[music playing]
[yelping]
[dinging]
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...
[gasping] dairy...
Not the cheese!
...and starches can radically improve
your test scores.
[growling]
Whoopsie, [chuckles]
forgot the beans, definitely can't have those.
Huh? Blah. Hey!
You lost your torta privileges, mister!
[dinging]
Abuela? You guys ready?
We're just finishing up another batch of masa
for the tamales.
Mm. Riquisimo, you guys are doing a great job.
Ay, ay.
Except somebody has trouble keeping the masa in the bowl.
[grunting] Actually, my aim is quite good.
Mom! Maria masad me!
[grunting]
It's like their kids again.
I love reminiscing! [crying]
This batch of masa is done and so are you two.
[dinging]
Hey, Abuela, is it okay if my friend joins us for lunch?
Of course, Mijita, all are welcome.
[gasping]
Alisa!
Hola, Casagrandes family! It's so great to see you again.
[sniffing]
I'm sorry, but is that... tostadas de ceviche?
You bet, Mija! Ven aquí! Let me get you a little serving.
[gasping] Gracias! Ceviche is my favorite.
[gasping] So good.
[dinging]
If he makes the field goal, Carl Casagrande will go down
as the most daring, most talented,
most handsome...
Any day now Carl.
...football player in history!
Goal!
[laughing]
My chilaquiles are for eating.
[dinging]
Ready, aim, taco.
Hmm? Mm.
[sniffing]
Hey! Get your own taco.
- No, no-- - Give me--
There's plenty for both of you. For $5 each that is.
Well done, Roberto. I better go make more.
[dinging]
Carl, CJ, don't forget your espárragos.
Oh, yucko!
Carl, you need your vegetables.
Okay, Abuela, I'll eat 'em.
Release the chocolate sauce and sprinkles!
[grunting]
Release the chancla.
[grunting]
[groaning]
[dinging]
Okay, everyone, the tamalada is starting.
We're going to make the tamales.
[cheering]
[music playing]
[humming, sniffing]
Hector, the punch is for the whole family.
Mama, have you seen Ronnie Anne and Bobby?
No. Where are they?
It's not a tamalada unless everyone's here.
I don't know, but you're about to cook me.
[dinging]
Do I at least get a snack?
Fine, I'll make you a burrito.
Now listen. This week, I'm going to show the kids,
that there's no better home than right here.
And you, you're going to get them
bigger, better, expensive gadgets.
Say what now?
This is important Hector! It's not the time to be cheap.
But--
[dinging]
Rosa, you shrunk my shirt.
That's Carl's shirt, tonto.
Whoops.
[Squawking] Ooh, marshmallow blaster,
Sergio want!
Mm. Oh, man. I'm starving!
Uh-uh, mijita, not before dinner!
[dinging]
Mis [speaking Spanish], I missed you so much.
Are you okay. Was it terrible?
Did you have an awful time? You must be starving.
Look at you. Come with me. Eat, eat.
[yelping]
Actually, we had the best time.
What?!
[dinging]
A loaf of protection, to watch over you
before your test tomorrow.
Ugh.
Herbs, to purify your energy,
I made it extra lumpy, for good fortune.
Uh, thanks, I'll just drink it later.
No, now, before it hardens.
Protection loaf, my fave. [squawking]
[dinging]
Good morning, Abuela. Hit me, Sergio!
[gasping]
What are you doing, señorito?
Just dressing up my eggs.
Ooh.
Oh, yes. I couldn't find my chanclas this morning.
Oh, well. Never mind, mijo. Eat your whipped cream huevos.
That's almost two food groups.
[dinging]
Huevos con chorizos para mis bebes.
Pretty great week, huh?
So what do you want to do today? Monster trucks? Carnival?
Oh, we're going to Dad's.
But I thought we were spending this weekend together.
Well, Dad got the weekend off.
And Mom said it was okay, so.
I see. Well, that's, nice.
[dinging]
Coming through!
[yelping]
[belching]
¡Oy! ¡Fuego!
O-o-o-oh, what a cute copy cat.
Carlitos, look at this.
The cutest.
Look at that face.
[laughing]
Carlitos, copy this. [barking]
I'm a walrus. See?
Don't- Don't you wanna copy me too Carlitos?
[laughing] Denied!
[dinging]
Mm mm, oh, yeah.
Ooh, tamales for us? Thank you.
No, no, no. This is for my dance class.
I promised Ivan a home cooked meal.
Ooh, now I'm jealous! You don't steal a man's tamales!
This dancing bobo has got to go.
[dinging]
We'll start with a good luck smoothie
packed with herbs like artemisia.
Doesn't that sound delicious?
It may sound delicious, but it tastes like a dirty pata!
[belching]
[dinging]
Ew! Sergio,
why are your feathers in my huevos rancheros?!
Sergio can't help it. Pobrecito. He's molting!
[squawking] Almost bikini season.
[laughing]
But does he have to molt into my breakfast?!
I could do it in your lunch instead.
[laughing]