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Brought to you by Table Town Aerial Tram.

We'll get you there eventually.

Okay, everyone, we're moments away from my braces shower

to celebrate me getting my new unseen-a braces.

As stated on the invitation, guests should have an empty stomach.

Yep, no lunch for us.

And an on-theme gift.

Does everyone have their gift?

These better be good, people.

Trevor, what is that?

Just some trail mix to tide me over.

Trash it!

If you spill it in my house, people will think I eat that stuff,

which I don't, and never will!

Afternoon, kids!

Hi, Cherry Berry!

A little FYI for you, this will be this particular car's final voyage

before she's decommissioned tomorrow.

So take lots of pictures, m'kay?

Wow, we're her final passengers? We're so lucky!

She served Table Town, now it's time for her to rest.

Toodle-oo, kids!

Tram! Tram! Tram! Tram! Tram! Tram! Tram! Tram!

Tram! Tram! Tram! Tram!

Tram?

Are we stuck?

Uh, we cannot be stuck. Today's my party.

Kiff, get us out of here.

Hey, uh, the tram stopped moving.

I think we're stuck?

Oh, dear. Sit tight, okay, kids?

We'll have you moving again ASAP as possible.

Thank you, Cherry Berry.

Okay, there she goes, off to the facility station.

And now she's stopped to tie her shoe.

She's standing up, and...

Uh-oh, guess she forgot what she was doing.

Scratching her chin...

Oh, it's Kiff's neighbor, The Pone!

He's telling her a long story,

further distracting her from the task at hand.

Now, it looks like he's asking her out to dinner?

And... Yep, they're leaving. She's leaving.

She forgot us. She forgot us!

No service. We can't call for help.

Oh, no. This is bad! This is really dawning on me, guys!

Well, we live here now.

We have to rebuild society from scratch.

I volunteer to be our leader!

Okay, let's not overreact. Someone will come get us out.

Roy Fox is expecting us at Candle's.

Yeah! My dad will definitely realize we're missing

and come look for us.

So, we'll just wait until we're rescued.

And remember, our number one priority is...

Getting off this tram?

No, not going crazy.

Remember that book we read in school last year, Prince of the Fleas,

about a bunch of kids stranded alone on a deserted island,

split into factions, alliances formed, pitted against one another,

and when the rescuers came, they found only death?

It's kind of intense for school kids to read that book.

Anyway, that's why it's important to remember...

And you got Trevor!

Yeah, we got Trevor.

Anyway, so, yeah, just don't do that, and we'll be fine.

Poor thing. Those songs really wipe her out.

So hungy.

Hey, Candle, why'd you tell us all to skip lunch, huh?

Uh, because my party is catered,

and I wanted you all to be able to fully enjoy the food experience.

Great. I'll remember that while we all starve up here.

You also made Trevor toss his trail mix.

Big mistake.

I actually didn't trash my trail mix.

Renée. Barry. Reggie.

Where's my ration?

Trevor, this is my party,

and I command you to give me my trail mix!

What party? Where's the party? Hey, whose party is this?

- Yours? - Very good.

I nominate Trevor to be leader!

Did I miss anything?

Nobody's feeling

Prince of the Fleas vibes, are they?

Hunky-dory, Kiff.

Hunky-dory.

Okay. Weird response.

Jeepers, it's really cold in here.

How are we going to survive the brutal winter?

Why don't we take inventory of all the items we have with us

that could be used for survival?

Amazing idea, Renée.

I abdicate my leadership powers to you.

Everyone, spill your stuff, including Candle's gifts.

What? No, but...

Gift-giving takes place at the party we have yet to arrive at, Candle.

Okay, well, that is true.

I'm sure Candle wants to do her part to help. Right, Candle?

Six notepads, five pencils, gift wrap, toothpicks,

tongue scraper, toothpaste, big box of floss.

I have an idea!

I relinquish leadership to Barry.

Yes!

A slightly minty donut never tasted so good. Mmm.

Whatcha doin' there, Reggie?

Uh, it's a podium for when we get rescued

and have to give a press conference.

Very innovative, Reggie. Why don't you be leader again?

Hey, why does Reggie get to be leader twice?

I haven't even been leader once.

Well, considering this whole thing is kind of your fault.

Hey, I didn't break this rusty old bag of bolts.

Don't you talk about her like that!

No, no. Candle does have a point.

To make things fair, I think we should give her a turn at leader.

If...

If that's how you feel,

maybe you and Candle should have your own group

on that side of the tram.

Oh. Splitting into groups.

We're headed straight off the Prince of the Fleas cliff.

Okay, we have to get you back on the group's good side.

What's something helpful you could contribute?

I have the cleaning liquid for my unseen-a braces.

Well, it's something.

Um, I forgot I have unseen-a brace cleaner.

I'm adding it to the inventory in case we need to clean something.

Thanks, Candle.

Those weird nuts and seeds cracked my unseen-a braces!

Trevor! When I get my hands on...

No! No attacking each other!

We must protect our own!

This is it! Full Prince of the Fleas!

Huh?

I've gone crazy, and I'm taking all the food for myself!

I'm letting the madness in!

You have arrived.

Kiff! What happened?

Oh, it's physics, Barry.

Mr. Ripeppa?

Hello.

I heard they were decommissioning the old gal,

so I wanted to take one last ride.

Why didn't you help us?

Oh, I was curious to see what would happen.

