Sweet mother of pearl, I can finally be all alone with my--
[shocked]
My experiment worked. It's huge.
[knocking]
Wait right there, cavalry's coming.
[breaking]
I am Pecan Sandy.
Huh, howdy, Pecan Sandy.
[shaking]
I'm Sandy number one, and I created you in my lab
to help me with all the chores while I'm out
saving people all day.
You can start by taking out the garbage.
Pecan Sandy hates taking out the garbage.
[roaring]
[breaking lab]
I'm sorry, Pecan Sandy.
You don't have to take out the garbage.
How about washing the dishes?
[breaking dishes]
Pecan Sandy is not your maid!
[roaring]
This experiment is backfiring on me.
I gotta think, gotta think.
[running]
Oh, my bushwhacked brain is too fried to think.
All right, time to use some brawn!
[music playing]
[smashing]
[slapping]
[making effort]
Okay, looks like I'm gonna need
to pull the rip cord and call my emergency contact.
[calling]
[singing]
[phone shell ringing]
Hello!
Narlene, help me!
Narlene, are you there?
[slamming]
Well, that's Sandy in a nutshell.
I'd like to laugh about it too, Narlene.
Can you get me out of here soon?
Sooner than you think.
[breaking shell]
Thank you kindly, country buddy.
[objects flying]
[roaring]
[breaking chair]
Don't tell me, you created a Pecan Sandy in your lab,
it's going on a rampage, and you need my help to stop it.
Yep, that about covers it.
Let me give it a think.
Hmm.
[quiet country music playing]
[falling]
[laughing]
[stumbling]
Ow, ow!
Got it!
There's only one way to pummel a pesky pecan
into pie.
With your feet!
That's your answer for everything, Narlene.
And I like it!
[pulling]
Nice triple bootsy, Narlene.
Now ain't you sweet?
I liked the toe jam slam too, Sandy.
[crushing]
My mama didn't raise no quitters.
I'm getting to the bottom of this pickle barrel.
Watch it, Narlene.
[charging]
[roaring]
Tell me, Pecan Sandy, why are you so angry?
Pecan Sandy
angry because she created me to take out her garbage.
You did what now?
Heck, I'd go on a rampage too.
-What possessed you? -It was a bad idea.
I admit it now.
Looked good on paper.
[upset]
Well, now that I know the whole story,
my hill folk wisdom tells me there's only one way
to crack this nutty problem.
[breaking door]
We gotta let her loose.
Live her own life.
I want whatever Pecan Sandy wants.
I am Pecan Sandy and me do what me want.
[thumping away]
Y'all come back anytime.
All right, we've earned a break.
[bubbling]
[happy country music playing]
Me finally happy!
[roaring]
[building falling]
Sandy, help us!
[music playing on headphones]