Today's forecast...
[groaning and screaming]
Pain!
[cheering]
Hey, check it out.
I'm La Tormenta.
Today's forecast...
Pain!
[laughing]
Kids! You're never going to believe
what my boss gave me today.
He gave us front row tickets for tonight's
Lucha Libre championship match!
[cheering]
Wow, Tío Carlos,
those tickets have been sold out for weeks.
We even have an extra for Sid.
Really? I can't wait to tell her.
Tonight's forecast...
[farting] Farts.
[squealing] Works every time.
[snickering]
Front row means we're going to be sitting
in the tornado twist blast zone.
Close enough to feel the blast!
Today's forecast...
Recycling!
Muchachas.
Whoa, who was that?
I think that's our new tenant.
She's super-fast and has moves just like La Tormenta.
And she used La Tormenta's catchphrase. Wait.
I think she is La Tormenta.
She must be staying here during the tournament.
OMGYR!
That means oh my gosh, you're right!
- Excuse me, mijitas. - Abuela.
Why didn't you tell me that
La Tormenta was our new neighbor?
What? Don't be silly.
Her name is Blanca Guzman.
Now I've got to go fish Nelson our of his doggy potty again.
I think Abuela's wrong.
Blanca has to be La Tormenta.
I just wish we could know for sure.
- Maybe we could just ask her? - We can't do that.
A luchadora would never reveal her secret identity.
But if we could find her lucha mask,
then we'd know for sure.
How are we gonna do that?
Leave that to me.
[squawking and sighing]
This is the life.
How is giving Sergio a spa day going to get us
into Blanca's apartment?
Her apartment is right below here.
So all we need to do is create a little plumbing problem.
Oh, great idea, Ronnie Anne.
More bubbles, Sergio?
[squawking] Always.
[screaming]
Your ceiling is leaking feathers?
OK, OK, I'll take care of it while you're out.
Time to bring out my secret weapon.
Abuela, looks like you've got your hands full.
Let us help.
Oh gracias, girls.
Your Abuela doesn't mess around.
You know, if the ceiling is leaking down here,
then maybe you should check Tia Frida's bathroom upstairs.
We'll start cleaning up down here.
Mijita, you're such a good helper.
OK quick, let's find that mask.
LDI! Let's do it!
Hm...
- Hm... - Hm...
No mask here.
Whoa, there's a remote here.
[music playing]
Sid! You're a genius. You found it.
It smells like victory and pain.
You should try it on.
Me? Pshh, no.
OK!
[grunting]
- It's stuck. - Here, let me help.
[grunting]
Whoa, whoa! Hey, who turned out the lights?
Ooh, fresh mangos. I call dibs.
Ah, it has a face! I want a refund.
Where did it go?
It couldn't have gone far.
[humming]
Ah!
Nothing. What now?
La Tormenta needs her mask.
Maybe we can make one.
We don't have enough time.
But I know a faster way.
Oh, speed sowing, what a rush!
It's so cute that you wanna dress up as your
favorite luchadora for the match.
[laughing nervously] Yeah, that's us.
Super cute.
The repairs are all done, mis niñas.
Are you girls OK?
You're not running a fever, are you?
Nope, just lucha fever. [laughing nervously]
Bienvenidos, fanaticos de la lucha!
Here we go!
Another exciting match in Great Lakes City.
Presentando La Tormenta.
The mask looks great.
Versus Valentina!
This should be an easy win for La Tormenta.
Marry me, Tormenta!
[grunting]