It's Carl time.
Okay, new plan.
[laughing]
Well, we tried to be nice, now it's time to play hardball.
Yeah!
Do we need helmets for hardball?
No, but we do need a Carl.
So we tried to talk to them, but they didn't listen.
We don't know what else to do. Can you help us?
I have a few ideas,
but your free five minute consultation is over.
That'll be twenty to deal with the sign,
thirty for the song and sixty for the smell.
- We have five. - I also offer payment plans.
So where's your guy who's supposed to be helping us, Carl?
Anybody want a s'more?
Relax. He'll be here soon with the tarp to cover the sign.
Problem solved.
Look, there he is.
Sergio's your guy?
Don't worry. He's very dependable.
What? A hot dog spill on 39th Street?
- I'm out. - No! Don't drop it yet!
[screaming]
Uh...
Strep right up for Great Lake City's
freshest and yummiest tortas!
Good thinking, mijo.
Selling the week-old tortas from the Mercado?
Ha, he gets his business smarts from me.
What? Week-old?
What? No! Don't listen to him!
They're fine. See?
Today is gonna be awesome.
Fresh tortas for sale! Now with no mold.
Now it's all about donating to new charities, like the Carl Fund.
The Carl Fund is what all the cool kids are donating their allowance to.
It goes to worthy causes like recreation, appearance, snacks...
- Seriously, Carl? - Haters gonna hate.
[gagging]
Gross. Sergio feathers.
Wait a minute.
If I can't find Sergio, maybe I can replace him.
That'll give me more time to look for him.
Bobby, you're brilliant.
[gagging]
Thanks for helping me, Carl.
Mm-mm, I helped you more than that.
[groaning]
Huh. We'll call it a down payment.
Anyways, moving on, I give you the new Sergio!
Oh, it looks just like him.
Kind of. Is that drone?
Yeah. I glued on some feathers and googly eyes
and I taped the walkie talkie to it,
so you can pretend to be Sergio, while I fly him around.
[squawking]
I'm Sergio.
I'm annoying. This is great, Carl.
Aw, gross!
Relax, it's just guacamole.
Well, in that case...
I love ghosts.
I just joined the Great Lake City Ghost Club.
My wife says I'm not allowed to believe in ghosts, but I doo.
Bunch of saps.
A guide took us all around the city,
showing us where spooky local legends live.
That tour sounds like a really waste of money to me.
Huh?
Wait, did that tour cost money?
Claro, muchacho, but it was worth every penny.
[gasping]
I'd pay anything for a night of thrills like that.
You might be wondering why I've gathered you here today
To smell a bunch of dirty laundry?
No. I want to bring you in on an exciting investment opportunity.
Our very own spooky tour!
All we have to do is make up some spooky junk,
give the people some scares, and the money will come pouring in.
[laughing]
All aboard the Terror Tram!
Woo-woo!
Watch your step!
But seriously, Mrs. Chang doesn't know I borrowed this from the zoo,
so can you all be extra careful?
Prepare yourselves.
You all better be on your best behavior.
El Cucuy is always watching,
ready to gobble up any troublemakers! Didn't clean your room?
El Cucuy is gonna get you. Stayed out too late?
El Cucuy's a coming!
Uh, sampled a few cashews at the Mercado without paying?
Ha. You're definitely gonna get eaten.
If you need me. I'll be on the fourth floor.
He's done already?
- Hide! - Where?
We can send the reptiles on a little ride, but they'll need a chaperone.
Oh, why can't they be in cages?
Because this is funnier.
Whoa! Whoa!
[screaming]
Ow.
I got it. Why don't we set them up on a surprise date?
Lame. I have a better idea.
I'll dress up is an evil ninja, and pretend to rob the Mercado.
Then Abuelo will have to save Abuela
and she'll be all, "Oh, Hector, you're so brave!"
[kissing noises]
Okay, That's a terrible idea.
You do know that's the dirty laundry, right?
[laughing]
- Awe! - It's working!
A toast to the love of my life and the best years--
Freeze! This is a robbery!
Give me all your dinero and nobody gets karate chopped!
Hiya!
[screaming]
Hector!
[gasping]
That's right, keep running.
[grunting]
Thanks for saving me, mi amor.
Saving you? I was making sure the food was okay.
Oh!
Rosa, come on!