[Ducks quacking, record scratching]
Both: ♪buckle up, duckies ♪
♪ 'cause we got a rocket van ♪
♪ delivering bread
♪ flying quazy 'cause we can ♪
♪ quazy, quazy
♪ quazy 'cause we can ♪
- Swaysway! - Buhdeuce!
- Do a barrel roll, man!
Both: Sweet!
♪ Buckle up, duckies 'cause we got a rocket van ♪
♪ delivering bread, flying quazy 'cause we can ♪
♪ Booty kick it, party punch it ♪
♪ shake your feathers, make your pants dance ♪
- Look out, we're gonna crash land!
Crash!
[Triumphant music]
♪
[Frogs croaking, crickets chirping]
[Upbeat rap music]
- ♪I be ♪
♪ Booty kicking bread in the rocket van ♪
♪ pack it up real nice, the best I can ♪
♪ stuff that bread, fill it up to the brim ♪
♪ then I take the rest and cram it all in ♪
Hooh-ah! [Doors creak]
Packed it like a pro.
- Buhdeuce?
Yo, buhdeuce!
I've got some news so big, it is gonna make
your head explode.
- Tell me, tell me, tell--
I'm very excited. Please tell me the news.
- Here, big guy.
Better protect your noggin,
'cause today, in this very hangar,
I am giving out...
[Whispers] An award.
- What kind of award?
- The first-ever...
Breadwinners...
Employee of the month award!
- Oh, my bap!
Ahh, employee of the month.
I can see it now.
[Marching band music, crowd cheering]
- We love you, buhdeuce!
- Thank you! I love you too!
But most of all, I love you,
big, shiny employee of the month award.
Crowd: Buh-deuce, buh-deuce, buh-deuce!
- Buhdeuce, stop smooching the bread.
- Wha--huh? Hey!
I don't kiss on the first date!
Huwah!
- Come on, the ceremony is about to begin.
And trust me, you do not want to miss it!
[Upbeat music]
[Reverb]
[Clears throat] Good afternoon,
and thank you all for coming out today.
- [Laughing] All right!
Yeah! I know him!
I-I totally know him.
- Thank you, thank you.
We're here today to honor a truly righteous member
of the breadwinners team.
- [Giggling]
- Someone who works hard...
- I work hard! - And gives it their all.
- I give it my all! - It's time now to announce...
The employee of the month!
[Triumphant music]
- ♪ Employee of the month
♪ employee of the month
♪ I'm gonna be ♪
♪ employee of the month
- and the award goes to...
Hold on, I need my glasses.
Yep, ah.
Wait a minute. I don't wear glasses.
Crash!
- Oh, come on, open it!
- [Grunting]
[Phone rings]
Yello? Oh, hey, how's it going?
- Oh, my bap.
- Yeah? Uh-huh? Oh!
[Laughs]
You don't say.
I'm sorry, you have the wrong number.
- Open the envelope already!
- And the award for employee of the month
goes to...
The rocket van!
- Yeah, boy!
Yep, yep, yep, yeppity yep yep.
Yep, yep, yep, yeppity--
bonk!
Wait. The rocket van?
- How about a big round of applause
for our winner?
Whoo-hoo!
- Whoo...
Hoo.
- Are you feeling all right?
- [Sniffles] Me? Oh, yeah.
Never been better.
[Frogs croaking]
[Sobbing]
I know it's just an award, and...
[Sniffles] I shouldn't cry,
but I just can't help it!
[Wailing]
It's not fair.
I should be employee of the month.
[Blows nose]
- Ribbit?
- What's that, jelly?
You're right.
I will not cry.
I am better than the rocket van,
and I'll prove it!
Then swaysway will see how good I am,
and he'll make me employee of the--
of the-- [Giggling]
Jelly, I'm trying to be serious here,
and you're licking my butt.
- Ribbit.
[Funky rock music]
♪
- Whoo-hoo! [Laughs]
Did you see that?
The rocket van takes a lickin'
and keeps on tickin'.
- Big deal. I can take a lickin'.
[Grunting]
Agh!
[Grunting]
- Uh, are you okay?
- Me? Ha, ha. Oh, yeah.
Not even a scratch.
[Energetic rock music]
♪
- Whoo-hoo! That's what I'm talking about.
