You smell that, boys?
That's the smell of a well-earned vacation.
I think that smell is animal feces.
Actually, that's Boss feces.
I can't wait to reconnect with nature!
Is this like the Brazil thing where it's gonna be
like a big fake-out,
or is this an actual real vacation this time?
- Yeah, I think this feels more real. - No, no, this one's for real.
This feels real.
All right, make yourselves at home.
If you guys get hungry, there's all the slop you can eat.
I got a sweet hot tub in the back you can chill out in.
And I got Super Monkey Ball for the GameCube.
I love Super Monkey Ball.
Dude, you like Super Monkey Ball?
Pim. Bro, I knew I liked you, dude.
- Come here. Bring it in. - Oh, tha—
- Bring it in, brother. - Thanks, Mr. Boss. That's nice.
What's the Wi-Fi password, Mr. Boss?
Oh, yeah...
It's I, underscore, hate, underscore, Allan, 58,
and that's— it's all lowercase.
- Hey, what's this, Mr. Boss? - Oh, that?
Well, that's a painting of the mysterious Brown Blur.
It's a cryptid that allegedly roams these very woods.
Legend has it, the man who painted it went insane
and died immediately.
I bet a real photograph of the Brown Blur would be worth a lot of money.
If someone could get it.
Wait, really? Like a— Like a lot?
Oh, yeah.
All right, I'm going to go for a hike up the mountain.
- Does anyone want to come? - Yeah, I'll go.
Cool, let's go.
By the way, did "I hate allan" work?
Yeah, it worked.
Good. Good.
I didn't think you'd want to come on a hike with me, Charlie.
Dude, I don't really care about hiking. I just came along to get a picture
of that creature the boss was just talking about
so I could make oodles and oodles of money from it.
Do you think you could actually get a photo?
Absolutely. Pim, dude, if I didn't work with you
at Smiling Friends, I would totally be like an elite spy
working at like, you know, the FBI or the CIA or something.
And I, you know, I try to hide that side of me
'cause I know I'm so good at it.
But, yeah, there's definitely like a beast within me that I... that I keep from you
'cause I don't want to freak you out and stuff.
Oh, okay.
Wait. Quiet, Pim.
Yo, what's up? It's me, Moth Man.
Legendary cryptid.
We're actually looking for a different cryptid
called the Brown Blur.
Do you know who that is, where that might be?
Nope, never heard of it. But if you want, you can get a photo with me.
No thanks, man. We're all good, man. We're all good.
Suit yourself, stupid. Moth Man away.
I'm gonna take a bridge down.
I don't know if I really like Moth Man.
He seems a bit off.
Yeah, dude, Moth Man sucks. He really is the worst cryptid.
He doesn't really look like a moth, does he?
No, I was gonna say he looked more like a man-moth.
Goddamnit, I need to sit for a second.
I just need to sit for one second.
- Yeah. - Yeah, sure.
We should probably turn back soon, too.
What's with all this rubbish around here?
- This is awful. - I don't know.
Charlie, what are you doing?
There's already trash everywhere anyway, dude.
Who cares?
That doesn't mean we have to make it worse.
Oh, thank you.
I could barely breathe.
What? Who said that?
Down here.
Who threw that awful trash on me just now?
I think it was...
Some Moth Mam
- ran in and did that. Ran off. - Yeah, it was Moth Man.
- Did that after that. - Yeah, Moth— Ran away.
Oh, okay.
Well, thank you for helping me.
No problem.
I'm Pim and this is my hiking partner, Charlie!
Pleased to meet you, Pim and Charlie.
I'm Mother Nature.
Mother Nature?
Wait, as in like the Mother Nature?
The very same.
Are you okay?
No, I'm not.
All these people littering has made me weak and sick.
Is there anything we can do to help you?
Actually, we're busy, so sorry,
- we can't really stop the— - Well, since you asked,
there is something you can do.
"To help me it's a simple task There's just one thing"
"That I would ask Roll up your sleeves"
"And do your part Look into your delicious heart"
"And clean up"
"Clean up Clean up the filth"
"Clean up, clean up Clean up the filth"
"Being sick is very bad"
- "But if you clean" - "You won't be sad"
"Clean up this nasty, nasty filth"
No, no thanks.
I don't have any gloves or anything.
"Oh please, oh please Oh please, oh please"
"All this trash Is making me sneeze, achoo"
"We're sick and dying So if you don't"
"Us funny characters We'll surely croak"
Come on Charlie, let's clean up for Mother Nature!
All right, just— just for a bit.
"Clean up, clean up Clean up the filth"
Which one of you boys wants a hot dog?
Glep wants his nommies.
