It's time for bed.
But Abuela, we're having so much fun.
I'm not going to tell you all again.
A la cama! Go to bed!
How does Abuela always know just when to break up our fun?
She's like a bruja or something.
[Abuela] Who are you calling a witch?
[yowling]
Wait. Did you hear that?
Cats!
[growling]
How are we supposed to get inside?
They're blocking the front door.
I've got this.
Scram gatos!
[yowling]
♪ Thank you for the tips! ♪
♪ We sing this song From our lips! ♪
♪ Burger Blast! Burger Blast! ♪
♪ We make our burgers Really fast! ♪
♪ Burger Blast! ♪
Ugh, that must be the tip song.
[sighing]
Okay Pierre! Turn on the sign!
[groaning]
What's going on? I thought I heard an intruder.
Is everything okay?
That burger sign has turned my room
into some sort of fast food tanning booth.
How am I supposed to sleep?
[gasping] I know what will fix this.
We can't eat what we want. We can't play when we want.
We can't do anything.
We have to fight back! Stage a protest!
Stop doing our chores!
[squawking] Not unless you want the chancla.
[gasping] Sergio, you're right.
It's those chanclas. They're the source of her power.
If we can get rid of them,
Abuela won't be able to control us anymore.
[babbling]
He's right, it's never been done before.
We have to try!
Lights out!
Is something wrong, Bobby?
I didn't get a good BAT score.
[gasping] Who wouldn't want to give mi Bobbito a good score?
I'll just give those testing people
a piece of my mind!
I don't think that'll help, Abuela.
[groaning]
Well, my new boss is not just fine,
he's raking in the dough.
Then your new boss should pay for your potatoes
because I'm eating all of these.
[laughing]
Mr. Hon would share his potatoes.
Then you should go to Mr. Hong's.
I already asked, and he has plans tonight.
That's too bad.
[splashing]
[gasping]
He started it.
The path of the chancla is predictable.
It follows a regular route every day.
After breakfast, Abuela makes the rounds
through the building, fixing junk.
[grunting]
There, that should fix the leak.
[grunting]
Next, she does chores around the house.
[screaming]
[whimpering]
[squawking]
And if all else fails, there's always nighttime.
Super-stealth ninja has landed. I'm going in.
[snoring]
[gasping]
[laughing]
Ugh! Wrong feet. Ugh.
Oh, I knew it. She wears them in her sleep.
[snoring]
Ha-ha! Yes!
[snoring]
Abuelo? What are you doing?
Apparently, it's my job to clean the house now.
You've turned into Abuela! [laughing]
A bald Abuela!
[growling] Oh!
Ha-ha. You don't have Abuela's aim.
Oh. Bobo vacuum!
[laughing]
- Awe. - It's working.
A toast to the love of my life and the best years--
Freeze! This is a robbery!
Give me all your dinero and nobody gets karate-chopped!
Hi-yah!
[screaming]
Hector!
[gasping]
That's right! Keep running!
[groaning]
Sorry, mija, I'm just trying to protect you.
If you say so.
Ooh, there it is. Good thing I found it.
I'm late to meet Casey and Sameer at the movies.
The movies? That's two tickets to danger.
[coughing]
No one in my precious familia is going out
into this cursed city! You heard Ernesto.
We have to be careful.
There are just too many bad spirits out there.
[Bobby] The door won't open!
Open up! Let me in!
But Abuela, I can't miss Par's party.
He's my BFF, he'll kill me.
And I need to be there for my vlog.
If Cindy Tran gets the scoop on me again,
she'll steal more of my subscribers.
Hey, it's Cindy Tran with Tran Talk.
Ah, don't you just love me?
She's my nemesis.
- Make her do it. - Make him do it.
[clearing throat]
[both] Right. We'll figure it out.
I knew you two would.
Maria quickly distract the guests
with some appetizers until Paco gets back.
On it.
Hmm? Mm.
Hector!
Aye! Fancy chancla.
I need you and Bobby to play something romántico.
Keep everyone entertained.
No problem, my love.
Bobby, it's time.
What have I done?!
I've got to get these chanclas back to Abuela.
She'll fix everything!
Gotta get the chanclas!
Where'd they go?!
[barking] Lalo?!
Give me those chanclas, Lalo!
[grunting]
[squawking]
You can't take away our freedom!
[babbling]
[grunting]
[squawking, grunting]
Ah-ha! Got 'em! Party's over.
Give us the chanclas! Give us the chanclas!
Come on, chanclas, do your thing.
[grunting]
No!
Chancla smoothie, anyone?
[cheering]
Chancla, uno! Chancla, dos! Time to say adiós!
No!
Come back, chanclas! Come back!
Wait, it was a dream?
[gasping] It was a dream!
[kissing]
Bleh! 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.
Are you okay? Did you sleep alright?
Uh, well, I did have a bad dream.
[laughing]
Hey! Behave! Abuela's trying to serve us breakfast!
What?
[gasping]
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.
[grunting]