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Can I help you?

You guys are late for the pay rent.

No one can detay if you know the pay.

Roommate emergency.

We've got a bill at the door.

Hey,

you people.

Pay me.

How much do we owe you?

Holy laser farts. We owe $8 trillion in back rent?

Money by tomorrow or you're out of the treehouse forever.

Caprizi.

Turn the treehouse into a prison.

People don't pay to stay in a prison.

Then what's the name of that prison with the Cobb salad and the clean toilets?

You mean a hotel?

Let's turn this place into a hotel.

Pick up Banana Cricket, going to turn the treehouse into a hotel. High five.

No, let the scientists press the button.

No, let me do it.

We're way overspent. And we need to make our rent.

So we're opening up our door.

So you can come and snore. On your money away, wink.

At the Treehouse Hotel.

Come and rest your weary head.

In our comfy dumpy bed.

You can really catch some bees.

Even contract the fun disease. At the Treehouse Hotel.

Excuse pigs.

If we're going to run this hotel, we're all going to need jobs.

Why would it be the manager?

Fine, we'll pick our jobs.

And whatever job it says, we'll do.

Hotel manager?

Yes! Got the best job.

In your face.

Cricket? No, please.

Goats first.

Aw. Hotel chef.

Booyah. It's made.

Well, first one doesn't count. It's a made.

It's a made.

What is going?

Made!

Watermelon, that's my favorite.

It says Bellboy.

That's my other favorite.

Hey,

service.

Angry old Raisin, my fourth best friend in the whole wide world.

Pig, what in the fiber biscuit are you doing here?

I thought this was a hotel.

It is.

Will you be staying with us?

Not anymore.

I need to find a nice, quiet place away from you and my mom's wacky -do parties.

I'm leaving. That's right. Leaving your worries behind at the Treehouse Hotel.

Wow,

angry old raisin. Your trunk is so heavy.

I need some help.

What? And, uh... Now we can be bellboy buddies. All we have to do is take your

trunk to your room on the 99th floor. We can take the elevator.

Grab an end for the best friend.

I'll push while you pull.

I guess we ought to take it up the stairs.

Ninety and four.

Almost to your room.

Let's just get this over with so you can be out of my life.

Oh, hello.

This is Radical Rick. Answer this question and you will win a free

free whistle?

How many jelly beans in an oak tree?

Mmm, I know this. It's on the tip of my, oh, what do you call it? Oh, yeah, my

tongue -sy -wong -sy. Tongue -sy -wong -sy is right.

Congratulations, you goofy turkey.

Hey,

good news, Raisin! I won a... Hey, where are you?

Why does this feel even heavier?

Pig!

You're supposed to be pushing!

Oh, yeah!

I knew it! I forgot something.

Whoopsie -dingles.

I love my whistle.

Hey, where are you going?

To stay somewhere else.

Don't worry. I'm going to tie your truck to a rocket, and it'll be in your room

faster than you can say highly flammable.

Are you sure this will work?

Of course it will, you silly little ding -dong chicken squirt.

You didn't tie the rope.

Hold your horses, cutie pants.

Did it!

Pig, you tied us to the rocket. And just in time. Bust off!

Ha -ha!

There's something I have to tell you. You're my fourth best friend in the

wide world.

Really? No.

You're a horrible friend, a terrible person, and an even more miserable

Sorry, angry old raisin. You're right. I am a horrible, terrible bellboy. I'll

go now.

I did it. I finally made it into my hotel room.

Now, time to relax like a boss, far away from my

mom's and her loud, crazy parties.

Oh, yeah.

Hello, son.

Mom, what are you doing here? Don't be such a square, son.

This is the place.

Raging party.

Look there. It's your bodacious home, babe.

Pig. Oh, there you are, angry old raisin. I thought I felt your ticklish

wrinkles on my bellboy bun.

I hate dancing.

I'm old.

Thanks for the jams, Mom.

And thanks for staying at the Treehouse Hotel.

Tip the little chicken for son.

Go!

Come on.

Oh, water spots.

Cricket, it's Calvin Clam.

Ah, thickening.

Who is Calvin Clam? Sure, only the biggest, most important restaurant

all of Boopalite. He could shut this place down with one bad review.

Oh, no offense, Goat, but you know you can't cook, right?

What?

famous PB &J.

Ta -da!

Ah! Gold peanut butter and jelly is not supposed to explode.

Here, anyone can be a gourmet chef with this.

Yum -yums for dum -dums.

Oh!

Spaghetti a la Freddy!

Perfect!

To start things off, please enjoy a little spaghetti a la Freddy on the

This better be good.

There's a bug in my food.

Where am I?

Is this some kind of joke?

Yeah. Yes, it is.

It's my hilarious spaghetti routine.

Get it?

Real food's on the way.

We have to make something that Calvin Graham...

Hmm, looks interesting.

Ah!

Ah! Yeah!

You served me my own foot!

