The name's Tom Spaghetti,
owner of the Tookus Spaghetti Factory.
I just wanted to stop by and see if you got my...
email.
Mr. Spaghetti? Wait-
You're real? I mean-
Of course you are. 'Sup, fam?
Heh. Come here, boy. Bring it in. How's it going?
It's going good. How are you?
- Doing good? - Yeah.
- Yeah. - Good.
Okay. [coughing]
Well, um, here's the plan, Stan.
I'm looking for a spokesperson for my spaghetti sauce.
So I drove down here in my reasonably priced
four door sedan to see if
you would like to try out.
[stammering] Wow!
- What do I have to do? - Just
make a vid of you taking this spaghetti sauce here
and then pour it all over your noggin
and then spin around and say, I'm a little spaghetti boy.
I'd love to. Mr Spaghetti.
[mumbling]
[clanging] Okay.
- I'm a little spaghetti boy! - Wait!
That's enough, Oliver.
Oh, guys, that's not Oliver.
That's Tom Spaghetti.
Ugh, but he was about to pour the sauce all over his head!
[gasping] Oliver!
And the Kid's Choice Award goes to...
[clapping]
[music playing]
[whispering] He's an incredible dancer!
[music playing]
Cue Oliver.
♪ Minnesota you are the Greatest state ♪
♪ In the land ♪
♪ My bread and my butter Land like no other ♪
♪ I'm your biggest ♪
Kurtis, now!
Bye bye.
[crashing]
♪ Fan ♪
Quick, we need a distraction!
Gertie, deploy the cannon.
[celebrating]
That was not the plan.
I paid creepy sunglass boy
40 whole dollars to drop a light on her face.
What? I didn't want to hurt her.
I just wanted to scare her a little.
Don't be so dramatic.
Yo, uh, bro to bro.
I just wanted to warn you about your new girlfriend, Beyoncé-
Excusez-moi?
I don't have a girlfriend.
I'm dating my acting career,
something you'd know nothing about.
So leave me be little sports boy. Go.
Did you just call me sports boy?
Okay, what is going on here?
Mackenzie!
Oh, good. I see you've met the new and improved Bench.
How many times must I say it's Benchamin?
Ugh! I can't work under these conditions.
I'm the only one who gets to say that.
Why is he awful now?
I don't know.
Part of my training in becoming the best actor in the world
is to take an online intensive called, How to be the Best
Actor in the World.
And they say, in order to be big...
you must make everyone else feel small.
Darla! Darla!
Where is my hot frozen yogurt?
But-But of course, Mr. Benchamin, sir.
[gasping]
Well, I must be off.
Everybody's awaiting my grand entrance.
Hope you enjoy it
[squirting] Whoops!
Oh, no! My cheese!
[exclaiming]
[whirring]
What? No, I didn't do it on purpose.
I'm not a monster.
I'm a bird.
Minnesota State bird
[cooing]
Hey, look, you're mac and cheese.
I'm scared, man. I heard two kids
went into the book from last year...
[whispering] and never came out.
What happened to them?
Pretty sure the librarian turned one of them
into a book, and made the other kid read him.
Hey, we're not just two kids or books.
Were skipping bench.
- We can do this. - You're right.
- Hold my hand, Skippy? - Of course, dude.
[creaking]
So many books.
But where are the plays?
Hello?
We're looking for a hard copy.
Whatever that is.
Man, I don't do well in situations like this.
I threw up a whole intact
churro the last time I was in a haunted house.
[thudding]
Bench?
[echoing] Skippy?
Bench, where are you?
[echoing] I don't know, dude!
[echoing] I'm near the books!
This whole place is books!
Oh, no, not again.
Bench? Bench?
[screaming]
It's been days or maybe hours.
I still don't know what a hard copy is
and I can't find-
Uh, Bench?
Hey, buddy. It's me, Skip.
Did the librarian do this to you?
Bro, are you in there?
- Bro? - You really are there!
Dude, it's me!
[screaming] [grunting]
[thudding]
[screaming] [hyperventilating]
[screaming]