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Welcome
to Fernville,

where your dreams can come true,

if you believe and
want it badly enough.

Fernville's
finally hosting

a singing competition, you guys.

I can't wait.

My biggest dream is to
participate

and sing the best I ever sang.

Are you gonna sign up for
the singing competition, Ronda?

It's open to all animals,
even if you're not a bird.

I'm thinking of
entering the competition.

I do love to sing, even though
I do it in private mostly,

but I'm getting better.

I'll have to tell
my Uncle Polly.

He migrated to
Florida last winter.

He'll probably fly
back in for this.

Does he still do the
Tony Bennet impression?

Every Friday and
Saturday night

at Beak Beach's
Wings and Things.

Cool.

You should totally sign up.

It'll be fun with all
three of us competing.

Maybe we could even
perform as a trio.

Wow, yeah.

Oh, I don't know about that,

I'd probably ruin both
your chances. I'm a gorilla,

and I've never sung in front
of an audience in my life,

only under the waterfall,
all by myself.

Hey, I'll bet the acoustics
are great under a waterfall.

It probably lends your
voice out really deep

and super rich tone.

I gotta try that.

It's deep and rich, all right.

It makes me sound like
even more of a brute.

If I beat my chest with my fist,

you'd expect Tarzan to
swing by on his vines.

Oh Ronda, don't be
so hard on yourself.

I'm sure your
voice is just lovely.

Lovely.

Right.

Well listen, in this world,
you can do

anything you put
your mind to, we all can.

All you gotta do is
want it, prepare for it,

and give it your best shot.

That's right.

I for one can't wait to
hear you sing, Ronda,

and if you'd like to perform
with us, I'm all for it.

Aww, shucks, thanks, you guys.

You sure know how to
make a gal feel better.

Come on.

Let's go find out how we
sign up for this competition.

I think try-outs
are coming soon.

Yeah.

Hey, that's some hot number
you beltin' out there, hippo.

You write that yourself?

Oh, I didn't know
anyone was listening.

I'm always listening, kid.

It's my job to listen.

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name's Ace Saltlick.

I'm a talent scout from the
famous producer, Marlon Pintop.

You probably heard of him.

Probably?

Who hasn't heard
of Marlon Pintop?

Actually, I heard he was dead.

Dead?

Marlon?

That's crazy talk.

Don't believe
everything you read, kid,

especially in
those hippo papers.

Dirt rags, all of 'em.

Mr. Pintop took
an extended vacation

in Barbados, that's all.

Guy doesn't release a hit
single for three months,

and these losers
are writing him off.

Marlon's slipping.

Marlon's losing his touch.

We've heard it all.

Now, Marlon's dead.

I can't wait to tell him that
one.

The boss gets a kick out of
these things, let me tell ya.

What's your name?

I'm Tiny.

No, really.

It is.

I'm Tiny.

My name is Tiny.

Any questions?

Pleasure to meet ya, Tiny.

Likewise.

So, is Marlon working on
anything new?

Marlon?

Working on anything new?

Kid, Marlon's got 10 plates
in the air at any given time.

Pick one.

Oh, that's so good to
hear, I loved his albums

with Justin Timberwolf, they
were my favorites growing up.

You and everyone else, kid.

You and everyone else.

I got news for you.

They collaboratin' again,
as we speak.

Really?

Really.

But that's between you and me.

Don't tell anybody.

Oh, I won't, my lips
are sealed, hippo's honor.

Mr. Pintop will announce
it when the time's right.

Till then, they workin',
I'm scoutin'.

Scouting?

Scouting for what?

I'm glad you asked, kid.

I'm scouting for talent.

Talent?

Raw talent, the kind you
can't manufacture in a studio.

Oh.

You mean real singers.

Exactly.

Well, good luck,
there are lots

of talented birds in Fernville.

You oughta find Marshall,
and Mimi, they're the best.

Hold on there, kid.

Mr. Pintop's got his finger
on the pulse of pop culture,

and he says hippos
are the next big thing.

He does?

Figuratively speaking.

Oh my!

Who are we to argue, right?

His track record
speaks for itself.

Yes, it sure does!

And I'll tell you
one more thing.

He's got his eye on this
upcoming singing competition.

He does?!

He does.

Kid, how would you like to land

an in-person audition with
Marlon Pintop?

How would I?

It would be a dream come true.

But, oh, but I could never.

Why not?

I'm just a hippopotamus.

True that.

But look, get your
song down and come

to Marlon Pintop's office at
6:00 sharp.

He'll hear you out one-on-one.

Let you know where you stand.

Oh my, is this really
happening?

If I had a banana for
every time I heard that,

I'd be one big monkey.

Should I sing a
particular style,

or just whatever I'm best at?

Sing what you feel, kid.

If it doesn't come from
the heart, scrap it,

'cause it ain't gonna
be good enough.

Marlon doesn't just listen
to the notes and keys.

He listens to your soul.

Oh.

It's true what they
say about him, you know.

He's a genius, with a one in
a lifetime eye for talent.

I don't doubt it.

Oh dear.

I'm getting nervous.

Wrangle them
butterflies, Tiny.

Rookies choke, but pros deliver.

You wanna take the next
step in your career,

it's time to rise to the
occasion.

Yes!

This is the first step in
the rest of your life, Tiny.

We'll expect to see you at
the castle at six sharp.

But if Timberwolf calls,
your audition is off, got it?

Oh, okay.

I'd reschedule anytime Marlon
could see me, it's no problem.

Well you're not listening.

I didn't say he'll
reschedule you.

I said he'll cancel you.

That'll be the end of your shot.

Maybe you could clean up the
studio at the end of the day,

but that's about it.

Oh, I see.

On Marlon Pintop's and
Justin Timberwolf's level,

you can pretty much
call your own shots.

That's show business, kid.

But hey, look at
the bright side.

A minute ago, you were
singing to the gnats.

