Hey, can we get another
Triple Goober Berry Sunrise over here?
And don't you skimp off the triple.
- Here you-- - It's starting!
[laughing]
I'll take another one, this time with less manager.
Attention children of all ages!
[indistinct chattering]
I love you! I love you!
Put your fins together for the cool cat
on the drum kit, Bongos Bear!
On trumpet, this bivalve really swings,
Clem Clam!
You know him, you love him.
Eight tentacles on 88 keys. It's Rock T. Puss!
That's our combo, give it up for The Goofy Scoopers!
♪ A one and two And three and four ♪
♪ I need more scoops Ice cream galore ♪
♪ Or I'll banana split Right out that door ♪
♪ Don't you know I'm doing the goober rag! ♪
Yeah!
I love you, Rock T. Puss!
♪ Oh, five and six And seven and eight ♪
♪ Finish my ice cream Licking my plate ♪
♪ Another fudge sundae Sure sounds great ♪
♪ And that is how I do that goober rag ♪
Mm.
♪ Nine and ten And eleven and twelve ♪
♪ Get the rum raisin Off that shelf ♪
♪ I'll eat the whole tub All on my own ♪
♪ And I don't even need a cone♪
♪ Don't you know, that's how ♪
♪ Can't you see I'm doing it now ♪
♪ I'm coming, I'm going I'm doing the goober rag ♪
Whoo! Yeah!
Whoo! Yeah-yeah! Whoo! Whoo! Yeah!
Alright boys, time to go.
You can't kick us out.
We've been coming here since we were kids.
Yeah. We're the Goofy Scoopers' biggest fans.
Well, that's your problem. Closing time.
[crying]
You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!
This stinks.
I wanted to go backstage for an autograph.
Don't worry, Patrick.
We'll just come back and see the Goofy Scoopers tomorrow.
[rooster crowing]
[yawning]
- Good morning. - Ah! I don't carry cash!
Huh? It's you two.
We camped out all night to see the Gooey Sneakers.
Goofy Scoopers.
Yeah, them. They're gonna write on my head.
Well, about that.
The Goofy Scoopers are over. Too old fashioned.
The kids want a new sound.
A new sound?!
That's right, I brought in an act
you're going to flip over.
Say hello to Deejay Two Scoops!
[music playing, cheering]
I'm sorry, but the Goofy Scoopers are
the only ice cream themed musical robot act
we'll ever love.
Patrick, don't give in to its seductive wab wabs
and wob wobs.
Please, Mr. Manager,
you have to tell us where the Scoopers are.
Are they playing at a coffee house?
Are they playing the Bikini Bottom Bowl
or around the world tour?
Oh, my. No.
I threw those old robots in the garbage.
They're never playing anywhere again.
[whimpering]
[crying]
Alright, you're killing the atmosphere in here.
Please do all your crying outside.
[crying]
Wait a minute, Patrick, I have a plan.
We can stop crying.
I wasn't crying, I was just... flushing my eyes.
You were saying?
We are going to get the Goofy Scoopers back together
for a reunion show.
Then everyone will remember how great they were.
But we don't know where they are.
True, but we do know how they got to where they were
before they went where ever they are.
Hmm? Hmm?
[growling]
I'm confused,
but I appreciate your confidence.
Count me in.
[beeping]
[humming]
Hmm.
Huh?
Sorry about borrowing your truck.
We have to save some robots from the trash,
so our favorite band can get back together!
I'm sure you understand!
Eh, that sounds reasonable.
Hey! What you boys doing to my precious junk?!
Sorry, sir. I was just looking for some robot musicians.
And I was looking for food.
You gonna eat this hot dog?