Fashion Play, come in, Mama Grande's heading to home base.
Copy that. Mercado Man, wait for my signal.
Ah, bees!
Oh, get away!
[screaming]
Roger that, signal's a go.
Wait, what? No!
The Professor is setting sail.
Wahoo!
Oh, mayday!
I'm about to crash into Mama Grande!
Ooh!
[yelling]
Ow...
Mm.
- Oh! The truck is on the move. - I'm on it!
Dang it! It's parked right in front of our building.
And Abuela is right by the window.
We're going to need a new plan.
Standby and wait for our signal.
Hey Abuela, we can chop the onions for you. Take a break.
Oh, thank you. I was getting tired of standing.
Take a load off. Bobby's got everything under control.
[sobbing]
Bobbito, the onions are too strong for your sensitive eyes.
No, no! This... this is great.
[groaning]
What's the rush?
They only move this fast if they're following someone.
- Who is it? - Ronnie Anne.
She's going... downtown.
Downtown? At her age?
Is she crazy?
We tried to talk her out of it, but you know how she is,
stubborn like an ox.
Are you sure you're the ones who should follow her? You're kind of...
You're old.
What a burn!
Hey, why don't I go? I'll make sure she's safe.
No, no, all my grand babies are too precious.
Actually, it's not a bad idea.
Carlotta knows downtown better than any of us.
And I will go with her!
[slurping]
She'll need a man for protection.
OK, but you have to hold your sister's hand.
No way! How will the ladies know I'm single?
I'll tell them.
Alright, she seems OK so far.
OK? She's surrounded by pigeons!
[gasping]
And eating a pretzel!
She has no idea what city critters will do for food!
Hey, don't sweat it, fam. I got this.
[cooing]
It's a good thing I lit my special candle,
or Ronnie Anne could have been bird food.
Hey pigeons, come get some lunch!
Uh-oh...
[screaming]
- Get him! - It's a trap!
[groaning]
Stop resisting.
You're only making it worse.
[screaming]
Not goin' down!
- He's getting away! - After him!
Look out, he's got the marshmallow blaster!
[squawking]
I'll get him with my ninja skills!
[yelling]
Carlotta, let's trap him!
Think again!
[screaming]
Sorry!
[crashing]
OK, we've got 24 hours to get you ready for your next test.
First thing's first, exercise.
Scientists say it helps release stress.
Four, five, six.
Nope, that one doesn't count.
[music playing]
Put your back into it!
Time for some laps around the park. Go!
[screaming]
Wow, you really stuck the landing.
I am the champion.
[groaning]
Ooh!
Torta Fridays, best day of the week.
This looks delicious! I'm starving.
And everything is sore.
What you put in your body the night before a big test is crucial.
Studies show that cutting out meat,
- dairy... - Not the cheese!
And starches can radically improve your test scores.
[growling]
Whoopsie! Forgot the beans.
Definitely can't have those.
Huh?
Hey!
You lost your torta privileges, mister!
OK, and if I use this,
and this, and a little bit of that. It'll be perfect.
Hm, looks just like me. Well, not quite as handsome.
[giggling]
Go away, monkey. Can't you see I'm busy?
Hey, that's my snack!
[shrieking]
See you later. I'm off to find Keyon.
I think the komodo dragon is this way.
Ah! It's OK, Carl. You're not afraid of one little animal.
You are afraid of that!
[screaming]
This dirt smells weird.
Not dirt! Not dirt!
You again? Vete! I work alone.
I hate monkeys.
Maybe Keyon was this way.
[screaming]
Nice skunks, don't mind me. Just passing through.
Phew.
Monkey, no!
Stop it!
It's my beef jerky!
[shrieking]
Oh, gee!
At least the skunk smell covers up the poop smell.