You are fast, rocket van,
a.K.A. Employee of the month.
- Yeah, but sooner or later,
the rocket van runs out of gas.
I never run out of gas.
[Farts]
- Oh, ugh. Gross.
- I don't mean to toot my own horn, but--
[toots fanfare]
- Ew! - [Farting]
- Gah! What has gotten into you?
- Ooh, sorry, bap.
Once you break the seal,
the fart gates cannot be closed.
[Farting musically]
- Whoo! Rocket van, you are a lean, mean,
bread-delivering machine!
- Well, I can be lean.
[Inhales]
Blah. I can be mean.
[Roars]
And I can be a machine.
[Crunching]
I'm a machine. [Gears whir]
I'm a machine. I'm a machine.
- [Laughs] What a quazy little dude.
- I'm a machine.
I'm a machine.
[Grunts]
I'm a machine. I'm a machine.
I'm a machine!
[Upbeat digital music]
I'm a machine!
[Music slows down]
I'm a machine. [Panting]
[Alarm blaring, duck quacking]
Sorry.
[Panting]
I'm...A...
Machine.
[Groans]
I did it.
[Chuckles] I proved that I'm
a lean, mean,
bread-delivering machine.
[Snores]
[Alarm buzzes]
- ♪ Wakey wake, sleepy head ♪
♪ time to get up and deliver more bread ♪
- Oh, boy.
[Energetic music]
- Yo, buhdeuce. - Gah, wha?
- Do me a favor and secure the cargo.
- Roger... [Yawns]
That.
Faberge egg bread all secure.
- Good, 'cause we're about to begin
an unnecessary and extremely reckless
vertical ascent!
Whoo-hoo!
[Ominous music]
- [Growls]
- [Snoring]
Agh! Wha-ha-ha-ha!
[Heroic music]
♪
- Whoa!
The rocket van totally saved your beak.
That was awesome!
- Yeah, awesome.
- Once again, it proved why
it's employee of the month.
Come on, let's head on home.
- [Sighs]
[Crickets chirping]
Hi, rocket van.
I just wanted to say thanks for saving me.
And sorry for trying to take your award.
You deserve it.
Not me.
[Sad country music]
♪ You've got levers ♪
♪ and fancy parts
♪ I've got a belly ♪
♪ and a butt that farts
♪ you can do barrel rolls and loop-de-loops ♪
♪ and other cool tricks
♪ I can't even bathe myself ♪
♪ or hang a shelf
♪ and I'm 2'6" ♪
♪ I just want to be the best ♪
♪ breadwinner
♪ that I can be
♪ 'cause delivering all that bread ♪
♪ means everything to me
♪ always hanging with my best bap sway ♪
♪ party punching all day
♪ I just want to be the best ♪
♪ breadwinner
♪ but I can't be ♪
- Buhdeuce, come on, man. That's not true.
You are the best breadwinner.
- Really? - Yeah, man.
- But he's got levers and fancy parts.
- So what?
You've got guts and a really big heart.
- But--
♪ but he can do barrel rolls
♪ and loop-de-loops
♪ and other cool tricks
- yeah.
♪ But you can do ninja rolls
♪ and somersaults
♪ and Booty kicks
- yeah, boy!
- ♪ And if you wanna know the truth ♪
♪ there ain't nobody who ♪
♪ loves bread more than you
sing it, bap!
- ♪ I really am the best
♪ breadwinner
♪ that I can be
- ♪ you're better than the best ♪
♪ you're bestest to me ♪
- ♪ I can't even floss my teeth ♪
- So? - ♪ or count to three
- ♪ that's why you got me ♪
- ♪ I really am the best
♪ breadwinner
♪ that I can be
- ♪ you can be
both: ♪ we can be
- thanks, swaysway.
With a best bap like you,
I don't need a silly award.
- Oh, really?
'Cause I was actually planning on giving you one.
But if you don't want it, I--
- I changed my mind! I want an award!
- In that case, congratulations...
Employee of the year!
- Oh, my bap!
Thanks...Bap.
- You're welcome, bap.
[Digital hip-hop music]
♪
[Frogs croaking]
[Alarm beeping]
Crash!
- [Laughs] Oh, yeah, nailed it!
[Dance music]
- Swamp pad, we're home!
