[grunts] [grunts] Attach the Wimble to the Wumph Joint.
Puts a Flurm bolt on a Zilzonator. Stupid son of a Yip! Whoa! Guy! Hurry! [Guy] Almost done! And I’ll need a bruckle to start it up. -Hmm. About that…
-What? I may have spent our last bruckle. Well, find one! Oh! One bruckle… Hup! Coming right up. [vending machine dings] Jackpot! Big winner! Bruckles from heaven! Whoa! -[exclaims]
-[squawks] Thanks. Nearly lost my shirt. [squawks] [grunting] -Bruckle.
-Bruckle. -[machine dings]
-[Sam] It’s working! [Guy]
Hurry! Move, move, move! Do it, Guy! Hang on!
[grunts] Whoa! [all screaming] [Sam]
Whoo-hoo! -[horse neighs]
-[Guy sighing] -[sighs]
-Yes! Oh! The Ghee is definitely back! See? All you needed
was a little bit of hope. Luckily, you had a hope man
in your corner. [narrator] Guy wouldn’t admit it,
but he did need some hope. And a hope man is helpful, even if he’s a dope. [upbeat country music plays] [machine dings] [horse neighs] You’re in luck next time you’re stuck
in a pit of doom, Guy. [Guy]
Because I know how to build one of these? Nah. ‘Cause you gotta have
your origin story to tell. [horse neighs] [grunts] We made it all the way here,
and it didn’t blow up! [Guy]
Fabulous. Let’s eat. [horse explodes] Hey, look on the bright side.
[chuckles] I’ve still got one bruckle left
for breakfast. [Mr. Jenkins warbling] [whispers] Sorry, big fella,
you gotta lay low. We’re wanted men. Anybody sees you, we’re in big trouble. -[pink patron] Hmm?
-[chuckles nervously] Hup! Pray, tell, Gar-Kahn. What can a couple of big spenders like us
get for this? Mm-hmm. You might want something
from our half-off menu. Here you go. [bell rings] [humming] [narrator chuckles]
Okay, that flea is quite silly, but try not to laugh, because fleas have been known
to scare Chickeraffes. [humming]
Oh, whoa! [Mr. Jenkins squawking] Shh, shh, shh!
[whispering] It’s just a little flea. Phew.
[chuckles] [warbling] [gasps]
The missing Chickeraffe! [patrons yelling] [woman screams] [warbling]