If you'd go all Prince of the Fleas and whatnot.

This close.

Yeah.

Very fun social experiment.

So, uh, how about we go to Candle's

and try the catering?

I was just gonna say that!

Oh, why do I feel like there was something I was supposed to do?

Oh, well.

Brought to you by Mirror World.

Need a mirror? Where are you gonna go? Someplace else?

We're Mirror World.

5:00 a.m., why am I awake?

What's happening?

Good morning.

I'm up at 5:00 a.m., like you asked,

to take you to the salon for your big haircut before school.

Oh, yeah.

I usually get my hair cut on a Friday afternoon,

and it always looks hecka fresh.

But come Monday morning, it never looks as good.

But now, thanks to Harriet Trimble

creating this new early-morning hair appointment,

I can finally walk into school rocking my salon-quality cut.

See you in an hour or so!

Maybe 90 minutes! Whoo!

Beryl time.

That was quick.

Seven minutes.

The entire haircut took... seven minutes.

She wasn't even looking at me.

Her kids were running around, she was gossiping on the phone,

baking muffins, totally distracted.

You're all set!

I don't think it looks very good.

Mama? Mama!

Look what they did to your only child!

Well, sweetie, I think you look good.

Did you want to go back in, tell her to fix it?

Oh, I don't want to be that person.

Oh, I asked for my eggs over easy

and these are over medium.

And can you send them back and make it the way I wanted?

No.

Let's just go.

Seven minutes?

Maybe if I do this.

Okay, maybe if I push it all back.

No.

Maybe if I did a little swoop.

No.

What did she do to me?

It's not right, Beryl!

Wait, what? What are we doing here?

You're going to school.

Looking like this? With this? On my head?

Mom. Mom! I look crazy!

Kiff, I have to get to work.

That's fine. I'll hang out in the car all day. Let's go.

Kiff.

I guess it's a standoff then.

Everyone knows.

Look at them.

This hat hides nothing.

They can see it. They can see it in my eyes.

Hi, Kiff!

Oh, is that Beryl's sun hat?

It is. But I can't tell you why I'm wearing it.

Okay, I respect your boundaries.

Keep in mind, this was almost 100 years

before the great rubber boom, so trampoline insurance was,

um, uh, still very affordable.

Kiff, will you please remove your hat?

I can't.

I have a condition.

Fine.

That one, too.

Look at them, Barry. Pretending they don't notice.

Almost makes it worse.

What's happening?

Seriously? You too, Barry?

You're not going to acknowledge the elephant in the room?

Do we have a new student? An elephant?

Barry! My new haircut! It looks terrible!

It does?

I see it now!

What are you doing?

Kiff and I have to go to the bathroom!

I've heard of synchronized swimming,

but synchronized tinkling?

Oh, this haircut is a nightmare.

Let's go back and have her fix it.

No.

I'm worried that if I go in there and try to explain, I'm...

I'm not gonna be nice.

And I don't want to be all hot-headed and mad.

I don't want to yell at anybody.

Sit tight, there's something I gotta do.

Oh, here we go.

Hello.

Is this Cam Lensington, professional photographer?

It is, yeah.

Okay, can you help me make my friend

feel better about her bad haircut?

How?

Um, I was thinking you would, like, 'discover her' on the street

and just tell her she has amazing hair.

Hmm. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I charge 20 nuts for that.

Okay, hold on.

Hey, Sweepy!

Is 20 nuts a fair price to have a professional participate in a ruse?

- Oh, that's a good deal. - Let's do this.

Uh, Kiff, sorry, I need something out of my backpack.

Okay, be quick.

Wow, what a great haircut you have.

Uh, what?

Uh, oh, sorry, I'm a professional photographer and, uh...

I know a great head of hair when I see one.

Oh, wow.

Really? Me?

Yeah, how about a picture?

I think that hairdo could make the cover of Haircut Quarterly,

which is a magazine, a real one.

Huh.

All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe it's not so bad.

Thank you.

I knew it! It's my horrible haircut!

What the heck, Cam?

I don't understand. I...

Oh, I see what happened. This is my jokey joke camera.

See? It was a gag gift from my wife.

Shame on you and your wife.

I'm out of options, Bar.

I must return to the salon and ask Harriet to fix...

...this.

Harriet!

There's something I'd like to discuss with you.

Just a sec, hon.

You got this.

What are you... What are you doin'?

Oh, I do this after work. Go over all my amazing haircuts.

And even though they're all amazing,

I... I always know I can do a little better tomorrow.

That's how dedicated I am to my job.

Are you dedicated to this?

Look at it!

Oh, it's you.

I'm sorry to be yelling. I don't want to be yelling,

but this haircut is ruining my life!

I am so glad you came back

because there's something I need to tell you.

Kiff, there never was a haircut.

What?

Plot twist!

Ooh, muffins.

I only realized it after you left.

There was no hair on the floor.

I was so distracted during our early morning time slot

that none of my snips ever made contact with your hair.

And look... computer enhance...

I'm not even using scissors.

I'm just using my fingers and making snip-snip noises with my mouth.

Mm, Kiff's hair looks the same. I see it now.

Well, I'll be darned.

I must thank you, Kiff, for showing me that 6:00 a.m.

is too early to give anyone a proper haircut.

You're welcome.

Now...

how about we do this for real?

Now that's...

what I'm talking about!

Fresh lettuce alert!

You're an artist, Harriet.