[Chuckling]
Whoa!
Aw, jelly, you licked my face off.
- You know, after a long, hard day of delivering bread,
there's only one thing I want to do.
- [Chuckles] - Eat bread!
- ♪ Bread! Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread ♪
♪ bread, bread, bread, bread, ooh! ♪
♪ Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread ♪
- Come on, let's set the table
and eat like proper ducks.
Screech!
Both: Whoa.
[Flies buzzing]
- Buh, when was the last time we did the dishes?
- One, maybe...
Two years ago? Tops.
- Agh. - Yuck!
[Both gagging]
- I think there's something growing in there.
[Both scream]
- Welp, there's only one way to deal
with a major dirty dish overload.
- Move out of the swamp pad, start a new life,
and never look back.
Good-bye.
[Hayseed music]
And I never looked back since.
And that's the story of my life, guy I just met.
- [Quacks] - Agh!
Oof! - Deucer!
Snap out of it!
- Buh, snapping out of it.
- We've put this off for too long.
These dishes must be cleaned.
So let's roll up our sleeves...
And make the dishwasher do it.
- What?
No way, brah.
Those dishes are too dirty.
They'll gum up my works.
- Come on, they're not that bad.
[Ominous music] Okay, they are that bad.
But you're doing them anyway. It's your job.
- Then I quit.
Huah!
[Huffing and puffing]
- Get back here, dishwasher!
- You don't own me! - Yes, we do.
I have the receipt!
[Dramatic music]
- See ya later, feather lickers.
Ha, ha, ha!
Huh? Whoa, whoa--
whooooa!
Still not doing the dishes, bros.
- All right, we can't put it off any longer.
We have to do the dishes.
- Right behind ya.
[Ominous music]
[Both whimpering]
- On second thought,
I have to exercise.
You start without me.
[Huffing and puffing]
- I'd love to, but, uh,
I have to, uh, comb jelly's hair!
Yeah!
[Squeaking] - Ribbit?
- This is, uh, gonna take a while.
You better do the dishes yourself.
- [Groans] Wish I could, bro.
[Groans] But I got, like, six...
[Groans] Thousand more curls to crush.
[Arm deflates]
- Well, then, I need to go upstairs
and, uh,
vacuum my bed.
- Well, I need to fix the computer.
- It's not even broken.
- Now it is.
- All fixed. Now you can get started.
- Me? What about you?
- I have to take jelly for a walk.
Bye-bye, ciao.
[Phone ringing]
- Hello, breadwinners.
- Hey, bap, are those dishes done yet?
- You bet they're done--
done waiting for you to get back
so you can start washing them!
- But I can't wash those dishes.
- Why not?
- Because I have to wash these dishes.
[Cheerful digital music]
- Whoa.
Turbowasher 2000!
- Check out my moves.
♪
- [Laughs] You are scrubbin' like a boss!
- [Panting]
♪
- Tell me it's two-player, buhdeuce.
- It's two-player, buhdeuce.
- Yes! Okay.
Loser has to do the real dishes.
- That's a deal-io, bro-lio.
Both: ♪ take that, dirty dishes ♪
♪ a scrub-a-dub-dub
♪ gonna clean you good
♪ eat my suds
♪ take that, dirty dishes
♪ a scrub-a-dub-dub
- ♪ taste my soap
- ♪ eat my suds
- [whoops] - Yeah, boy!
[Ominous music]
- Huh. Oh!
[Huffing and puffing]
- Fine China level. - Whew.
♪
[Music winds down]
- Noooo!
- Yes! I win.
And you have to do the dishes.
- [Sighs] Okay, I'll do them.
Stupid dishes, ruining everything.
Never should've bought dishes in the first place.
- ♪ No dishes for me
♪ no dishes for me
♪ I shake my Booty
♪ why?
Come on, sway!
Why?
That's right! ♪ no dishes for me
[ominous music]
[Deep growl]
- Okay, dishes, you don't like me,
and I don't like you.
But the sooner we get this done,
the sooner I can get back to not washing you.
Splat!
Oh! [Gasping, spitting]
Right in the mouth.
That's it! No more Mr. nice duck.
[Chomp]
Ah, crumbers.
- ♪ No dishes, yeah, for me ♪
[Humming tune]
Oh.
