[honking]
[groaning] This is an awful shopping experience!
Grab his leash before he destroys
my entire mercado!
I got this.
Gotcha!
[screaming] Whoa!
[groaning]
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! [screaming]
Do you think anyone notices that I stack the soup cans
in rainbow order?
No offense, Bobby, but probably not.
Nelson, heal! Whoa!
Oh, Bobby, I'm so sorry,
I know you stack those cans in rainbow order.
No problem, Mr. Nakamura, I'm just touched you noticed.
So, Carl, about the way I've been acting,
I'm sorry if- Whoops.
Ma'am, watch out!
[screaming]
Thank you, young man.
That was the greatest rescue I've ever seen!
No problemo.
Ooh. [babbling]
He says, "Welcome to the Mercado."
[babbling]
Oh, and let him know if you need anything.
Oh, how precious.
Thanks, CJ.
I'm here to help.
Your flauta samples are going fast.
Mm.
Good right?
Better than the samples at the Bye bye store.
Actually, I think it's called--
Eat, eat.
Thanks so much for watching her.
You cut my shopping time in half.
So glad I could help.
We're proud to be the only store in the neighborhood
that offers a free babysitting service.
It's gourmet ketchup
made with the finest heirloom tomatoes.
Your hamburgers will never be the same.
Self checkout right here. No line.
Where's the scanner?
Cereal, beep, $3.99.
One can of tuna, beep, $1.50.
What the?
A parting gift for you of this moment in time.
Yikes. Uh, I mean; wow, work those angles, girl.
[groaning]
Fam, to your posts.
[snoring]
One blan of bleans,
I mean bean of hans: beep, two ninety-blean.
Hi. Is this the babysitting area?
- Oh, yep. - So you'll look after any baby?
Uh, yes.
Great. Clara! Anthony! [whistling]
[chattering]
[phone ringing]
Mercasagrando, how I help you?
Ooh, well you've heard that fact before,
well excuse me.
Carl, CJ, look alive. Maybelle called in an order;
I need a dozen mangoes, no bruises,
three cans of mango pulp, two packs of mango gum,
one pint of mango sorbet, and a roll of toilet paper.
[yelping]
[crying]
[groaning]
[dinging]
Trendy food. Trendy food.
Okay, got to find something. Um, let's see here, take this.
And one of these, and viola.
Sardine Sunday. Going to be huge this year.
I'll try it.
Not the worst thing I've eaten.
I think I'll sit this one out.
Yeah, I'll just get some chips.
You're loss. Be right back.
I only got to go to school for a few years
before I started helping mi familia at our tiendita.
Gracias, Hector.
Have a groovy day. We were lookin' fly.
[dinging]
[purring]
[grunting, meowing]
Oh, so that's how you check if a papaya is ripe.
[grunting]
Guess who has the last shipment of dairy land milk in the city?
There's only one winning bottle left, so it has to be in--
I'll take it all.
Think again.
Those Dairyland tickets are mine!
No way! Those are mine!
My mama was right! I'm a winner!
[sighing]
Wait, don't yous guys wanna admire my winning tickets?
They took my hat and my shoes.
Ah, this is taking forever.
Yeah, customers buying tacos, like, shouldn't have to wait
with the produce people.
She's right.
Okay, people, two lines.
If you want tacos, move to the right.
For mercado items, move to your left.
[grumbling]
Ah, no. What if I want both?
You got this, Sergio. Uh-oh, you don't got this, Sergio.
[groaning]
You need a new system!
See, with the cart,
you can serve customers even faster.
You're right. Let's get to work, Lalo.
I'm gonna entertain the customers
as my new alter ego, DJ Taco Tron.
[music playing]
Hey you, stop it. My Abuela's gonna be so mad.
Shoo! Shoo!
[music playing]
Whoa. Nice moves.
Are we rolling?
Rosa, how does it feel to have everyone rave
about your cooking?
Busy. I never expected my food to be so one thousand.
One hundred.
[laughing]
Well, whatever it is, it's the taco the town.
Mm mm. That is good. DJ Taco Tron, take it away.
