Ladies and jellyfish, boys and pearls
on behalf of the mayor,
let the "Unda Da Sea" Carnival begin!
[cheering and applause]
Is Dimmsdale's mayor an actual baby?
I guess it is illogical, isn't it?
Infantile, some might say.
[baby crying] [girls chuckling]
You hurt the mayor's feelings.
Shame on you.
♪ Hush, little mayor Don't you cry ♪
♪ You won the vote In a huge landslide ♪
What it do, ladies?
Why are you carrying around your goldfish?
They're my... emotional support fish!
Hey, here's a fun idea.
Let's forget about my fish by enjoying
some of Carnival's greatest attractions.
Such as... the food! Come along.
Yar! Here be your fried mayonnaise balls.
With extra-hot mayo on top.
That's positively repulsive. I'll pass.
Well, you "mayo may not" like mayo balls,
but I know you'll love the Carnival games.
Come along.
[squawking]
All right, mateys, this game be complicated.
You take one of these here devil's drawings
from the Dimmsonian Museum of History,
crumple it up as hard as ye can,
maybe spit on it, then toss it in the fish tank.
Drawing goes in-- winner, prize, et cetera.
Drawing misses tank, loser walk the plank.
Yada, yada, yada.
Is there actually a plank?
Oh, thar be a plank. You wanna play or not?
I'm sorry, sir, but this is a crude destruction
of priceless history.
And us native Oldsburgians call these maps,
and we would never spit on them.
"Native Oldsburgian"? Oh, this is bad.
Oh, I feel disconnected! I need a Family Circle!
No, no, no, Roy. Roy, I really don't want to!
Did someone say "Family Circle?"
Bring it in.
I see you I smell you
I'm actually good! Thanks.
[whispering] Ty, she broke Family Circle.
What if she doesn't show up for the float?
We need four people.
She'll show, sweetie. You want the ball?
Ball! [grunting]
That'll keep her busy for hours.
Sup, bestie, boyfriend,
[in growling voice] And Courtney!
- Hey. - Oops.
Sometimes these tentacles just gotta slap a hater.
Stop it!
Viv, can we leave?
I'm in the mood for something aquatic and artistic,
as opposed to fishy and trashy.
Let's go watch...
[both] Codzillard!
But I have to hit the wash closet first.
You know, I have to go too.
You know what you actually have to go to?
Oldsburg's Scone Festival for the entire month of June.
I'd love to.
[both] There's no place like Scone.
[laughing]
Zina, you were right. Courtney is a level-five hater
and she's turning Viv into one.
If we don't do something, and I mean something,
she's gonna move back to Oldsburg.
Mm, so you don't have a crush on her anymore?
Oh, we got off that crush thing a long time ago.
[sighing] Then I can finally relax enough to pee.
Wait for me, ladies.
Taking off this costume is a three-person job.
Hello, Dimmsdale.
Looking for a tango that's bango for your buck?
Well, you're in luck.
Waltz on down to the Fancy Dance Dance Studio...
website.
And enter the code... "Carnavàl."
For one tango.
- Free on- - On us.
Hey, guys, I gotta find some way
for Dimmsdale to impress Courtney
before Viv goes full-time Dimmsdale hater.
Whatcha need, kiddo?
Viv and Courtney love that "Codzillard" movie, right?
Yes, and I'm not sure why.
Codzillard's clearly just a person in a monster suit.
- Yeah. - Knocking down fake buildings
that are built small so that any idiot will believe
that Codzillard is huge.
Those buildings are fake?
And they try to sell it by showing people
pointing up at the sky and saying,
"It's a fish. It's a monster. It's Codzillard!
I trusted those people.
Well, whatever.
I wish that Codzillard would come to Dimmsdale.
Roy, this feels like an impulse wish.
Do you know what Codzillard does to cities?
- Done! - I have no idea
what Codzillard does to--
[loud rumbling]
[rumbling]
- It's a fish! - It's a monster!
It's a fish monster!
[helicopter whirring]
[growling]
[screaming]
That... was an impulse wish.
[screaming]