I'm sorry.

I was out of clams.

You get zero stars, which means this hotel and Foot Sandwich Freak Show Cafe

will be closed forever.

Zero stars?

Well, just give me one more shot. I know I can impress you. Please?

I love it when people beg.

Fine. You get one more shot.

Totally, totally.

I won't disappoint.

There has to be a winner in here somewhere.

Oh, no, oh, no. What am I going to make now?

All I have left is my PB &J.

Maybe this time it won't explode.

A peanut butter and jelly sandwich?

Really? Really.

How goes?

I'm sorry.

You should be sorry for not serving this to me earlier.

You mean you like it?

No, I don't like it. I love it. Your PB &J is delicious and hilarious.

You've reinvented the sandwich.

Ding,

ding, ding.

I need help.

Where's the service around here?

I've been waiting for no seconds. I need service.

Welcome to the Treehouse Hotel, Mr.

President of the Planet Sir.

How dare you make me wait at the front desk like some kind of front desk freak.

Well, how can I help you? Your wish is my command. I wish for utter quiet while

I take an important nap. And I command you to watch my baby, or I will shut

hotel down and eat it.

I'm not going to clean that up.

I'll take my baby.

Oh, let me get a look at that little itty bitty. Oh,

gorgeous cutie pie.

Oh, you've got your eyes and mouth.

That's not just any baby.

That's the vice president of a planet.

And remember, absolute and total quiet. Got it?

Got it.

You're a good vice president of the planet, aren't you?

What part of utter quiet don't you understand?

Oh, sorry, sir. I'll make sure there's no more noise. That was noise.

There you are.

Go get the president's room.

President baby.

I'm starting to wake up.

Rock -a -bye, baby. Rock -a -bye, baby. Rock -a -bye, baby.

Now come on down from there, you ugly little toilet quart.

Oh, a letter.

Bad vice president, baby.

Bad.

What in the tuna salad is going

on?

What are you doing to the vice president of Lamont?

I'm sorry, sir.

Please don't shut our hotel down and eat it.

He's the one who woke you.

Of course he woke me. He knows it's time for my important piece of it.

That's why he's vice president of the planet.

Okay, now bring it in.

Okay, this is awkward.

Maid!

I don't want to be the maid.

Cricket, hurry up. The garbage vomit convention just left and the squeamish

scientist convention will be here any minute. Clean this place up.

convention. Oh, no! I can't let my scientific peers see me looking like

I've got to find a way to clean this up fast before they get here.

But I'm a mad scientist, not a made scientist.

What's that?

Eureka! I'll just use the cleaning power of science.

Ooh, I've created the ultimate cleaning robot.

I'll call you Robomade. Now start cleaning.

But I don't know how to clean.

What do you mean you don't know how to clean?

It's simple. Like this.

Spray, spray, spray.

Clean, clean, clean.

Do you see?

One second.

Yeah, that was him.

You totally nailed it.

Wait, no.

So, where are you guys hanging?

Okay, I'll just create an even better cleaning machine.

Ooh, you're perfect.

I will also call you Robomade.

We'll start with the vacuum cleaner, which is... Oh, you found it.

Oh, yeah.

You work here too?

Crazy. Want to get out of here?

Wait, stop.

We've got cleaning to do.

Ah, no worries.

Hello, Master.

How can I serve you?

Ooh, great attitude.

You're way better than the other robots.

They're just... goofing off, having a party.

There are other robots, and they're having a party? Sweet.

Hustle a pizza, Dorcas Majoricus.

What am I going to do? The squeamish scientist convention will be here any

second, and this ballroom is still a disaster.

I need my robots back.

Oh, man, those robo -maids are in big trouble.

Ain't no...

parties sorry party pooper nothing can stop this jimmy jam hey

stop right now get downstairs and clean get downstairs

welcome

world famous scientists

you'll find our ballroom extremely clean and not one bit

This is an outrage.

We demand an immediate deluxe double refund.

Bye.

Doctor, he pent me.

He can't see me looking like this.

Wait one microsecond minute. Who created these robots?

I guess I did.

The maid created these amazing party bots.

Astounding. You've revolutionized partyology.

That's because I'm not just a maid. I'm also a scientist.

It's me, Cricket, and I'll show you a partyology revolution.

Turn up the fliggity funk.

We've a scientist robot dance party.

Still exactly one trillion dollars short.

So you mean we have to leave the treehouse?

No can pay the bill.

No can stay.

Moving out.

Goodbye, angry old raisin. We're getting evicted.

Yay! This is the greatest day of my old life.

Wait a second.

You are angry old raisin.

I'm thinking this is your place.

I'm here for you.

What? You're the one who overdue on rent that you owe for pay up the money.

If the bill's not for us, that means we don't have to move.

Pick up banana cricket. We're staying in the treehouse. High five.

I guess we don't need any of this money then.

Bye -bye, stupid money.

Seven trillion.