When I say Rosa, you say, "Tacos".
- Rosa! - Tacos!
Whoa! Look at Bubble Boy.
Uh, my dad says dodgeball is a dangerous sport
and I have to be protected.
[squawking] Let's see if it works.
[gasping]
[screaming]
[groaning]
Abuelo! There you are. You may notice a slight change.
The taco stand got so popular we had to make more room
for customers.
Hey! Where is the produce section?
You're looking at it. [giggling]
Hey, Abuelo. So we had to make a few more changes
to the Mercado.
My mercado!
Don't worry, we moved the Mercado to a nice cozy nook,
with A/C. You'd better wear this.
Good luck.
Aye, que frío.
Chicos and chicas, I give you the one and only, Rosa!
Lalo, lime me.
Hey, Hector. Looks like the tacos are such a hit
you have no more mercado.
Nonsense! The sign outside still says
'Casagrande's Market'.
You sure about that?
I had some extra red paint. Isn't it beautiful?
I'm here for the pineapple sale!
Now where are all these papayas?
Give me all the mangoes you got.
[gasping]
Mango?
Aye bendito, is that you chica?
Huh? What are you two doing here?
What a coincidence. It's a Tropical Fruits reunion.
Hey, got any old beefs you want to settle?
Oh no. What's gonna happen? [groaning]
Whoa! [screaming]
Ah, I see what's going on.
You lured me here to prank me again.
We didn't do that.
[scoffs] Heard that one before.
Let's see how you like.
- Aye! - Hey!
[growling]
[squawking] Fruit fight!
Ladies, please! Act your age.
[screaming]
Step right up, try on the shoe
and get your 30 second mercado shopping spree.
All you can carry, no questions asked.
Are we sure this is a good idea?
They have tiny arms,
they can't possibly carry that much.
You're slowing the line down. Next!
[grunting]
[groaning]
Uh, not even close.
The shoe didn't fit any of the mice.
And they cleaned out the Mercado. Oh, man.
This is going to come out of my paycheck.
[Vito laughing]
Peco Sito is no longer neato.
Hey, Vito,
bet you wouldn't say that if you were here.
I sure would.
I'd tell him that he and the Gotto's stink
like yesterday's kitty litter.
[laughing]
- Peco Sito. - He's here!
Wha?
[grunting]
Peco Sito, I'm Hector Casagrande.
It's an honor to have you in our Mercado.
Why do they call you Peco Sito?
I don't know. May I have 17 orders
of your [speaking Spanish]
extra [speaking Spanish] por favore?
Uh, I get it now.
Roberto, what's with your hair and where's your apron?
Uh, it was... stained.
[speaking Spanish]
[sighing] So lame,
you have to work with that grumpy old dude.
Yeah, I hate working here. So lame.
[speaking Spanish]
Here, [speaking Spanish] I have another apron for you.
Hope it's not too lame.
Listen, man, you can wear an apron if you want,
but I'm cool. Got it?
[groaning]
Ha. Nice. Well, catch ya later, Bobby.
[speaking Spanish]
So now you not only dress like a bobo,
you act like one too? Take the day off.
[groaning]
[speaking Spanish]
Howdy, boys. Your turn for a surprise inspection actor.
Oh, hey, Henry,
That bird yours?
Wild animals are a health code violation,
you know? They're filthy.
Hey, I bathe... sometimes.
Sergio's okay. He's our pet.
[sniffing]
Okay, bird seems clean enough. All good.
Have you noticed how much chemistry
Rosa and Ivan have in dance class? Ooh.
Who wouldn't have chemistry with him?
He's so handsome and his moves. Okay.
[laughing]
[groaning]
Okay, Vito, let's start your training.
Hector, please.
I spend all my days at the Mercado,
no training required.
- Here you go, miss. - Hey!
Let me get the door for yous.
[groaning]
Don't worry, I got this.
There you go, pre-scrambled, ready to cook.
Sorry about that.
Here's new eggs and milk on the house.
Come back soon, you hear.
[groaning]
Let's start with something easier.
Something even you couldn't mess up.