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Let's go on an adventure!
That isn't very wise!
I love you guys!
# This is getting crazier
# It's like we're endangered...
# ..species! #
Is there a better way to start the morning than polishing the nuts?
I think not.
Oh! The twitchy tail! This can only mean one thing -
a storm, she is a'coming!
Gull, we must check the weather TV rapido!
-It is the emergency!
Soon times, good buddy.
I really want to see how this parade turns out.
Gull, are you watching another parade?
Yeah! I recorded so I can watch it over and over again.
I just love a parade!
You do not understand!
A storm is coming and preparations, they must be made!
Storm? Where are you getting that from?
From the tail-bonita of me -
she never lies and today she did the twitching, so batting downing of
the hatches, mes amigos, because the storm, she always follows the twitch.
Always has, always will.
Oh, my tail feathers react to wind too!
That was a force five.
I don't know, Merl. Looks pretty calm out there.
Oh, storm winds there will be. The question is, how strong?
And this shall be answered by mi windsock favorito!
This windsock is a family heirloom, yes.
It has saved countless generations of squirrels from being blown
away in the stormy winds.
Without it, Great Uncle Samuel would have been lost.
The favourite windsock of me!
It never lies about the danger to come. Now, step aside!
Aside, I say!
The storm, she's headed our way.
The winds, they are strong, but how strong?
Mi windsock favorito, she shall tell us - yes!
No, no, no, noooooo!
Dangeroso! Only a fool would try to get up there in the stormy winds!
GULL SINGS TUNELESSLY AND FARTS
Oh, it's just not the same!
Look at all those folks on TV!
PARADE MUSIC PLAYS
Now THAT'S a parade! How do I get that?
-Well, we usually only do parades for, like, heroes...
-..and sport stars...
-..or people who save the world.
I'm none of those.
Astronauts, they get the parade!
They go up into the sky and then they come down for the parade.
But what's an astro...not?
AstroNAUT! Someone who flies into space or even the moon!
Wow! Going to the moon sounds easy!
Sure, why not? Send me to the moon!
Magnifico! We will launch you to the moon post-haste,
but you'll need to make a little stop first.
No, mi windsock favorito! We hurry, yes.
The storm, she grows stronger
and the windsock, she grows weaker.
Wait! Won't the storm endanger Gull's launch?
Nah, it is safe. Now, get him in the capsule, yes!
Astronaut Gull is good to go!
Oops, in more ways than one!
Gull is locked and loaded,
ready to boldly go where no gull has gone before.
Merl, are you stress eating again?
But I am just so worried!
What if he doesn't return!
My life, she would be so empty.
Aww, I'm sure Gull will be fine!
Gull? I was talking about mi windsock favor...
..Gull. I was talking about the Gull.
Would you feel better if we delayed the launch?
Eh, I already pressed the button.
I forget to give Gull the hi-tech satellite for tracking
mi windsock favorito!
Yeah, I got this!
Ten, nine, eight, seven...
Hurry, the countdown, it does the counting of the down.
One. Blasting off the off!
Wha...? Wha...? Hey.
Er, Houston, we have a problem.
A problem with too much fun!
What was that?
The storm. She is upon us.
Gull, commence with the manoeuvres of the retrieval satellite.
Copy Roger Wilco. I have no idea what that is.
Listen to me carefully so I can guide you through.
First, find the thing on your shoulders.
He means your head. Over.
And remove it from the spherical waste disposal unit.
He means get your head out of the toilet, Gull. Over.
Oh, do I got to?
All the stars.
Gull, you must use the focus, yes?
Now, carefully extend the retrieval satellite.
Do not harm the delicate instrumentacion.
Nice and easy. That's it.
Gull, did you make the contact?
Aye-aye-aye. The circuit is dead.
Something is wrong.
Re-establishing visual contact.
No. No. Nooooooo!
The fault, it is all mine, yes?
I endangered mi amigo.
Come on, Merl. We can't give up on Gull yet.
Gull? Who said anything about the gull?
Oh, all right. Him, too.
Now listen very carefully, Pickle.
We must determine the correct trajectory for you to dislodge
the rocket and send it on the path of following mi windsock favorito.
Into the wild blue...yonder!
This is it.
I am now free of Earth's gravity.
Gull speed, mi amigo.
What does the radar say?
Will he make it to the moon? Will he? Will he?
I do not know.
Because this appears to be a timer for the festive lights.
So this is the moon?
One small step for a gull...
Low gravity. Merl mentioned that.
No way. It's true.
The moon IS made of cheese.
Very, very, very stinky cheese.
A fridge. Oh, good. I am thirsty.
Aw, someone drank all the juice.
The blue-footed booby has saved us!
-Blue-footed booby! Hooray.
The blue-footed booby is a sea bird,
but I'm actually a gull, as in "gull-rilla".
I'm what you call a higher primate. Yep.
-Wait! The toilet has returned!
TROUSERS ARE UNZIPPED
TROUSERS ARE ZIPPED
Wait a second.
This reminds me of something.
Can you guys please be quiet for a second?
I'm trying to think of what this reminds me of.
Wait! That's it.
I'm IN a parade!
Found him! Told you he was headed here.
Hey, Pickle, you were right about going to the moon,
but the moon peeps, they give you a parade when you get here,
not when you get back.
Should we tell him that he is not on the moon, but in the local dump?
The gull, the bunny, they get their parade, yes?
But me, where is my ending of happiness?
Ah-ha-ha! Mi windsock favorito. I thought I'd lost you.
The ending, she's a happy one after all.
Whoo-hoo! Best parade ever!