Swaysway, can I help? I wanna help.
- I thought you didn't want to do the dishes.
- Well, but now I'm bored, and you're doing that,
so I wanna do it too.
- Be my guest, deucewasher.
[Funky music]
- [Groaning]
Waaah!
Crash!
[Coughs] I'm okay.
- [Slurping]
- Oh, lickety-spit.
This is perfect!
- What's perfect? I don't get it.
- Jelly, man. She can clean the dishes
with that big, slobbery tongue of hers.
- [Slurping]
- Duties, you have been officially shirked.
- Total shirkage!
- [Slurping]
- Game on!
- Man, this is so much better
than cleaning real dishes.
- Yep, yep.
[Ominous music]
[Deep growl]
♪
- [Chortles] Oh, wash it good.
- Scrub-a-dub-dub.
- Aaah!
Both: Jelly!
- Jelly? Where are you, girl?
- Jelly?
- Jell-bells?
- Jelly?
[Spits]
- Huh. Where could she be?
Splat!
[Ominous music]
- Excuse me, giant bacteria blob.
Have you seen our pet, jelly?
Gah!
Giant bacteria blob!
- What have you done with jelly?
- Ribbit.
- You give her back right now!
- [Roars]
- Okay, can we at least have her on the weekends?
- [Roars]
- Once or twice a month? - [Roars]
- I am not sure I like your attitude.
- I'm not afraid of you.
Okay, I'm afraid of you.
- All right, I didn't want to do this,
but you've left me no other choice, bacteria blob.
Shoe attack!
Gagaba!
[Both gulp]
[Screaming]
- Jelly's in trouble, and it's all our fault.
- Why didn't we just do the dishes
like good little ducks?
Why? Why, why, why?
- It's okay.
I know a nice train we can go live on.
- I've got a better idea.
Remember what we learned from turbo dishwasher 2000?
- That playing video games is more fun
than washing dishes?
- Yes, but...
We also learned skills,
the same skills we need to wash real dishes.
We'll just scrub that bacteria blob
out of existence.
- But where are we gonna get a sponge
big enough for the job?
[Electricity crackling]
- Has that factory always been there?
Weird, we have never noticed it before.
[Ominous music]
♪
Both: Ow.
- [Roars]
[Both scream]
[Shrieks]
- Hang on, jelly! We're coming!
[Energetic rock music]
- Ribbit.
♪
- Bacteria blob, you may have started this--
well, actually, we started it
with our procrastination.
But we're gonna finish it!
- Scrub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub!
[Cheerful digital music]
[Rock music]
- [Shrieks]
♪
- Yeah, it's working!
[Both scream]
♪
- [Grunting]
[Music slows down] Losing...Energy.
Can't...Keep...Up.
- Hold on, bap. It's two-player.
[Music speeds up]
Both: ♪ take that, dirty dishes
♪ a scrub-a-dub-dub
♪ gonna clean you good
♪ eat my suds
♪ take that, bacteria blob
♪ we're done procrastinating ♪
♪ time to finish this job
boom!
- Yeah! - Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
- Whew.
Boy, that was hard work.
My arms feel like jelly.
Both: Jelly!
Jelly?
Jelly!
- Swaysway, what if she...
[Gulps] Croaked?
Both: Jelly!
- Come here! - [Chuckling]
- Good girl.
Ah, welp, jelly's okay,
the bacteria blob is gone,
and all the dishes are sparkling clean.
- Wait, I think we missed a spot.
[Bell dings]
- Jelly, would you do the honors?
Crash!
[Both coughing]
This time, let's clean up our mess right away.
- Yep, yep.
Except, uh, first,
I have to fold my socks.
- And I have to sharpen my pencils.
- Cut my nose hairs... - Straighten the napkins...
Check my horoscope... - Stare out the window...
- Take a personality quiz...
- Organize my belly button lint....
Wonder about the future...
- Whoo! - ♪ r-r-r-r-rocket van
♪ delivering bread in a rocket van ♪
♪ my name is swaysway
♪ and this buhdeuce - yep yep.
- Yeah.
Duck party!
- ♪ Get Jimmy quackers in here ♪
♪ I'm a duck, he's a duck ♪
♪ quack quack wiki-quack quack a duck ♪
♪ [scatting] All: ♪ rocket van