(clock ticking)
(lively music)
♪ Every night when I lie in bed ♪
- Oh no.
♪ I see pictures dancin' in my head ♪
- Picture sleep.
♪ Buddy Bert ♪
- What?
♪ Buckle up and we'll fly away ♪
- [Bert] Whoa
- Yeah.
♪ We're adventurin' ♪
♪ Every time the bed starts tappin' ♪
♪ Somethin' special's gonna happen ♪
- Hm, this is kind of kicky
♪ My favorite kind of traveling ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ We're adventuring ♪
♪ Come along with Bert and Ernie ♪
♪ We're gonna take a little journey ♪
♪ Bert and Ernie's great adventures ♪
(lively music)
♪ We're off to fine treasure just me and my matey ♪
♪ T'will sure bring us pleasure ♪
♪ And make us feel greaty, arr. ♪
(chuckling)
- [Announcer] A fare storm be blowing.
- Uh oh, Ernie, the Pirate Weather Service says
a storm is coming right this way.
- Don't worry Bert, we'll find the treasure
and leave before the storm hits.
(lively music)
After all, we have that map handed down
by your Great Uncle Arnold.
Argh!
(laughter)
- Ah ah ah.
- Hey!
Give us that map, monkey!
(dramatic music)
- Let us have our map back
and we'll give you anything you want.
- Ooh ooh ah ah ah ah.
- [Bert] My pirate hat?
- Okay, we'll throw in Bert's sword too.
- My shiny sword?
Anything else?
(monkey whispering)
- You drive a hard bargain there, monkey.
- Eh eh ah ah.
- Um, Ernie?
Ahh.
- So what's the map say, Bert?
- Well, to find the treasure,
cross the stream by leaping from stone to stone.
- Okay, pirates, let's leap.
- Ooh ooh ah ah.
- Do you have to do that?
Whoa.
(crash)
- Next go three pirate steps to Uncle Arnold's head.
- Ooh ooh ah ah ah ah.
(dramatic music)
- There's Uncle Arnold.
- Alright pirates, take three steps.
One pirate step.
- Ah.
- Two pirate steps.
- Ah.
- Three pirate steps.
Made it.
- Ooh ah ah ah ah.
- You will find the treasure buried beneath a happy face.
- Ooh ah ooh ah.
- Hmm, I don't see a happy face.
- Me neither.
- Ah ah ah ah.
- No monkey, that's a sad face.
The treasure's buried under a happy face.
(lively music)
- Ah ah ah ah, ooh ooh ah.
- The happy face.
Arg.
(lively music)
- Socks, ah, what a treasure.
- What's so great about socks Bert?
- You can never have too many Ernie.
- To me, a treasure would be a trunk full of duckies.
(chimes)
(squeaking ducks)
(thunder)
The storm's coming Bert.
We better get back to the ship.
- And leave these precious socks?
No way.
- We have no choice Bert.
- You may not give a stitch about socks,
but to me, they're as much a treasure
as a trunk full of duckies are to you--
- Okay old pirate buddy.
If socks mean that much to you that's good enough for me.
All hands on the chest.
Arg.
(lively music)
- Ah ah ah ah.
- Oh no, our ship's floated out to sea.
- Ah ah ah.
- And the storm's about to hit.
Nothing can save us now Bert.
- Nothing except maybe socks.
- Socks?
(chuckling)
You're right Bert.
Those socks really were treasure.
♪ And now we feel pretty, ♪
♪ We too and our matey ♪
- Arr
(laughter)
(clock ticking)
(lively music)
- Good night Bert.
- Good night Ernie.
(lively music)
Uh oh.
(clock ticking)
(lively music)