ah, I've been waiting my whole shelf life for you.
You are the last guava to return home.
With your arrival, the final battle can take place.
- Uh, hold up. What kind of battle?
Ugh, like a dance battle? - A thumb wrestle?
- Guys! She's talking about video games. Chill.
As you were saying? What kind of battle?
- The battle for all the marbles!
- Uh, that doesn't really answer the question.
(sighs) - Jenny. Roi.
Listen, whatever this is, I was chosen.
Me. Guava. So try to back me up, okay?
- Come, Guava. I have so much to show you.
(both): Uh... - In the meantime,
friends of Guava please enjoy the hospitality.
Here. Some non-fruit-based juice.
- It's water. - Mm-hmm.
We're coming with you.
- No, no. You don't have to baby me.
I can do this myself.
Let's go, Gua-La.
(giggling) Isn't she cool?
- She is cool. But I'm worried Guava's getting into something
he doesn't know anything about
because he doesn't know anything about it.
- Come on, we're checking this place out ourselves.
(gulping)
- Ah... - Man! that's really good water.
(both): Huh...
- Hi! - Hey-oh!
- Hello! - Hey!
- Well, it looks nice enough.
Lots of automatic doors. Twisty hallways.
Very well maintained.
- Is it possible that we're so used to protecting Guava
that we don't know how to support him?
- No way! We always support each other.
(beeping)
(gasps)
- Oh, no...
- Your friends seem nice. If a bit overbearing.
- Ha, yeah. Yeah, they're the best.
They really care.
- You can tell a lot about a fruit
by the company they keep.
(gulps) - So...
do you like elevators? I like elevators.
You never really know where they're gonna go, right?
Sort of like bathtubs.
- Are you ready to meet your fans?
- Fans? L-Like ceiling fans?
(nervous chuckling) Pardon me?
- Welcome to the Fruitytron Arena.
(crowd cheering, whistling)
Citizens of Guavopolis!
Guava is here!
The hero we've been waiting for!
(crowd roaring)
Say something heroic.
- I'm gonna barf.
(Guava gagging)
(crowd cheering)
I don't understand. All this is for a video game?
- Well, it's like a video game...
but here, you get to fight for real!
- That is a big difference! I'm a pacifist!
- Down there is the mango champion, Mango Max.
He's tough and he knows it.
But not as tough as a star commando like you.
(whimpering)
Tomorrow, the battle that has waged
between guavas and mangos for millennia
will end with the final showdown between you and him.
- Pretty soft limestone around here, I hope?
- Oh, no! Our stones are the hardest
and most difficult to crush. (Guava gulps)
It will be a battle to the pulp!
- Um... I'm using my pulp.
It's inside me. You support this?
- Well, of course!
If we didn't do it this way, it would mean all-out war.
But now you're here to win the final battle...
for all the marbles!
Victory to the guavas!
(crowd chanting): Guava! Guava!
- Uh, I need to, uh...
I have to, uh...
(screaming)
(beeping)
- Was it something I said?
- These hallways are too twisty! Where's Guava?!
- This way! - How do you know?
- I don't! I just gotta keep on moving!
- Guava?
- No. Where is he?
- I thought he was with you. I thought he was with you!
- Follow me.
- Oh...
Wow. Oh, look at that.
(gasps)
(sighs)
Who are you?
- Guava! We've been looking for you everywhere!
- Yes! We have to go prepare for tomorrow's battle.
- What?! No, no. We have to go home... now!
- When we were wandering around earlier,
we saw terrible, terrible things...
(gasps)
(Jenny): The veterans of previous battles.
(gasps) So much bruised fruit.
(Roi): We stayed and had tea.
The hospitality around here is terrific.
(Jenny): But one of the veterans was just... a glass of juice...
- Ahh!
(Roi): He said, "Don't drink me, man!"
Guava, that could've been you!
- We have to go home. Our home.
If we stay here, you will get juiced too!
- Oh...
- But if you don't battle tomorrow,
it will mean all-out war, and we could lose all of this.
- This is not your fight, Guava.
So, let's get in the ole tub and scram!
- Exactly. Let's go home,
make some healthy snacks and forget all about
this amazing nightmare.
- Gua-La? I'm not the guy you think I am.
I'm just a regular walking, talking guava.
There's nothing special about me.
- No, Guava. You're wrong.
- She's right, you're wrong. But we still need to go.
- Um, Mr. Guava, sir? Can I have your autograph?
(chuckling) - What's this?
- You. I drew it because you're a hero
to all the shy, safety-first guavas in Guavopolis.
- Quit having doubts, Guava. Sign the thing and let's scram.
(whimpering)
Guava... - Come on, Guava. We have to go.
Your life depends on it.
- Sorry, Roi. Sorry, Jenny.
But the guavas are my people.
I've always wondered who I was,
and if the only way I can fulfill my destiny
is to stay and battle for all guavas,
then that's exactly what I'm going to do.
- No!
- Here you go, little champ. - Woo-hoo! Yeah!
- I'm going to stay.
I'm going to fight!
(Roi): To be continued...
(upbeat music)