Yep, it's the folder where I keep all my cherished memories.
Check it out. Here's me and Lynn in the bathtub,
Lori feeding me my first ice cream,
my first mechanical pony ride,
and now, my first mustache hair.
"Lincoln library" full. Make room for new file?
Yes.
Whoa! Where are you going?
[gasps] No, no, no, no! Stop!
Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
- It freaks me out! - Why?
It all started with my first grade play.
Welcome to the Magic Forest!
Oh, oh, oh...!
[crowd] Ooh...
[kid from the crowd] Timber!
[laughing]
If I ever find that kid who yelled "Timber"...
But what are we gonna do? Quit Ace?
It's what brought us together in the first place!
Lynn, wait up! Mom said you have to stay with me!
Ah! [grunting]
Oh, jeez, I'm sorry.
Here, use my cape.
Ace Savvy is always ready to lend a hand.
Thanks, I'm Clyde.
What's your name?
Dang it, that story gets me every time.
Look what came in the mail!
The Fairway Golf University course catalog!
Ooh, what courses should I take, Dad?
Biochemistry and bogeys or sand traps and sociology?
Ooh, yikes.
Both textbooks are a hundred bucks.
[sobbing]
Which shirt should I wear, Daddy?
The banana or the kitten?
Check this out.
Our little Lori was born with a pointy head,
no hair and webbed toes.
Everyone in our class has to do a report
about the day they were born, and tomorrow is my turn.
Should be a cinch, because Mom and Dad
keep detailed baby books for all of us.
Here's Luna's, here's Lynn's, here's Lucy's...
Ah-hah! Here's mine.
Huh, the section for my birth story is blank.
I was hoping I could plan the party this year.
[laughing]
Oh, you're serious.
Listen, sweetie, party planning takes a certain je ne sais quoi.
I got a ton of that!
[belching]
Besides, I've always planned our birthday parties.
Ugh, that's the point. You plan our party every year!
Even before we were born.
[blows party horn]
You always do your "frou-frou party".
It's only fair that I get to plan this year's, Lana-style.
Sorry, Dad. Carl's been driving me crazy lately.
He's following me everywhere, copying my every move.
[laughing] Kind of reminds me of someone.
- Who? - You, Chiquita.
Me? What are you talking about?
When you were about Carl's age you did the same thing to Bobby.
Everywhere he went, you were on his tail.
Pfft, no way. I never did that.
Don't take it from me. Ask your brother.
It's true, and I've got the videos to prove it.
Look, Mom, I'm a zombie!
[groaning]
Look, Mom, I'm a zombie too!
[groaning]
Dad, check out my sand castle! It's got four turrets!
I made a sand castle too!
Mine doesn't have turtles, though.
Yee-hah!
Whoo! [grunts]
[grunts]
No, no, my dad used to play favorites all the time,
and it drove me nuts.
Hey, Dad, you ready to make some key lime pie with me?
Oh, they must have had other plans.
I guess I can make it by myself.
[handle rattles]
Ding-ding darn it!
You? But, Abuelo, you love performing!
You never get nervous!
Well, I wasn't always that way.
Let me tell you about my first grade play.
I was on stage for a patriotic Mexican play
dressed in a nopal costume.
The Mexican eagle
was about to land on me holding a serpent.
Viva Méxi...
Oh!
[guy from the crowd] Viva qué?
[laughing]
If I ever find that guy who yelled "Viva qué"...
I know the feeling.
It's just part of the creative life.
You can't expect to shoot to the top right away.
When I was your age, I had to start at the bottom,
performing for our pets' birthdays.
What did the Dalmatian say after eating a snack?
"That hit this spot!"
Wow, rough crowd.
Dang it, Charles!
It was a long time before I was ready
to try my act out in public.
[laughing]
Good one, Mr. Coconuts! You bowl me over!
Guess that one landed in the gutter, toots! [laughs]
[booing]
Ah, curly fries!
Even then, I still had a lot to learn about comedy,
so I enrolled in a clowning academy.
[screams]
[laughs]
Finally, after paying my dues,
I was ready to build my own business.
How do turtles talk to each other?
On their
[cheering]