Now, you're rubbing
shanks with legends.

See you at six.

Oh, okay.

What an amazing opportunity.

Thank you, Ace.

Six sharp.

You're a second late,
you lose your shot.

No second chances.

Got it.

Now, finish that
song of yours for me.

I like what I was hearing.

Oh, okay.

This is gonna be funny.

Wow, that was
incredible, Mimi.

Your pitch, your key,
every note.

Your voice is perfect.

Oh Marshall,
thank you so much.

But don't say those things,
you're making me self-conscious.

I wouldn't say it if
it weren't true, Memes.

I have a confession to make.

A confession?

What is it?

I'd be just as happy
being eliminated by you

as I would be by winning it all,

and Mimi, I hope you win.

Marshall, that's so
sweet of you.

But I have to admit,
I hope that you win.

Well, I guess both of our
chances of winning just doubled.

Hey Dave.

Hey guys, did you
hear the news?

What news?

Tiny got called up to
Marlon Pintop's office

for a singing audition.

Whoa.

Really?

I thought Marlon Pintop
was dead.

Nope.

Apparently he was
just on vacation.

Oh wow.

That's terrible news!

Yeah, it's awful.

I mean, not about Pintop
being alive, of course.

Of course.

You guys aren't happy for her?

We would be,
if it were an audition

for anybody but Marlon Pintop.

Yeah, Pintop's a real snake.

He's an anteater, actually.

You know what I mean, Woody.

The last thing a nice
hippo like Tiny needs

is to get mixed up with that
creep Marlon,

or any of his fame hounds.

Right.

Tiny's such a sweet hippo.

Innocent and kind, and she's
aspired to sing forever.

Pintop's done this kind of
thing before.

He always tricks unsuspecting
animals into paying him

to groom their careers, as if
they have careers to groom.

We oughta warn Tiny not to
waste her time with that jerk.

But Marshall, wait.

Do you think the
truth will shatter

Tiny's dreams of singing?

I think what she'll be
subjected to in that office

will demoralize her more
than anything we might say.

You're right.

Let's go find her now,
before she makes

a mistake she can't take back.

I wish I could take
back my mistake.

Your mistake?

What mistake did
you make, Woody?

When I was young,
Marlon told me

I had golden pipes, and
was destined for stardom.

He told me I was gonna go far.

Only I didn't know just how
far he was talkin' about.

Oh no, what happened, Woody?

Marlon booked me a singing gig

aboard a Starlight
cruise line ship

that set sail the next day.

21 shows a week.

Hmm.

That actually sounds
like a lot of fun.

What went wrong?

The ship never docked.

We circled the ocean
for months on end.

We ran out of food,
and I ended up getting

polyps on my vocal
cords, and lost my voice.

But they still wouldn't
give me a break.

I had to start every
show on time, every time.

And take requests,
and do encores.

It was like a nightmare.

Woody, that's horrible!

How did you manage
to get out of it?

I bided my time, waited
till I caught sight of land,

then jumped overboard
and swam for it.

You what?

That sounds dangerous.

It was.

It was like a five-mile
backstroke

through shark-infested waters.

Good thing I'm an otter,
slick and speedy,

otherwise I'd have
been a goner for sure.

Let's go talk to Tiny.

Right, let's go.

I'm so excited about
this audition, Ronda.

It could be the start of
something big!

The fulfillment of all my
dreams since I was a wee hippo.

Be careful, Tiny.

I mean, why is this scout
so interested in you

if you've never even
sung in public before?

Because he head
something in my voice,

something that told
him I could be a star.

They're trained to recognize
this kinda thing, you know?

Yeah, I still think
it's strange.

Marshall, Mimi, I have
great news to tell you!

We know.

We heard.

You did?

About Marlon Pintop?

We did.

But how?

Woody told us.

Woody?

That eavesdropping river otter.

I should've known, he's
always slinking around.

Oh well, isn't it great?

We don't think
you should go, Tiny.

What?

But why?

Marlon Pintop's no good.

Everybody in Fernville
knows that.

He tells lies, plays games,
and takes advantage of animals.

And what he did to poor
Woody was unforgivable!

You mean the
cruise ship story?

It changes a little
every time he tells it.

It started off being
a two day cruise

that ran an hour
later than planned.

Then it turned
into a fuel problem,

then it turned into
a capsizing boat,

then a 10-yard swim to shore,

then a two-mile swim to shore,

then a swim through
piranha-infested waters,

then through
jellyfish-infested waters,

then shark-infested waters.

That's the version we heard.

Five miles with sharks.

Ha, well my Aunt Bertha
was on that cruise,

and she told me what
really happened.

She said Woody got distracted
by a school of fish

and dove overboard during
his opening number,

ruining the night's
entertainment for all the guests.

They threw lifesavers
and circled back for him,

but he wouldn't
stop chasing fish.

He swam around and
around like a lunatic

until he exhausted
himself and had to be

hauled back onboard
like a wet rag.

Wow.

That sounds
more feasible, actually.

And Marlon Pintop had
nothing to do with that cruise,

other than holding a standing
reservation

that he never filled because
he said Starlight cruise lines

weren't classy enough for
him and his entourage.

I can believe that.

Although Woody's version of
events sure sounded feasible.

Either way, Marlon Pintop
has done lots of animals wrong,

and crushed countless
dreams in the name

of fame and fortune.

Right, you should think
long and hard about it, Tiny,

before you decide.

Thank you for
your concern, guys.

It's nice to have friends
like you who care,

but I can take care
of myself, honest.

Why don't you
let me go with you, Tiny?

Mimi, no!

I do appreciate the offer,
Mimi, but you're a songbird,

I can't take you to
my private audition.

If Marlon heard you sing,
he'd send me packing

as soon as you opened your beak.

She's got a point, Memes.

We must ensure Tiny's safety.

I know, I'll take
Ronda with me.

That's a great idea.

Yeah.

