[tires screeching] Just go for it. We have a lot
of rehearsing to do. It's too dangerous,
Mr. Coconuts. I'm not getting
any younger, kid. Just count the rings
in my neck. [gasps] Okay. - Na-na-na-na-na. - Here goes. [screams]
[crash] Oh, that was a close one,
Mr. Coconuts. Ah!
Mr. Coconuts? Is that you, Uncle Woody? Your boy Coconuts
is coming home. Oh, stay with me,
Mr. Coconuts, please. Somebody call Pine-1-1. Sorry, I couldn't resist. No, that was good. [coughing] Mom, Dad, I need
a ride to the wood shop! It's an emergency! - It wasn't my fault, Lisa. You saw it, right?
He came out of nowhere. Uh, this hallway
is full of blind spots. How is Mr. Coconuts? - He's out of surgery. Dr. Ted soldered
his leg back on and said he'd be as good as new
with a little sanding and some primer. - Oh, thank goodness. I'm sorry for hitting him
with my car, allegedly. - There's just one problem. Mr. Coconuts is going to be
at the shop for a few days, but we booked a party. They're expecting
a ventriloquist act, and I don't know what to do. Me talking like this just
seems a little weird. - Well, you've done weirder. Anyway, I wish I could help,
but I've got another glam sesh with Mr. Grouse at 4:30. Bye. - [gasps] You can help me. You can be my new dummy. - Ha-ha, sweetie,
Lola Loud is no one's dummy. - See, you made a joke already. You know, I wouldn't be
in this situation if you hadn't splintered
Mr. C's femur all over the hallway. - Allegedly. Look, how about I cover
his medical bills, up to $100? - Huh, guess I'll just find
someone else to perform with me to a packed house. - A packed house? You mean, people
really come to your shows? - Yep, and this time,
it would be your show, just like your pageants. You'd be the star. - "You'd be the star"
is my favorite sentence ever. You got yourself a dummy. - Boy, I sure am thirsty,
Princess Sassy Pants. - Hey! You trying to drown me
or something? Holy mackerel, I'm no carp. [laughter] [cheering] - That was incredible. Looks like they love you. Look at all these texts
for party requests. I've never gotten
so many in one day before. - I'm not surprised. We slayed. - Does this mean you might
be interested in doing these other shows with me? - Are you kidding? Today was such a rush-- all the applause and adulation
I've been missing. I'm totally in.
Eunice, listen to this! [cell phone ringing] - Funny Business LLC. You bring the money,
I bring the funny. Luan speaking. - This is Dr. Ted
at the wood shop. I'm happy to report Mr. Coconuts
has made a full recovery and is ready to be discharged. - Oh, that's great news. I'll be by to pick him up. - And then the crowd
cheered so long, we bowed four times, Eunice,
four times! - Luan?
- Oh, sorry, Dr. Ted. I'll be by, uh, soon. <i> [upbeat ragtime music]</i> <i> ♪ ♪</i> - I can't believe we're
headlining the Chortle Portal. I've performed here
a million times, but I've never been
the main act. - Oh! Let's take a selfie
of us with our poster. Oops, hang on. My memory is full. I just need to delete
a few pictures. <i> [melancholy music]</i> <i> ♪ ♪</i> [groans uneasily] <i> ♪ ♪</i> Since this is going
to be such a big gig, I was thinking that,
instead of drinking water, I could eat pizza
and have you spit it out. - Make it a ham and pineapple,
and I won't even be acting. Blech.
[both laugh] [both scream] - Mr. Coconuts,
how did you get home? - Oh, hey, kiddo. Why is it so dark in here? I passed the wood shop
on my way home and picked up Mr. C for you. - How thoughtful. - Nice to see you up
and about, Mr. Coconuts. Sorry about the whole running
over you thing, allegedly. I'll leave you two to catch up. I got to practice
spitting pepperonis. - Oh, it's great
to see you, Mr. Coconuts. How are you feeling? Like one of Lynn's crusty socks
left on the floor. Were you ever gonna
pick me up, toots? - Oh, I'm sorry. I've been super busy. Oh, I know. Your dad told me. You and Lola are the hot
new comedy team in town. He did? Chortle Portal, huh? Boy, Dad sure likes
to flap his gums. Listen, I can explain. No need to, doll. You've hit the big time. I'm really happy for you. You are? So we're good? Good as gold, kid.
