Hedgehogs

Hm? Oh!

Ooh.

Huh?

Yummy Fruit's ready!

This is where I hang up my spikes.

It's called Yummy Fruit Mountain.

I'm a hedgehog and hedgehogs love fruit,

especially Yummy Fruit. You know, 'cause of the name.

You get it.

When Yummy Fruit ripens in the fall,

it's a race to the top of Yummy Fruit Mountain

to get the best ones!

There's a lot of competition.

They all convince themselves that they can win.

Everyone's got a super secret game plan.

- Thing is, they're the same plans they use every year...

And every year, they don't work.

I mean, it's actually kind of adorable.

They try so dang hard, but they just never ever learn!

Yummy Fruit Day?

Probably should get started soon.

Ugh. Yeah.

Gotta remind 'em who's top hog.

Huh? Oh!

Ta-da! Ha.

Heads up! Here comes Bobby!

Oh!

- Oh... - Hey.

What's up? You just leave?

Me too. Peak's that way.

Wow!

Pretty impressive, fellas.

Huh?

I'm just kidding!

Y'all moving in slow motion?

Hm?

Woo-hoo!

Huh?

Ooh! Been working hard.

Suppose I should help you out. Huh?

We don't need your help, Bobby.

- Just get out of here! - Okay.

Whoa!

Did I do that? Sorry.

Guess I have to help you out.

It's Bobby time!

Whoo!

Hm? Hm?

He he.

Hurry, come on!

I don't want that punk beating us again!

- There! - We got this!

- Really, guys? - Huh?

You need all that equipment?

Come on, now. Learn from the master.

Hey, guys!

Oh, yeah. You're all mine.

And I mean all mine.

Whoo-hoo!

Way too small. See you!

Huh?

Ha ha!

Oh, boy.

Come to papa.

You're... mine!

Bobby wins again!

Heh. Huh...

Huh? Ah...

Oof!

Ha.

Why does he always have to win?

It's quite simple. He's the best.

I know, but it's not fair.

Word is, he's working on a new move.

It's called "The Quilla de Thrilla."

No!

Supposed to be impossible!

It's just what I heard.

Look at the size of that one!

Whoopsie.

Don't hurt me!

Heads up, spines up!

Cute.

- Ooh! - Huh?

Bobby! Bobby! Watch out below!

Ah!

- Ha! Nice. - Not yours!

Huh?

Wha...?

This one is mine, okay?

Tough guy.

Just fork over my fruit, munchkin.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen, sorry.

But I wish I could fork over a mint.

I can smell your breath from here,

and this won't do the job.

Uncool! I'll have you know,

I brush my teeth twice a day, pipsqueak!

It is very fresh, okay?

Give me my fruit, now!

Yo... sick bracelet.

Did you pick it out yourself or was it a gift?

Touchy subject. 'Kay, my bad.

Girlfriend got you on lockdown?

Oh!

Ha!

Whoa!

Don't touch my Yummy Fruit!

Whoa!

Huh?

Huh?

Oh, look how cute you are!

You're adorable!

He woke up! See?

I'm glad we didn't eat him. He's alive!

I'm so smart!

Where am I?

Oh. Yeah, this must be scary.

Chill. You're cool here, I swear.

Come on. I'll show you around the digs, buddy.

Oh, I'm Hubert.

- What the heck is it? - I think it's a hairbrush.

- Hairbrushes aren't alive. - Well, this one is.

My mom thinks you're a hairbrush.

I just think you're a freaky bird.

Um... Hi.

What am I?

Huh?

Huh?

All right! Checkup time.

- Mm... mm... - Huh?

Good news! Eyes are working fine.

Now... Reflexes? Huh?

Reflexes... are fine...

Good news? You're okay.

Bad news? You lost all your feathers in the accident.

What accident?

Oh! You flew off the choo-choo and crashed to the ground.

It was terrifying. I was so worried.

Luckily, I was there.

I nursed you back to health, cleaned you up, fed you.

Treated you like you were an ugly little baby.

Wait a sec. What did you feed me?

Okay. You need a name.

A good name is everything, you know?

Almost got it... Mmm...

Little. Angel. Baby.

Hey, check it out!

That looks just like the choo-choo you flew off of.

I'm telling you, it was nuts.

You flew over us, and then... pfft!

I don't remember any of that.

Oh? Memory loss?

All right. Check this out.

Hm?

Huh? Oooh! Found it!

The poem says, "The less we remember,

the awesomer life is. Being dumb rocks face."

- You're a good poet. - Balderdash!

I'm the raddest poet in the entire world!

Fact! You are in the presence of the legendary Hubert!

- Ah... - Huh?

"Food is fun.

Food is fantastic."

- Aha! - Huh?

"Food is fun-tastic.

- That is why I love food." - Wow!

"To eat or not to eat? That is the question.

But it is not a question.

Because the answer... is always yes."

End of poem.

Oh...

"When you are lost, look up at the night sky.

Why?!

'Cause the stars are super pretty?

Why? Why am I different?

- I don't have wings, or feathers. - Huh?

- I can't fly! - Well, um...

Your wings were injured in the crash.

- So we actually are the same? - Mm-hmm.

Which means I can fly, right, Hubert?

Uh, well, yeah, but your wings are broken and stuff.

But I was born to fly, Hubert. Wasn't I?

Mm... eh...

Huh? Oh, oh, oh!

- He's gone crazy! - - He's always been crazy.

That's true.

Yo! Check it out!

I found a bunch of spiky things just like you!

Not really.

I appreciate you trying, but those things aren't alive.

Exactly! Which means you're definitely a bird.

There's no way he's a bird.

Not a chance. Be serious!

I know, but what the heck is he?

- A weird creature... - Yeah! A weirdo...

He is a bird! You hear me?!

- Thanks for everything you've done. - Huh?

But I should... I should probably go.