All right, if nothing
comes of it,

at the very least we'll
have a story to tell

about that time we went to an
audition

for famous superstar
producer Marlon Pintop.

Or about that time
you went to audition

for famous superstar
producer Marlon Pintop,

and I just played third wheel.

Insignificant details.

What do you say,
Ronda, girl's day out?

Oh, okay.

Yay!

But if anyone
invites me to sing,

I'm gonna belt it
out loud and proud.

I'd expect nothin'
less, sister.

Come on, we have a trip to plan.

Don't forget,
Mimi and I will be here

in case you need us.

Call your pals.

We'll be here if you need.

I'm tellin' you,
Marlon, this hippo kid's

got a voice like claws on a
chalkboard.

But in a totally messed
up way, she's got style.

With a little nudge this
way, and big shove that way,

you might could turn her into
something.

I'm a very busy anteater, Ace.

You know this.

But I'll humor
your find, this time.

Thanks Marlon, you won't
regret it.

Well, at least I think so,
anyway.

We'll see about that.

Either way, it's no
skin off my snout.

I have a brand new
protege who's gearing up

to take the world by storm.

You do?

Mind if I ask who it is, boss?

Not at all.

Everyone will find out
soon enough, anyway.

I'm telling you Ace, this
kid's got billion-dollar pipes.

He sings, he croons, he screams,
he raps, he does it all.

His take on the oldies is
effortless.

His pop is poppin'.

His freestyle's clean.

This kid's a once in
a lifetime find.

He's got star written
all over him.

Hopefully he didn't write
it in permanent marker.

I didn't mean it was
literally written on him,

I meant the kid oozes charisma.

He sweats raw talent.

The mic and the
camera both love him.

Wow, he sounds like
something else, boss.

What's his name?

His name's Brad.

Brad?

That's it?

Just Brad?

Of course that's not it.

He may have been
born Brad, but now that

I've got ahold of him, he'll be
known as

Lil Wings Fresh Quills.

Lil Wings Fresh Quills.

I love it, something memorable.

Artistic chic, combined
with instant street cred.

Marlon, you're a genius.

Of course I am.

You just wait and see, Ace.

On the strength of
Lil Wings's lil wings,

I'm headed straight back
to the top of the charts.

Nice.

Now, let's have some fun
with this hippo of yours.

Absolutely.

It's almost six.

She should be here any minute.

I made a point to tell her
not to be a second late.

Ha, I really love it
when they sweat the clock,

it really brings out the
desperation in their eyes.

I know, right?

How much longer?

A little on foot?

A little while longer.

It's all the way
in the city, Ronda.

Nervous, huh?

Nervous?

Nah.

I'm scared to death.

There's nothing
to be scared of.

We'll just go in, you'll
give it your best shot,

have fun, and let the
bananas fall where they may.

But what if things go wrong?

What if Marlon doesn't like me?

What if I forget my verses?

What if I choke?

Tiny, all you ever have to do

is follow your instincts
and listen to your heart.

You think so?

I know so.

Ah, you're right, let's go.

You think Tiny and Ronda
made it to Pintop by now?

If not, they should arrive any
time.

I hope this thing's legit
and Tiny has a good time.

Me too.

I just want to see them
both get back home safe,

and not too disappointed.

'Sup, players?

Lil Wings up in here,
how you all keepin' it?

Excuse me?

Lotta folks got that reaction
to Lil,

know what I'm saying?

That's a'ight, here.

I'll lay down a little
sumin'-sumin',

fresh like a river salmon.

Wait, what's happening?

Wow.

Pretty fly, right?

For an eagle.

My second track talks all
about that.

Here's a sample.

Oh, no, that's okay.

My head hurts.

What did you say your
name was again, Mister?

Lil Wings Fresh Quills, my
man.

Smashing suckers and
bumpin' track's my game.

Ah, I see.

Have you smashed any
suckers lately, Mister Quills?

Just y'all, and y'all
can call me Lil Wings.

Or El, or Dove, or Freshy, or Q.

Okay.

Thanks.

No problem, softie.

Softie?

Yep, y'all soft, you heard me?

Well, I mean, we're songbirds.

Oh, I see that.

Y'all need to find a
birdcage and get on in,

know what I'm sayin'?

Obviously.

Are you here for the
singing competition tryouts?

Pshaw, sho' enough.

Y'all spectatin'?

No, we're singing.

Get out, y'all?

Yeah, us.

Why do you ask?

I don't know, y'all's
like little pigeons in that,

pickin' breadcrumbs up outside
the deli.

Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck.

For your information,
chickens go cluck cluck,

and you don't know us.

We were singing in the bird
choir when you were still

picking your name off of a
Scrabble board.

Ooh, I like that.

I'm gonna steal that from you.

Feel free.

What exactly do you want, Lil
Wings?

Why are we talking?

I just seen y'all hanging out
here

and was gonna invite you
to watch the tryouts.

I mean, I ain't tryin' out so
much

as sampling some of my new
material,

so it's more an exclusive
private show

for those in attendance, really.

Well, thanks for
thinking of us, Mr. Quills,

but we'll see you on stage.

Have it your way, softie.

Can't touch me.

Later, suckers.

- Wow.
- There are no words.

Well, well, well.

Look who the cat dragged in.

Good luck, Tiny.

You have to say "break a leg,"

good luck's bad luck in show
business.

Okay!

Break a leg!

Break all your legs!

Just one will do.

Right.

So, in one place or
like, multiple fractures?

Just the break, no more detail
required.

Oh, okay.

Tick, tock, tock, like
sand through the hourglass

of your hopes and dreams, kid.

You're late.

Oh, sorry, Mr. Pintop, but you
see,

we come from the jungle.

We?

Who's the ape?

That's my friend Ronda.

Ronda?

Say, anybody ever tell ya
you look like King Kong?

You should try for the movies.

Ah, thanks?

