We're here!
And we got the perfect spot to see the concert.
[groaning]
Hey, girls, I'm gonna hand out some free samples.
I'll take two.
How did you get in?
Sancho is a VIP.
Very important pigeon.
I'll take those.
Thanks for the snack.
Were off to watch your favorite band.
Great. They can see the show and we can't.
There must be a way to fix this.
Ronnie Anne, look!
If the truck was just five yards to the left,
we'd be able to see the stage and we'd still be in the designated area.
Casey, would it be cool if we moved the truck just five little yards?
It's cool with me, but this is a big truck.
- How are you going to move it? - I can help in exchange for a cubano.
Deal!
Rey Zuko!
[laughing]
Hey, what are you doing with my truck?
[screaming]
Maybe it's not that bad.
[screaming]
- Uh-oh. - Dad, you okay?
Oh man, your foot is all banged up.
We've got to get you to the first aid tent.
Rey Zuko with help.
Casey, we leave the truck in your hands.
To the first aid tent, big guy.
We're so sorry, Casey.
It's okay. Accidents happen.
At least you guys can see the show.
Uh, you know what?
I might be able to run the truck with just one of you.
Oh, that way we can take turns seeing the show. Sid you can go first.
I won't enjoy the show about you.
- Ugh. Me neither. - Wait, I got it.
- Breakfast bot. - Your robot can work the truck with me?
Oh, he's amazing.
And he doesn't need to take any pee breaks.
Breakfast bot, come in breakfast bot.
Your food making skills are needed.
Breakfast bot reporting for duty.
Wow, that was crazy fast.
That's how I roll literally.
[laughing]
Let's get cooking.
Now to re-program you from pancakes to cubanos.
That should do it.
Mustard, jamon, pickles, queso.
I had my doubts, but he's good.
If you think my cooking is good, check out these sweet moves.
I call this the robot.
[laughing]
Go on, see the show. We got this.
- Awesome. - Thank you.
Two more cubanos.
Well, if it isn't tattle bot.
Beat it, bird breath. I'm busy.
Hey, Sancho, what do you call a useless pile of metal?
Breakfast bot.
[laughing]
Oh, brother.
- We finally made it. - And we made it together.
12 is Midnight! 12 is Midnight!
12 is Midnight!
It was okay to leave Casey with breakfast bot, right?
He's a pro. I'm sure it's fine.
Mustard, jamon, pickles, queso.
- Mustard, jamon... - Hey.
That's not enough ham for a cubano.
My proportions are scientifically measured, so cram it.
Oh, I'll cram it.
Give it up.
You guys, cut it out.
Fine, have it up.
Not cool, bolt brain.
Why does it feel like we're moving? Quick, get to the front!
Buckle up.
[screaming]
[squealing]
Yoon Kwan is even dreamier in person.
For our final song, we'll pick two fans to sing to on stage.
Us! Us! Us!
It's breakfast bot.
We've lost control of the food truck!
It's his fault.
And we're rolling towards the concert!
Well, buddy, things can only go up hill from here.
Aye, that's my food truck rolling downhill!
- Oh, no! - What have we done?
We have to stop the truck.
You two!
Is he talking to us?
Yeah, yeah you, come on up.
[squealing]
Wait. Are we forgetting something?
It's fine. It has brakes.
This cubano with not enough jamon is blocking the brakes.
We're doomed.
- Aw. - This is so insane.
And we love you so much, but gotta go.
Aw, goodbye, my love.
How are we gonna stop the truck?
[screaming]
Maybe Yoon's big beautiful face can help us.
Oh, but how do we reach it?
- Boo! - Hey Sid, I have an idea.
[laughing]
Rey Zuko, could you please help us out?
[screaming]
Rey Zuko!
[screaming]
Hiya!
♪ No matter what falls from the sky ♪
♪ I will love you ♪
[gasping]
We crushed 12 is Midnight.
Oh, thank goodness.
Is everyone okay?
My truck.
My reputation.
[crying]
We're ruined.
It's all our fault.
We agreed to help you, but instead we were just focused on Yoon.
Our K-Pop obsession has destroyed your business and the show.
We're so sorry.
Anyone in there?
[groaning]
Cubano?
[gasping]
Wow. That's the best sandwich I've ever had way.
[cheering]
♪ Pan, and mustard, jamon ♪
♪ A pickle and two slices of queso ♪
♪ Put the panini in the panini press There you go ♪
♪ Solo eso ♪
We're back!