[grunts]
Attach the Wimble to the Wumph Joint. Puts a Flurm bolt on a Zilzonator.
Stupid son of a Yip!
Whoa! Guy! Hurry!
[Guy] Almost done!
And I'll need a bruckle to start it up.
-Hmm. About that... -What?
I may have spent our last bruckle.
Well, find one!
Oh!
One bruckle... Hup!
Coming right up.
[vending machine dings]
Jackpot!
Big winner!
Bruckles from heaven!
Whoa!
-[exclaims] -[squawks]
Thanks. Nearly lost my shirt.
[squawks]
[grunting]
-Bruckle. -Bruckle.
-[machine dings] -[Sam] It's working!
[Guy] Hurry!
Move, move, move!
Do it, Guy!
Hang on! [grunts]
Whoa!
[all screaming]
[Sam] Whoo-hoo!
-[horse neighs] -[Guy sighing]
-[sighs] -Yes!
Oh!
The Ghee is definitely back!
See? All you needed was a little bit of hope.
Luckily, you had a hope man in your corner.
[narrator] Guy wouldn't admit it, but he did need some hope.
And a hope man is helpful,
even if he's a dope.
[upbeat country music plays]
[machine dings]
[horse neighs]
You're in luck next time you're stuck in a pit of doom, Guy.
[Guy] Because I know how to build one of these?
Nah. 'Cause you gotta have your origin story to tell.
[horse neighs]
[grunts] We made it all the way here, and it didn't blow up!
[Guy] Fabulous. Let's eat.
[horse explodes]
Hey, look on the bright side. [chuckles]
I've still got one bruckle left for breakfast.
[Mr. Jenkins warbling]
[whispers] Sorry, big fella, you gotta lay low. We're wanted men.
Anybody sees you, we're in big trouble.
-[pink patron] Hmm? -[chuckles nervously]
Hup!
Pray, tell, Gar-Kahn.
What can a couple of big spenders like us get for this?
Mm-hmm. You might want something from our half-off menu.
Here you go.
[bell rings]
[humming]
[narrator chuckles] Okay, that flea is quite silly,
but try not to laugh,
because fleas have been known to scare Chickeraffes.
[humming] Oh, whoa!
[Mr. Jenkins squawking]
Shh, shh, shh! [whispering] It's just a little flea.
Phew. [chuckles]
[warbling]
[gasps] The missing Chickeraffe!
[patrons yelling]
[woman screams]
[warbling]