Now hippo, are you ready to
seize

your dreams by the horns?

Are you ready to take
control of your destiny?

Are you ready to turn
fantasy into reality?

Yes.

What?

I can't hear you.

Yes.

What?!

Yes!

Very well, then.

Wasting your time wastes my
time, Tiny,

and Marlon Pintop detests
wasting time.

Do you understand?

Yes!

Are you ready to sing for me?

Yes!

Do you have a song prepared?

Yes.

Then let's hear it.

Right now?

Can you believe that
Lil Wings character?

What a clown!

Little Wings Fresh Quills?

As goofy as he was, we'll
probably remember him forever.

How can we forget?

He was totally ridiculous.

Tiny, Ronda, you're back.

How did it go?

Terrible.

Marlon only called me out
there to make fun of me.

It was totally humiliating!

Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear
that, Tiny.

How terrible!

You both warned me, it's
nothing

I shouldn't have seen coming.

I should've listened to
you guys in the first place

and spared myself the
embarrassment.

Oh, Tiny, it's nothing you
should've dealt with at all.

You're better than that.

I can see that now.

Success sure isn't all
that it's cracked up to be.

On the contrary, Tiny.

There's nothing wrong with
success or accomplishments.

It's other people's
perception of your success

that's the problem.

Well, I've learned my lesson.

I don't wanna be a singer
anymore.

If being in show business means
dealing

with monsters like
Marlon, it's not worth it.

I'll let talented performers
like you birds do the singing,

and I'll cheer you on.

That sounds nice, Tiny.

And look at it this way,
at least you realize

what's really important in life,

and you didn't have to waste any
time

wallowing in the wrong ponds to
do it.

Performing is fun, but friends
and family are forever.

That's right.

Imagine this, that creep told me

I reminded him of King Kong.

Can you believe it?

Hmm.

Well.

Hey gang, are y'all
headed to the singing

competition tryouts?

Oh, when are they?

Right now!

On stage in Fernville town
square.

Whoa.

With all these distractions, we
almost

just missed the tryouts.

Are you guys still gonna
get up and strut your stuff?

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

After Tiny's bad
experience, I'm not so sure.

Oh, you should, both of you.

You birds are such great
singers!

Don't let my story
about some two-bit bully

keep you from singing
the song in your hearts.

That's right, sing it loud.

Okay, okay, I'm convinced.

Let's go, Memes.

Okay, I'm in.

Great, there's still time to
enter!

All right, everybody.

Welcome to the singing
competition open mic tryouts.

Come one, come all.

Show what you got, and
see where you stand.

If this year's like our past
years,

we're looking forward to
an entertaining afternoon

of talented songsmiths and crazy
crooners!

Now, like I said, this stage is
open.

Don't let the spotlight deter
you.

If you have a song on your lips,
come up and let us hear it.

You never know what could
happen.

You might even be the
next Clambake Shelton!

Or Gwen Starfishy.

Woohoo, I'm raring to go!

Let's do this.

I know you just had a
terrible time with Pintop, Tiny,

but why don't ya get up
there and sing for everyone?

You'll feel better, and
whether you advance or not,

you'll do it on your own terms.

I think that's a great idea.

I don't know.

I've been thinking maybe
songwriting is for me.

Freeforming is so much pressure.

Who needs it?

Listen, what is that?

Emmet, is that you?

Are you nervous, buddy?

I've always wanted
to sing, but I've never

been on stage before.

It's so bright.

I didn't know it'd be so bright!

It's okay, just sing to us.

We're your friends.

Yeah, focus on us and
block out everything else.

What if I get heckled?

What if they start throwing
stuff?

It's not that kinda
crowd, Emmet, trust me.

Okay, here we go.

This young eagle insists on
being

the afternoon's first
singer, and he wanted me

to tell you all that he's
normally much,

and I stress much, harder edged

than he'll show us here today.

Please give a warm Fernville
welcome to

Little Wings Fresh Quilts.

On second thought,
Emmet, maybe wait a minute

and see how things go.

Yeah, hang tight, buddy.

Yo, what'd you call me?

Little Wings Fresh Quilts?

It's Lil, dog.

Lil.

Lil Wings Fresh Quills, ya heard
me?

Fresh Quills.

Oh, I apologize.

Ladies and gentlemen,
put your paws, hooves,

and wings together for
Lil Wings Fresh Quills!

Yeah, one, two, one, two.

Wait till you guys
get a load of this.

Who's this joker?

Oh, you'll see.

Yeah, but you might wish you
hadn't.

That's a mic drop, suckers.

Wow.

Oh my goodness.

We warned you.

It's okay if you need
a minute to regroup.

Oh man.

I don't know if that
was good or bad or what.

All I know is I can't follow it.

I need to reevaluate my life.

I'm going home, guys.

What?

Come on, Em.

You've been looking
forward to this competition

ever since it was announced.

That's right, I've been
listening

to you practice for weeks!

And I've lost countless hours
of sleep

listening to you practice.

We all have.

You guys don't use earplugs?

No, do they help?

I sleep like a baby bird.

Don't hear a thing.

Oh, that makes me feel better.

Don't take it personally,
Emmet.

Some of us just need peace and
quiet to fall sound asleep.

Not warbling and screeching.

Come on, little buddy.

Get up there and do a song.

I was gonna until I saw that
last guy.

What's his name again?

Phil Sings and Washes Quilts?

Lil Wings Fresh Quills.

Yeah, that.

I just can't compete with that,
guys.

I was thinkin' it'd be a
fun afternoon singin' songs

with my best friends, not that.

It's all too, I don't know,
careerist for my taste.

Okay, Em.

If you're sure.

I'm sure.

I just wanna sit on my
rock and listen to the wind

whistle through the trees.

That's music to my ears.

You don't have ears, Emmet.

I have ear holes.

I can hear just fine.

We understand, Emmet.

We'll see you later
after tryouts are over.

