[squawking] 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?
[cooing]
Breakfast bot.
[laughing]
Oh, brother.
[squawking] Could you guys keep it down?
I'm trying to relax.
Oh, and I borrowed your back scratcher.
Sergio! That's my toothbrush!
[groaning] You're so annoying.
Wait a minute, that's it!
I'll be the most annoying date ever.
Sergio, teach me your ways.
Not enough time, I'll come with.
Let me just take out these butt warmers.
Those are my headphones!
[music playing]
[cooing, music playing]
Sergio, could you keep it down?
What? Turn it up? Okay!
[music playing]
Beaten by a bird. Can it get more embarrassing?
[groaning]
[squawking] Clean up at the register!
You might be wondering why I've gathered you here today.
To smell a bunch of dirty laundry?
No.
Did you guys see all that?
I think that guy's in to Lori,
and she doesn't exactly seem to hate him either.
[squawking] He's hot and you're... you.
Oh, this is awful.
[squawking] Give back those crackers.
That's my snack!
[crashing]
[squawking] Nice job, biscuit breath.
No big cuts.
[grunting]
It's okay. [groaning]
That was only, ah... 47th try.
[squawking]
The bad hairdresser strikes again.
So many victims. Is no one safe?
[groaning, grunting]
Ow! Now she's got me.
Well, guess what? It is a different!
[squawking] Making a new movie,
Attack of the Bad Hair Dresser.
Who's hair will she butcher next?
[music playing]
[clucking]
[laughing] Oh!
He does appear to think he's a cat.
Aye, Bobby. [purring]
Mom, Dad, can you guys help him?
[squawking] Send him to the pound.
Ow!
Hey, Mr. Nakamura.
Are you guys training for the circus?
[squawking]
Step right up and see the clowns.
Tonight's forecast... [farting]
...farts. [barking]
Works every time. [laughing]
Breakfast is ready, Fancy Pants.
[groaning] Hey! Oh!
[screaming]
Oh, good, you got my gift.
[music playing]
[groaning]
Ew! Sergio, why are your feathers
in my 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]
[groaning, laughing]
It's gonna take more than one failed test
to convince my dad to stay. We need to go bigger.
[squawking] Let's lock him in a cage.
What? You guys do it to me. [squawking]
[snoring]
Hey, Sergio. [squawking]
Who's your favorite Casagrande?
[squawking] Me. No contest.
[squawking] Carl's a close second.
[squawking] Carl for the win.
[chuckles] Works every time.
Carlota, please, please focus.
I have some questions to ask you.
I've got a question.
Think this calculator floats?
[shrieking] My lucky calculator!
Oh, don't worry, I can clean it.
Club soda will get everything out.
I'm never seeing you again!
Calcu-later.
Thanks Sergio. I gotta run,
the finals of my game are starting.
Your bill, sir.
[music playing]
Uh-oh. Good thing he
What's the deal with this guy?
Oh, hey, Carl. How are ya?
[squawking] Wrong old guy.
My intel said he always sits on this bench.
[humming]
[squawking] Your intel stinks.
Take that back!
[fighting]
Mm. Please.
Oh, no. She's using her puppy dog eyes.
[whimpering]
Must... look away. Can't resist.
Okay, mija, fine... you can go.
Thank you, thank you. Gracias.
[chuckles]
You're a weak man.
We're sorry, Tía/
No, I'm sorry.
I just get so excited about baile folklorico;
the drama, the joy, the passion!
I guess I just went a little loca.
[groaning] Ya think?
But it's never too late, Abuelo.
Yeah, you have plenty of free time now.
I run the mercado in the afternoons.
Into the ground. Ah! JK!
If the spell can be broken,
then you all shouldn't have to live with me.
This... is my family now.
[meowing]
[squawking] Good point. Have a nice life.
Well, guys, the day is finally here.
[squawking] You're finally potty trained?
No,
[CJ] Sergio, that's mine!
- It's mine! - Get your own!
50,000 hits in a couple of hours?
That's amazing! Proud sister moment!
Oh, way to go sidekick.
You're the sidekick, I'm the star, baby.
Lesson two: bird bath 'cause you two stink.
Get in. Lather up.
[cooing]
Okay, pío píos, let's hurry it up. Chop-chop.
[squawking] Stop it! Who's washing who here?
[squawking] Uh-oh.
Come on, time to go. Vamonos!
[cooing]
Whee!
Eh, clean enough.
Give back my toppings! Whoa!
[crying] My toppings!