Yo, Allan!
How do you like your wiener, dawg?
I don't want no hot dog.
I've got other things to worry about.
I need to draft a long email for our insurance.
Allan, like, relax, man.
We're on vacation, brother. It's time to chill out.
That's easy for you to say.
I have a lot of responsibilit-eyes.
Allan, I may be "the boss,"
but I'm also an employee of life.
And I've learned that sometimes you gotta let your hair down
and smell the hot dogs.
That's nice, but I still do not want the hotdog.
The last time
I try to make a fucking hotdog for you, man!
Do you think I was in the wrong there, Glep?
Yeah.
Wow, I feel much better now!
- Thank you! - Of course!
And thank you for the lovely song.
No, thank you, Pim!
Have a wonderful blueberry, Pim!
Oh wow, what a marvelous blueberry.
All right, nice knowing you. Let's go, Pim.
Goodbye!
- "Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!" - Goodbye!
Oh, that was so cool.
I can't believe we met Mother Nature.
And all the other characters.
Pim, don't ever do that again.
Hey, hey, hey, sorry, sorry.
I'm so glad you guys didn't leave. It's me again.
Look. Do you guys have like, WhatsApp, or Instagram,
or Facebook or Twitter?
Look, dude, I just gotta be honest with you.
I'm sorry, man. We're not interested, dude, so—
Oh my God!
Got him!
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Why did you do that?
Because he littered on me before.
Thank heavens you saw who it was,
or else he might have gotten away with his crime.
Look, Mother Nature, I'm against littering as much as you,
but I don't think you should be killing people over it.
That's illegal.
You're right. Quick, put the body in my mouth.
We must hide the evidence.
"Clean up, clean up Clean up the filth"
Shplanko! I win!
Hey, Mr. Boss.
Sorry about the hot dog incident before.
No, it's okay, Allan. I just...
I want you to have a nice vacation.
And I don't want you stressed and working all the time.
It's not good for you, man.
Well, I guess I can try to relax for a bit.
What are you doing here?
Playing Shplanko. Wanna join?
Sure.
My cookies are done!
Yay!
Cookies. How delectable.
May I have a cookie, Mr. Boss?
Allan, what are you doing all the way over there?
I can barely hear you.
Cookie delivery for Allan.
Where do I sign?
Nowhere. It's free.
Delicious.
- Yeah, it is. - Yeah.
More emails.
You know what?
Fook this effing laptop.
I'm on vacation!
That was a work laptop, Allan, but I am happy for you.
Yes, I feel like myself again.
I wonder if there's any more litterers around these woods.
"Clean up, clean up Clean up the filth"
Pim, we need to run now!
We can't, Charlie.
If we don't stop her, she's gonna kill lots of people.
Dude, why'd you have to stop and talk to a hole
in the first place, man?
Well, this wouldn't have happened if you didn't
throw away that can on her, Charlie!
- What? - Oh, nothing.
You were the ones who littered that can?
- No, wait, stop! - Mommy, Mommy, they lied!
Moth Man didn't litter!
It was that yellow thing!
What? I killed Moth Man for no reason?
You will pay!
Charlie!
Oh, I hope the boss, Allan, and Glep swoop in
and save us at the last second!
"Clean up, clean up Clean up the filth"
Oh my God, dude, Pim, you saved my life, man.
Of course, Charlie, you're my best friend,
but I'm just a bit worried.
Do you think that's going to have any negative repercussions on the planet,
killing Mother Nature like that?
Yeah, I wouldn't even worry about it.
Hey, by the way, I actually do feel
- like playing Super Monkey Ball now. - Super Monkey Ball?
- Dude, I was— - Yeah! Let's go play Super Monkey Ball.
I've been thinking about it non-stop since the boss brought it up, actually.
Dude, even when I was being lowered into the freaking mouth,
I was thinking about playing Super Monkey Ball.
- Morning. - Good morning, Allan.
Hey, thanks for licking those cookie crumbs
off my stomach last night.
That's all right.
Hey, thanks for teaching me how to relax.
I feel totally refreshed.
No problem!
Well, there they are. What the hell happened to you two?
We met Mother Nature and she tried to eat Charlie.
And she killed Moth Man, too.
Yeah, and I didn't find the Brown Blur,
so, you know, maybe I wasn't as good of a cryptid hunter as I thought I was.
What cryptid?
The painting of the cryptid that you showed me,
the Brown Blur thing.
Oh! Oh, the painting.
Dude, I was joking.
That's a picture of the inside of my asshole.
It's from a colonoscopy. I thought you knew that.
Moth Man, my son, was the apple of my eye.
I can't do it. Can't do it.