Okay, later guys!

Too bad Lil Wings went first.

His performance broke Emmet
mentally.

Yeah, it's too bad.

If we could've taken the first
slots,

I bet he'd have had a great
time.

Show business.

It's for the birds.

Okay.

That was Lil Wings Fresh Quills.

And next up is, anybody?

Anybody at all?

Sing any song you like,
any way you like it.

Any style, any tempo, any genre.

Any at all.

Solo, duet, or group.

Everyone and anyone is welcome.

Don't get cold paws,
hooves, fins, or wings,

just let the music move you.

Now once again, who's next?

Shall we?

Let's.

Go get 'em.

Knock 'em dead.

Okay, we've all been waiting
for these two to show up.

What's a singing competition
without the songbirds, right?

Am I right?

Say hello to Marshall and Mimi.

Take it away, birdies.

Well lookie here.

Them two don't stand a bird's
chance on a helicopter pad,

know what I'm sayin'?

Bah, that's offensive, those
are our friends up there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Welcome to entertainment, toots.

Oh.

Oh yeah.

Yay!

Woohoo!

You go guys.

What?

That sounded like bird
droppings, know what I'm saying?

Ain't no way they sound better
than Lil Wings, you heard?

I'm gonna win it all, mark my
words.

Win it all.

That was so much fun!

How'd we sound?

Great.

Super duper!

Awesome.

Hey Lil Wings!

Pfft.

Oh, somebody's not happy.

That jerk had the audacity to
come up

and badmouth you guys.

Yeah, to your best friends, no
less.

We set him straight.

That's right.

Well, you know what they say.

The loudest bird in the forest
is usually the most insecure.

Wow, I mean, just wow.

Marshall and Mimi, you birds
have outdone yourselves.

We'll be listening again
in the championship round,

I'm sure.

Woohoo!

Yay!

Okay, moving right along.

I ask you, Fernville, who's
next?

Step right up.

I see you all out there,
thinking about it,

thinking about it, I see
monkeys, I see hippos,

I see orangutans, I see
capuchins, I see macaques,

I even see river trout.

There's no shame here, only
melodies.

So let's hear what you got.

Bring it!

Hey Tiny, what do you
say, wanna have some fun?

Sure, why not?

Yeah!

Let 'em hear it, girls.

All right.

Look who we have here.

Now, stop me if you've
heard this one before.

A hippo and a gorilla walk on
stage.

Awkward.

Yeah.

Take it away, girls.

Ready Tiny?

As ready as I'll ever be.

Woohoo!

Yay!

Woohoo!

Yay!

I'm so glad you got up
and sang for everyone, Tiny.

Ditto.

Did it feel good?

It felt great, I'm glad I did
it, too.

Thanks for twisting my ear,
Ronda,

I don't think I would've
done it without you.

Don't mention it, that's
what friends are for.

Well, I want to take this
opportunity

to thank all you guys.

You're all so important to me.

Today's really made me
see that even though

we might have had bad days,
misfortunes,

or setbacks once in a while,
it's never

the end of the world, and the
only one

who can beat us is us.

Shout it out loud, sister!

If I wasn't surrounded by
good friends who care about me,

that visit to Pintop's
office probably would've

put me off singing forever.

It was so horrible.

Poor Tiny.

But now I see that it was just
a thing,

and not my thing at all.

If other folks want to live that
way

and spend their time around
those kinds of folks,

they can have it.

I'm gonna sing whenever I feel
like it.

For my friends, for my
loved ones, for anyone

who's moved and motivated by
music.

That's the Tiny we all know
and love.

Yeah, welcome back, girl.

I knew your fire
hadn't been extinguished.

You're right, it's
burning brighter than ever,

and I can't wait for
the competition finals.

It's gonna be so fun.

Marlon, you said I was a
shoe-in.

You said Lil Wings was
taking the world by storm.

But them stupid birds
got the better of me,

in front of everybody.

Calm down, Q, calm down.

Stardom ebbs and flows.

You've got to know how to ride
your wave.

Huh?

What wave?

You mean a typhoon's
fixin' to hit our jungle?

It means there's levels to
this.

Oh.

Well, I done got showed up,
bird.

Ain't used to hearing
boos, know what I'm saying?

I mean, there was cheering too,

but I heard them boos, y'all.

Jealousy.

That's right, Q.

It's important to realize,
no matter how hot you are,

or how hard you crush it,
there will be folks out there

whose only vested interest
is in seeing you fail.

Suckers.

Straight suckers.

Tune them out, Q.

Relegate them to the
background where they belong.

It's just white noise.

What if that noise
catches on, though,

like what if they start
booing me whenever I turn up,

like it becomes a
thing to boo Lil Wings?

Then we turn it against them.

The pop culture game
isn't hard to play, Q.

What you mean, Marlon?

If they start booing
you at events,

we'll cut a new single.

Boo the Q, catchy as all
get-out,

with a hook that sticks
in their ears for days,

like a bee sting.

We'll reinvent those
boos, turning them into

the way they cheer for you.

Then it won't matter if the
whole planet

boos you from every mountaintop.

It'll only mean they're
getting down to the new Q.

Can you dig it?

Yeah.

I can dig that.

Ha.

Mind-blowing, Marlon.

You're such a genius.

My eyes are twitching.

Take a baby aspirin.

Okay.

The sooner you wrap
your head around the idea

that you're a star, Q,
you'll be unstoppable.

Remember, stars aren't made,
they're born.

I see what you did there.

Shut up, Ace.

Yep.

First stop, we win
that singing competition

and show Fernville what
real talent sounds like.

Next stop, we drop your
new album on the world

and start climbing the charts.

By my top 200 mathematical
calculations,

your first single will hit
number one on week three.

Week three?

Nah.

Why we gotta wait?

It should hit right away.

Boom, like boom!

Soon as they hear it,
like uh, uh, uh-huh, uh.

