[music playing]
Let's get at it.
[music playing]
Ooh!
Sorry, kiddo. I got carried away.
It's okay, Angus.
It's a lot roomier in here than it looks.
Cool, a spider. Ow! A spider!
Good news. I found two of your four teeth.
Remember when I said, "I respect a man
who wants to be left alone?"
Well, I changed my mind, Mr. Levi Alone.
He's a real jerk face.
We're still gonna deliver his letter, though. Right?
Of course we are. It's what we do.
I've never missed a single delivery
in my entire life, and I'm not about to start now.
No way. No how.
Great. Because it'd be awfully sad
if Mr. Alone never knew
that someone took the time to write him a letter.
Um... yeah, that too, I guess.
[groaning]
Why don't ya sit this one out, big guy?
Russell and I got this. [barking]
Careful, you two.
I can't wait to see the look on Mr. Alone's face
when he gets his first ever letter.
[Angus] Trust nothing and no one.
Think he's gonna hug us? He's probably gonna hug us.
Just be ready for a hug. That's all I'm saying.
Parker, once you deliver the letter,
turn and high tail it outta there.
Almost there, Russell. It's a big moment.
I'm so excited!
[ringing doorbell]
We failed Angus!
[crashing]
[growling]
[music playing]
[squeaking]
It's time to bring the mail!
[squeaking]
Who wants a package? And free t-shirts?
Thanks, Parker.
Hey, no problem, Reggie. Say, "Hello" to your mom for me.
[everyone] We will, Parker.
That gives me the chicken skin each and every time.
[clucking]
Let's do this.
[rumbling]
Let's still do this!
[grunting]
[growling]
[growling, groaning]
[grunting]
[music playing]
[grunting]
[music playing]
[grunting]
[laughing] We did it, Parker.
Y-Y-Yes! Whoo-hoo!
Oh, no. The letter.
[chuckles]
Ah, crite.
[screaming]
Yep. That hurt.
Eeeee.
Special delivery from the Middlemost Post.
That was my last shuttlecock.
No worries. I gotcha.
Whoo-hoo-hoo, that tickles.
Those lessons are really paying off, Tina.
Nice backstroke, Todd.
Tick tock, Parker.
Sorry. Duty calls.
Well, if it isn't my favorite postman,
Angus R. Shackleton, III.
Mayor, we have a package for you.
Make way, huge package coming through.
Curious as to what's in the box, Angus?
- Nope. - Bye.
Uh, the Middlemost Post has robbed us from the sun
for far too long, Ryan and I'm tired of freezing
my tuchus off on a day long shadow of misery.
[wind blowing]
Mark my words, this will be the last delivery
Angus R. Shackleton, III will ever make.
[laughing]
Levi Alone! I've got a letter with your name on it!
And you're gonna get that letter because people care about you!
[screaming]
The little nimbus is doing it.
[grunting] Hi-yah!
I did it!
Parker!
[grunting]
You've... got... mail.
"Dear Mr. Alone, I hope this letter
brightens your day! Love, Parker J. Cloud"
What?
Parker, you wrote the letter?
We went through all of this because of you?
Why?
I wanted Mr. Alone to know that...
he doesn't have to be alone.
[everyone] Ooh!
[everyone] Ah!
That was extraordinary!
Ah, I've done some sweet back flips in my day.
I don't feel the need to brag about it though.
Ah, come on. Show 'em, Angus. Angus!
[everyone] Angus! Angus! Angus!
Fine. Back up. Give me some room here.
[groaning]
Russell, mail, please.
[grunting]
[gasping]
You dropped these.
[groaning]
Angus, I think they did hear.
Nonsense.
We've been delivering mail all morning
and not a single person has brought it up.
I didn't get any sleep because of you, Cloud.
[screaming]
Well, how are you so sure it was my best buddy here?
Hey, man. My house was struck by lightning.
[gasping, groaning]
Don't worry about that guy, Parker.
Parker?
Parker, are you hiding inside Russell again?
No.
Three, two...
[horn sounding] Go!
[music playing]
[glass breaking]
[belching]
[music playing]
See? That glorified mail sorter has nothing
on the Middlemost Post.
Angus is faster than we thought, sir.
Not for long, Ryan. Not for long.
What's the use of a drone
if you don't use it to spy or cheat?
[groaning]
[music playing]
[panting]
[grunting]
[alarm sounding]
Would you be so kind to deliver this for me?
Sure thing.
Ooh, I meant the box.
[chuckles]
[gasping]
[mumbling]
No, Angus, we deliver the letters.
We don't eat them.
Hold it there, feller.
Just what do you think you're doing?
Delivering mail like a total boss.
Is that right? [whistling]
I can go toe-to-toe with this guy.
What do ya say tough stuff? You wanna dance?
[growling]
[music playing]
Okay, champ. All you have to do
is walk up to Terry and hand him his mail.
But I don't wanna.
What's this, "I don't wanna"? You could do a big guy.
You can do it, big guy. We believe in you.
[whimpering]
What a brave boy.
[whimpering]
[squeaking]
[grunting]
Afternoon, Angus. That my mail?
[chuckles]
[nervously laughing]
Well, why you looking at me like that?
[nervously laughing]
[gasping]
Yow!
Uh!
[whimpering]
This could be a problem.
[crying]
[screaming]
Ah! Uh! Ow!
Oof!
We store all the mail and the packages
inside Russell's stomach.
Don't mind the smell, it's the sardines.
And a few dirty, uh, undies I can't seem to find.
[rumbling]
What's happening?
Have you ever surfed a burp before?
Well, you're about to. Ready for launch, Russell.
[rumbling]
[burping]
[screaming]
Deliver me home, Cloud. Now!
Okay.
[doorbell ringing]
Hi, Parker.
Special delivery from the Middlemost Post.
Help... me.
Looks like you two had fun. Thanks, Parker.
Happy to help.
Welcome to Mt. Middlemost.
Boy, have you picked a great place to live.
Let's get ya settled in.
- Talking cloud! - Talking cloud!