Did you hear the news? The chancla's gone.
We can do whatever we want!
Whoa, adults are scared of the chancla, too?
Since we were kids, the chancla has controlled our lives.
And now we're free!
All right, tía!
Adiós, chancla!
[cheering]
[sighs]
[phone dialing]
Frida, Carlos, hurry back home. The chancla is gone!
[chatter from the phone] I know, right?
We're going to have a blast!
[laughing]
Woo-hee-hee-hee!
I've never had so much fun in my life!
I need to share this with El Falcon.
Now, where did I leave him?
[gasps] Gross!
Where are you, El Falcon?
Has anyone seen my... [gasps]
[giggling]
Is that my monkey grip hair gel?
[barking]
And my Halloween candy?!
Time to fly!
And El Falcon?!
You know he's off-limits!
No chancla, no rules!
Whoa!
Falcon!
[grunts]
[gasps]
[sobbing]
Abuela!
CJ, Carlitos, Abuelo and Lalo took my stuff
and broke my El Falcon toy!
Why don't you go break one of their toys?
[gasps]
[upbeat music playing] Mom! Dad!
Thank goodness you're home.
Your children are out of control!
Ay, Carl, not now.
I'm listening to my jams.
And I'm gonna skateboard in the halls.
Without pants!
- Whoo-hoo! - Oh-ho! I'm free!
Oh! Go, baby! Go!
[groans] I'm so hungry.
Is anyone gonna cook dinner?
[fighting]
Give me that popcorn-wiener-cookie!
It's mine!
[sighs] I guess I'll just go to bed.
[gasps]
Hey, what are you all doing in my room?
Get off my bed!
It's not a bed, it's a trampoline!
Hey, I found Carl's cash!
[laughing and cheering]
I have got to get out of here.
[laughing]
- Out of my way, little dude! - Ah!
[panting]
[sighs]
Finally, some peace and quiet.
[loud club music playing] Ah!
Uh... Hey, bird buds?
Could you go party somewhere else?
I gotta get some sleep.
What? Turn up the music?
Okay.
Hey, that's my DJ gear!
Party like it's New Year's?
Okay!
[music gets louder]
[explosion]
[laughing] Yeah!
What have I done?!
I've gotta get these chanclas back to Abuela.
She'll fix everything!
[pigeons cooing]
Gotta get the chanclas!
Where'd they go?!
[barking] Lalo?!
[barking] Give me those chanclas, Lalo!
[grunting]
[squawking]
You can't take away our freedom!
[giggling]
[grunting]
[crash]
Ah-ha! Got 'em!
Party's over.
[in unison] Give us the chanclas!
Give us the chanclas! Give us the chanclas!
Give us the chanclas!
Come on, chanclas, do your thing.
[screams]
[in unison] No!
Chancla smoothie, anyone?
[cheering]
[chanting] Chancla, uno! Chancla, dos!
Time to say adiós!
No!
Come back, chanclas!
[sobbing] Come back!
[grunts]
Wait, it was a dream?
[gasps] It was a dream!
[smooching]
[groans disgusted] Chancla flavored.
Buenos días, Mijo. Sit down for breakfast.
Right, Abuela.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Ooh, are we having veggies?
I love veggies!
[disgusted grunt] Mm...
[gagging]
Are you okay? Did you sleep alright?
Oh, well, I did have a bad dream.
[laughing]
Hey! Behave!
Abuela is trying to serve us breakfast!
What?
[gasps]
See, Mijo?
You don't need the force of the chancla
to behave like a good boy.
Goodness is inside you already.
Oh, okay.
Here are your chanclas, abuela.
Thank you, Carl. I got this.
Hm.
Hmph.
Ha!