You sure about this kid, boss?

I am, but we may need
a little extra help.

I think it's time we called
our old friend Tony Riptide.

T-Rip?

He's no friend, Marlon.

He's a conniving monster,
a backstabbing beast.

He's a vicious shark, literally.

That's right, Ace.

And a vicious shark is
exactly what we need

to handle the feathery problem
down here in Fernville.

Ring him at once.

Have him come to the office.

I'll make him an offer he can't
refuse.

Y'all wanna hear more?

I think this is gold, bird.

Indeed, Q.

Drop it on us.

Let your bird verses flow,
youngster.

More forceful, angrier.

Make us feel it.

Okay, guys.

To prepare for the singing
competition,

we gotta start running
some basic vocal exercises

to get sharp and stay ready.

Let's begin with a lip buzz.

Simply vibrate your lips
together

without worrying about pitch.

This will help us build up our
breathing

and stamina while we're singing.

That's funny.

It is kinda.

Okay, now let's try our Ms.

Our Ms?

Yes.

Sticking to one note,
also called monotone,

sing "ma may me moe moo," nice
and slow,

really pronouncing those Ms.

It should sound like this.

Now you guys try it.

Mmm, ma may me moo moo.

Great.

I really like that one.

My lips are tingling, feels
like I just ate pop rocks.

I didn't know hippos had lips.

Or that they ate pop rocks?

I know, right?

Us hippos are chock full of
surprises.

Okay, we're gonna sing a
little tune.

All right.

Wanna give it a try?

Yeah.

Okay, we're gonna sing I Love
to Sing.

We'll start at the root,
and then hit the octave,

and come back down on the fifth,

third, and root of the chord
again.

I have no idea what any of
that means.

Can we just sing?

Sure, Tiny.

You guys ready?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Wha?

What talent.

Sho' enough, get closer,
softie, maybe it'll rub off.

I'm good, thanks.

So good to see you
again, Tony.

How have you been?

Fine.

They opened the beach early this
year.

You know how it goes.

Right place, right time.

Good for you.

I called him here because
I have a little problem

down in Fernville.

Fernville?

Ain't no body of water in
Fernville,

just creeks and streams.

You'd have to drive me in hidden
in

a natural gas tanker, for
instance.

Then make sure whoever you
don't like falls into my tank.

Devious.

I like your style, Tony.

Always have.

But I had something else in
mind.

Something more embarrassing.

Oh yeah?

I'd rather eat folks than bully
'em,

but hey, it's your money.

Yes it is, and a nice
chunk of it can be yours

if you'll help me.

I know you have friends
in low places, Tony.

Friends who can ensure that two
pampered,

pompous, precocious
birds learn their place,

and above all, that they choke
on stage

in that singing
competition, if they make it

on stage at all.

Guarantee me that, and I can
make it worth your while.

Worth my while?

That's music to my gills.

Where do we start?

You have a certain friend who
performs

powerful magic, am I right?

Powerful magic?

Do I ever.

A word of warning, though.

My friends are real bad news.

Tony, it just so happens that
bad news

is exactly what we need.

Then say no more, Pintop.

Say no more.

Why don't you make like a
jet and take off, Lil Wings?

Nobody wants to talk to you.

Good, then I can do all
the talking, you feel me?

I feel nauseous is what I
feel.

Seriously, Lil Wings, what do
you want?

Or do you just get your
kicks by annoying us?

So your point is?

My point is drop out of
the singing competition

while you still got
songs to sing, softies.

What's that supposed to mean?

We're not getting anywhere
with this.

You guys wanna go run our
exercises someplace else?

Yes.

Please.

Later, Lil Wings.

We'll see you on stage.

You'll be seeing me, a'ight.

Enjoy your exercises, softies.

Hey, hey.

So, this is your friend, yeah?

It's not a good idea to come
on

with that jabbering industry
talk, Marlon.

You're not in a studio, or even
in

an alley behind the studio.

You're out of your element.

Let me do the talking,
until things calm down.

Calm down?

How can things get calmer than
this?

This is paradise.

Everything's chill.

I'd pay a lot of money to
take this kind of vacation

five times a year.

I know my way around paradise,
Tony.

There's absolutely nothing
to be concerned about.

Oh, easy, buddy, easy.

He doesn't mean that.

It's just the way he is.

He's just brash.

What's he doing there?

Is he showing us some spec
magic?

Good, good.

I love talents that work on
spec.

They gotta prove themselves,
after all.

Nothing's for free.

Hey, if this works out,
tell him I'll get him

booked on the evening
show with Jimmy Falcon.

Whoa!

Surprised me there.

Nice trick.

What else can this big flytrap
do?

Pintop, I wouldn't.

Well, I would.

That's why I'm me and you're
you, Tony.

Now come on, let me see the good
stuff.

Let me see some damage.

You shouldn't say that.

I'll say whatever I want.

I'm paying you, remember?

You asked for it.

Okay, I get it.

I'm good now.

Pintop, meet Namnam,
my friend who does magic.

All righty, all good here.

Let's not get too carried
away now, Mr. Namnam.

Now you've done it.

Done what?

What have I done?

You made Namnam mad.

You're on borrowed time, Pintop.

Me too, if you don't
get on with it,

and tell him what you want.

He ain't happy I brought you.

Not happy you, does he know
who I am?

Yeesh, he's agile.

Talk to him, Pintop.

Talk to him.

All right, all right.

Mr. Namnam,
my name is Marlon Pintop,

world famous music producer
and industry impresario.

I have this kid who's
going to be a huge star,

and I want him to win the
Fernville singing competition.

But these pesky, marginally
talented birds

are a threat to upstage
him, and we can't have that.

We gotta win this thing
to secure his debut

as the animal kingdom's most
gifted entertainer ever,

or else they might clamor for
more of these winged goofs

and not my boy, Lil Wings.

Little Wings?

That's his name.

Well, Lil Wings Fresh
Quills is his full name,

not his real name.

His real name's Brad,
nobody knows that but us,

and now you.

Whoa!

This plant talks.

Keep going, Pintop.

Namnam isn't big on patience.

Right, I gotta stop
these Fernville freaks

from screwing up our big plans.

So I was thinking of a sneaky
magic spell

that'd ruin their ability to
stay on key

and sing anything even remotely
good,

shattering their hopes and
dreams

so thoroughly and absolutely
that they won't even

dare compete against Lil Wings.

And if they do, they're
so utterly humiliated,

it's the last time any
of them sing anymore

for anyone, ever again, whew.

Is that it?

That's it.

That's all we came to ask,
Namnam.

What do you say, big guy?

Namnam hates Fernville.

So?

That's a yes?

Nom destroy!

Yes!

Yes!

Okay, Marshall, you're up
next.

What song would you like to
sing?

I'm gonna try that oldie but
goodie we all know and love,

Your Nest is like a Cloud Nine
to Me.

Cool, I love that one.

Me too.

Take it away, buddy.

Whenever you're ready.

Stop right there, Marshall.

Was that the same song?

It sounded different.

That was weird.

I had a frog in my throat, or
something.

Yeah, that sounded pretty
weird.

Drink some water or something,
and let me give it a shot.

Go for it.

Uh-oh.

Oh no.

Hang on, something is wrong.

I think we're off key.

Off key?

How's that possible?

We're birds,
we're always on key.

You were both
pretty far off key.

Yeah, you were.

That's strange.

We know that song like
the back of our wings.

Why don't we try another one?

How about Goril,
You Drive Me Bananas?

By the Bamboo Shoots?

Yeah.

Okay.

Is that the one that goes...

I mean, it doesn't
really sound like that.

Something about
this stinks, you guys.

How in the world can we
forget how to stay on key?

Nobody just wakes up one
day and forgets how to sing.

Nobody but us, apparently.

And the singing competition
is right around the corner.

What are we gonna do?

Drink hot tea.

Gargle with salt water.

One thing's for sure, we
need to figure this out,

and fast.

There's no time to waste.

I know, let's go see the music
teacher

who made us fall in love with
singing in the first place.

Who's that?

Professor Harper.

Great Scott, this is a
quantum conundrum indeed.

No one's ever regressed this
dramatically

in their ability to sing on key,
ever!

Oh, great.

So we've solidified our
spot as the biggest failures

to ever graduate your class?

We're sorry, Professor Harper.

We don't know what's
wrong, and we don't know

where else to turn.

Well, just from speaking
with you for five minutes,

I can see you've completely
forgotten music theory,

chord progressions, vocal
warm-ups,

and drawn an absolute
blank on any of the songs

you used to know by heart.

I don't get it.

Are we stupid?

No, Marshall, you're not
stupid, neither of you.

I fear the source of your
issues is far more malevolent

than simple idiocy.

What could it be, Professor?

I believe you two have
been assailed by a hex.

- A hex?
- A hex?

That's correct.

Some secret party has
leveled a magical curse

upon your heads, in a misguided
effort

to spoil your chances
in that singing contest.

Oh no!

But why us?

What did we ever do to anybody?

I'm afraid that's a question

only you two pigeons can answer.

Have you harbored any
enemies in Fernville?

Anyone with whom you've
experienced friction or ill will?

Yes, that jerk Lil Wings.

And that creep, Marlon Pintop.

Oh dear.

If you've run afoul of Mr.
Pintop,

I fear this hex
may be more difficult

to snap than simple reverse
magic.

He's incredibly petty.

He's known to hold grudges
for years, even decades.

Oh great.

How can we ever overcome this?

We're doomed!

Not necessarily, Marshall.

If indeed this is the
nature of your problem,

there may still be a way.

It's a long shot, but if
we've guessed correctly,

it may be your only hope.

Tell us, Professor, tell us
what to do!

You must venture forth
and find the only creature

in our land with the
ability to lift a dark hex.

Radella the fairy snail.

Radella?

Tell us, where can we find
this fairy snail, Professor?

You don't.

If indeed there's a hex upon
your heads,

Radella will find you.

Leave town taking the dirt
road that leads north.

If she smells dark magic, she'll
emerge

to confront you and combat it.

What if she doesn't emerge?

Then I suppose you're both out
of luck,

and you may never sing again.

Off you go.

Good luck to you both.

Oh Marshall, what if
this Radella isn't willing,

or able to help us?

What if Professor Harper was
right,

and we never sing again?

Then I guess Lil Wings Fresh
Quill

will win that competition,
and Marlon Pintop

will be the measuring stick
of musical talent forever.

That's a terrible
thought, just terrible!

I wonder how much farther we
have to go.

We could go another 10 feet,

or we could go until the drop.

There's no way to tell.

I'm gonna stop asking you
questions.

You only make things worse.

What can I say?

I'm droppin' truth.

This is it, everyone.

The eve of the big show, and
the dawn of the biggest star

to come out of what they call
Fernville,

Lil Wings Fresh Quills.

Save it for the competition, Q.

Soak it in and bask in the
glory, because after that,

the real work begins.

You mean we're gonna start
recording

my second album already, Marlon?

No.

We're going to update your
image.

You've been wearing that same
shirt since I've known you.

This shirt's fly, y'all.

You don't see these nowhere.

Yes, and when we're finished,

you really won't see it nowhere.

Boss, I been thinking.

I thought I smelled fire.

I was afraid one of these
sconces sparked the blinds again.

Right.

Hey, what do you think about
finding

some new voices in the outbacks?

I can set some traps in the
underbrush,

and record them yelling when
their toes

and tails get caught.

You can review 'em and really
get a feel

for the animal's raw skills.

Then, if you like one, I'll go
snatch them

and bring 'em back here.

You can lock 'em up and work
with them around the clock.

In-house, home-grown talent.

What you think?

That's also called kidnapping.

Let the boss talk, toothy.

You better never go
for a swim, goofy face.

Enough.

My plate's full right now, Ace.

But way to think outside the
box.

Keep it up.

Thanks Marlon, I will.

Did you give anymore
thought to that ape Ronda?

No, none at all.

Oh, well, I think she
could be a megastar.

She's got the look and the
swagger.

Work on that last line.

Aww, you don't like it?

No.

A'ight.

I could do like...

Overdone.

A'ight.

You're all crazy,
you know that?

Whoa.

Look at that thing, Mimi.

I think it's one of those
flytrap plants.

Be careful,
Marshall, it's huge.

Don't get too close to it.

It can detect vibrations
all around itself.

It can snap us up
without even looking.

Nom.

Uh-oh.

I think it heard you.

Back away slowly.

Don't want to wake it up.

Okay.

No!

Oh.

I don't want to be
plant lunch.

Stop!

Huh?

Who said that?

Back, seed spawn, back,
conjurer.

Hey, birds.

I'm Radella.

I think you're lookin' for me.

Radella?

Yes, we've been searching
high and low for you.

Need some help?

Yes, we do!

'Kay, hang on a sec while
I take care of this weed.

Nom!

Yikes!

Is that all you got,
green bean?

Now shoo!

Not today, sprout.

Just go now.

Or you'll have to deal with
Radella.

She did it, Radella
did it, she saved us.

Thanks, Radella.

We don't know what we'd have
done if you hadn't come along.

You'd be halfway
digested by now,

probably still alive, and...

We don't need to hear
specifics, please.

Whew.

That was a close call.

Welcome to my turf.

Not exactly Fernville, huh?

Now, what brings you two birds

all the way out here
looking for little old me?

We're birds, and we're good
singers.

But we've completely
forgotten how to carry a tune,

match pitch, or stay in key.

We think we might
have been hexed.

Oh, there's no
might've about it.

You two are trailin' a dark
cloud

as wide as this jungle itself.

We are?

Oh yeah.

I picked up on it hours ago.

Could smell it for miles away.

Got here as fast as I could,
but I'm a snail, you know?

I only move so quick.

We understand.

Is there anything you can do
to help us?

As a matter of fact, there is.

Ordinarily, this would
be a tough hex to break,

but seeing as how your
hexer lives in this jungle,

we should be able to lift it.

Who is it?

Namnam.

But we don't even know him.

We've never seen him before in
our lives.

It wasn't his idea.

He's nothin' more than a
mercenary plant.

You have sneakier enemies
who want to see you fail.

They're the ones who negotiated
your hex.

They are your real problem.

Yes.

And we think we know exactly who
they are.

Marlon Pintop and Lil Wings.

If you'd like, we can not only

lift the hex off your
heads, but we can place it

upon the heads of those
who would do you wrong.

Oh, yes, please.

Yeah, let's.

Done.

Let's get started, birds.

This is it, Fernvillians.

The day you've all been waiting
for.

Welcome one and all to
the hotly anticipated

Fernville singing competition.

Animals of all species
have come from far and wide

to try their luck and show
off their unique talents

on this very night.

But you hear me run my mouth all
the time.

You're probably sick of me by
now.

Yeah, beat it!

Scram, we beg!

Okay, okay.

You don't have to agree so
vehemently.

I'm just doing my job here.

Now, without further ado,
let's turn this show over

to the real talent.

Here she is, fresh off
an impressive showing

on tryout day, Ronda!

Woohoo, yeah!

Go Ronda!

Ronda, Ronda!

Ronda!

You're smitten with that ape,
Ace.

Go splash some water on
your face or something.

Go Ronda!

Woo, yeah, Ronda!

Good show, good show!

What a performance, huh?

Let's hear it for Ronda,
everybody.

Ronda!

Next!

Okay.

Next up, you remember this guy.

How can we forget?

A new star is born!

Well, let's not get carried
away now.

Making his way to the stage,
here he is.

Better get that name right,
or you're out of a job, dear.

Yeah, pay attention, cue card
face.

What's my name, bird?

Little, I mean, Lil Wings
Fresh Quills!

You're lucky, get off my
stage.

Go ahead, go ahead and boo.

This here's a new number, I
just wrote it, for all y'all.

Hit 'em where it hurst, Q!

Yeah, one-two, one-two.

Whoa, what's he doing up
there, boss?

I don't know, Ace.

I don't know what's happening.

Oh no, oh no!

Man, your boy sounds terrible,
Pintop.

Shut up, Riptide.

Don't let this crowd see you
laughing.

They'll all join in, like
the bitter losers they are.

Stop it, shut up!

I said shut up!

Oh!

Q blew it, he's finished.

His career will never recover
from this.

Never recover?

It'll never begin, ha.

I'm telling you, Marlon,
Ronda.

Ronda's the future.

Let me find her and sign her up.

Oh, shut up, Ace.

Go talk to that gorilla if you
want to.

Take her out for a banana split.

I'm leaving.

I don't need to see any
more of this disaster.

Driver, driver!

Ronda!

Where's Ronda?

Now this is what I call
entertainment.

Boo!

Boo!

Driver!

Marlon, Marlon, where you
going?

Mr. Pintop?

Mr. Pintop!

Start me over.

Can somebody start me over?

I wasn't ready.

That was just a warmup.

I wasn't ready.

Wow, what'd we miss?

Mimi, Marshall, you made it!

Thank goodness, we were afraid
you'd miss the whole show.

Oh, we wouldn't
miss this for anything.

Mimi and I are ready to sing!

Oh?

Yes, Professor, your plan
worked.

Oh.

And then some,
from the looks of it.

Shut up, all y'all.

I said shut up.

Well, in that case,
what are you waiting for?

Knock 'em dead, kids.

Woohoo!

Go M and M.

Welcome to
Fernville,

where your dreams can come true.